Prompt: On the edge of the world, where night retreats reluctantly.
Dawn on the beach is not just light; it's a delicate watercolor blurring the lines between sky, sea, and sand. And at the heart of this nascent miracle—is she. Her silhouette, long and graceful, is etched against the mother-of-pearl sky, where the last stars are melting like sugar crystals in a bowl of azure. The air is cool and
translucent, every breath smelling of ozone, salt, and the promise of a new day. She walks barefoot on the damp, mirror-like sand, leaving behind a chain of delicate footprints that the sea immediately, tenderly erases with foamy lace. It seems as if she doesn't touch the ground but merely glides above it, wrapped in a light, airy cloak of silk or chiffon. The fabric, caught by the morning breeze, billows behind her like a living cloud, shimmering in hues of tea rose, lavender, and silver. The light of the rising sun, still hidden beyond the horizon, already gilds the crests of the low waves and casts a soft, crimson glow on her face. It illuminates her profile: high cheekbones, lashes lowered in thought, lips touched by the half-smile of an elusive dream. In her loose hair, as if it absorbed the darkness of the departing night, the first rays play—they flare with honeyed amber, chestnut velvet, sparking little stars in the curls. In one hand, she holds a pair of delicate sandals, with the other she lightly holds the fluttering cloak. Her gait is unhurried, full of serene grace. She is not walking to somewhere; she simply is—a part of this silence, this transition, this held breath of the planet. Behind her—the dark silhouette of a distant pier, a lone seagull frozen in flight, and the endless, satin expanse of the ocean, slowly changing color from ink-black to sapphire. And ahead—a long stretch of shoreline fading into a misty haze, and the sun itself, ready to emerge any moment from the edge of the water and shower everything around with diamond light. This is not just a photo. It is a moment of pure, quiet magic. A frozen instant where human beauty becomes an extension of the world's beauty, and in her calm smile lies the quiet joy of being the sole witness to this great mystery of dawn.
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
