Prompt: (((Masterpiece))) a Japanese American dressed as a witch with the most intensely decorated skin and a crown made of large teeth and flows with a pink to red hue, Her long white hair is unkempt with cedar needles, she stands in front of a waterfall beneath a persimmon tree in winter where unreachable permissions have dried, the persimmon tree has a large rope with tassels tied around it, her kimono with Yukata show persimmon blossoms and the hope for spring, while snow flakes resemble the Japanese paper decorations of a festival, the sky is dismal and cold, her feet are covered in straw boots
As if a relic, with spiritual energy echoes from glyphs of spiritual kami embossed into her auric presence. She is surrounded Her eyes gleam between with shadows of monsters in her cornea, beautify the elements of spirits of deceased combined with a Zen broom ride.
Prompt: A beautiful woman reclining on a velvet chaise lounge amid scattered autumn leaves—crimson maples, burnt-orange oaks, and golden elms—that cling to her cashmere wrap like whispered secrets. She wears a deep burgundy slip dress, its neckline dipping to reveal collarbones dusted with copper glitter; one strap slips off her shoulder, exposing smooth skin flushed by the chill. Her gaze, half-lidded and direct, meets the viewer's while long auburn hair spills over the cushions, echoing the leaves' rich hues. A single persimmon rests in her palm, its vivid orange mirroring her parted lips, and cinnamon sticks smolder nearby in a brass dish, weaving smoky tendrils through the crisp air. Outside the arched window behind her, a twilight forest blurs into watercolor streaks of amber and plum.
Prompt: A beautiful woman reclining on a velvet chaise lounge amid scattered autumn leaves—crimson maples, burnt-orange oaks, and golden elms—that cling to her cashmere wrap like whispered secrets. She wears a deep burgundy slip dress, its neckline dipping to reveal collarbones dusted with copper glitter; one strap slips off her shoulder, exposing smooth skin flushed by the chill. Her gaze, half-lidded and direct, meets the viewer's while long auburn hair spills over the cushions, echoing the leaves' rich hues. A single persimmon rests in her palm, its vivid orange mirroring her parted lips, and cinnamon sticks smolder nearby in a brass dish, weaving smoky tendrils through the crisp air. Outside the arched window behind her, a twilight forest blurs into watercolor streaks of amber and plum.
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.
