Prompt: A whimsical illustration of a young woman with a pale complexion, blood-red lips, and a look of surprise on her face. She dons a black dress with a high white collar and her hair falls into soft, loose waves, framing her face. In one hand, she holds a large cucumber with amazement, while the other hand is out of the frame. The dimly lit room behind her exudes a haunting atmosphere, with shadows cast upon the walls and a sense of Victorian elegance. A text bubble hovers above her head, proclaiming "this is art ^^".
Prompt: A hauntingly beautiful illustration of a woman with a bold red bow in her hair, gazing into a mirror that reflects a skull instead of her reflection. The woman's expression is a mixture of surprise and horror, her eyes wide with shock. The dimly lit room has a vintage feel, with old-fashioned furniture and eerie shadows casting an ominous atmosphere. The mirror itself has a gothic frame, adding to the overall spooky ambiance., illustration
Prompt: The Twisted Nails Of Faith
"Mirror, mirror on the wall
Shouldn't not grave pleasures be my all?
For if I shall see thy Will be done
Grant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongue"
[Quoted words above are from Hammer Film's "Countess Dracula" (1970). The singer is Imgrid Pitt, the actress who played the role of Elizabeth in that film.]
Three moondials froze in the shadow of six
As another soul passed to the grasping Styx
Clutching their trinket crucifix
Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge
Omens of corruption from within the church
A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth
Alone as a stone cold altar
The castle and its keep
Like faerytale dominion rose
A widow to the snow peaks
Wherein reclined the Countess
Limbs purring from the kill
Bathed in virgin white and like the night
Alive and young and unfulfilled
Was it the cry of a wolf
That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts?
Of Her life as a mere reflection
(As the moon's in narrow windows caught)
That opened like dark eyelids on
The sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon
Like a Siren weaving song
From the lilt of choirs choking
Where the vengeful dead
Belong...
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.
