Prompt: The wind, that sneaky bastard,
it used to whisper through the pines,
soft, like a lover's promise in July.
Now it howls, a goddamn wolf,
ripping the last leaves from the birches
like an old man tearing up lottery tickets.
The lake, she's holding her breath,
that dark mirror gone still,
waiting for the first icy hand to grip her.
The sun, that lazy prick,
barely bothers to climb over the treeline anymore.
Just a weak, yellow yawn across the fields,
and then it's back to bed.
The air, it smells different now.
Not of damp earth and mushrooms,
but of something sharp, something clean.
Like a freshly sharpened axe.
The ground, hard as a miser's heart,
no more give, no more softness.
Even the crows sound different,
their cawing more urgent,
like they know something we don't.
Or maybe they just know what's coming.
The long dark.
The silence.
The cold that seeps into your bones
and makes you question if spring will ever come back.
But then...
But then you see the first snowflakes.
Fat, lazy, like they've got all the time in the world.
And you know it's here.
Winter.
And it's not just an ending, is it?
It's a beginning, too.
A time for stories by the fire.
A time for the Northern Lights to dance.
A time for the world to sleep,
and dream of what's to come.
And maybe, just maybe,
we'll dream a little, too.
Prompt: The sun, a shy visitor, slips away earlier each day, leaving behind a chill that clings like a forgotten scent. Wind, once a playful whisper, now bites with teeth of ice, whistling through bare branches, a mournful tune. Green retreats, fading, replaced by a stark canvas of grey and brown, skeletal silhouettes against a pearl-pale sky. Breath hangs, visible ghosts in the frosty air, a tangible reminder of the shift, the slow descent. First flakes fall, tentative, hesitant dancers, then a flurry, a rush, blanketing the world in quiet. Winter arrives, not with a shout, but a hushed exhale, a settling silence.
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.
