Prompt: It's been so long,
I don't know how I should keep going
Maybe it won't be possible
Maybe I can't be me anymore
You made me feel
All sorts of things
My heart keeps pounding
I hear my blood running through my ears
You made me feel
So many things
But mostly terror and fear
That took a dark turn, didn't it?
A woman with fiery eyes in the darkest of nights. She wears a dark blueish oversized hoodie over ragged jean shorts and overused thights and worn out leather waling boots. Her hair is messy and dark silver shines out of the rainbow. Oily water dripping off her hair and clothes. She waits in a dark alley and watches a decaying city of rooftops washed over by misery and hatred. Bags under eyes say she hasn't slept much lately. Hands in her pockets and heavy shoulders say she's suffering from it all. The moon is engulfed by the darkest of clouds, which are in fact cackling crows ready to eat the night up. Not much hope remains. In the background, a dark crimson red cloak is laying in the gutter at the foot of a broken cobblestone street lamppost. by eryn
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catching. Seen from above and from afar. Full-body view of a translucent woman lying in her bare skin on her back over a laid out heavy red cloak, in a forest garden in the middle of a heavily obscured part of the forest. The woman is becoming a river of rainbow fluids, pouring furiously into the earth, pouring life back into the world. She's fading out. Before, she was a young tired beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with a cute alluring profile, grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose. By eryn. As she's fading, she has a sad smile and tearful eyes. White scar-like bruises on the skin on the hands and forearms, and a bit of mud here and there. White skin in the shaky lights. Warmth of the tranquil Sun on her face. Her blue eyes are turning into something nearly honey-like.
Prompt: On a giant wooden wall on a plateform in the middle of a cobblestone plazza at night, display the words 'SHAME HOPE' on top of the other. The letters 'SHAME' are written at the top of the billboard in massive crismon metallic lettering. The letters 'HOPE' are painted below in rainbow colours graffiti. Some fresh paint is still dropping.
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catcher. A standing woman seen from the side is walking into a massive old-fashioned room with furniture from the past except for a computer and wide screen in a corner. She was a beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with a cute alluring face, grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose. She has white-grey damaged messy short hair under a heavy crimson hood with grey linen, remnants of a few carefully styled wavy braids, greasy white skin. She wears a heavy crimson coat over a coarse beige-grey tunic with heavy lining and intricate pattern. She's putting the hood of her cloak off her hair. Darker old-bruise-like spots on the skin on the hands and forearms. White skin in the shaky lights of candles. Vulnerable. Cold sweat on her neck. By eryn. She looks sad, tired, broken and heart-broken. In the room an old woman is sitting on a comfortable-looking armchair behind a large wooden desk. The old woman has a stern face, mid-length white hair with a sober black hairpin in the back, and she's holding a piece of paper, while looking intently at the first woman. The old woman wears a red heavy dress with a blue small mantle on the shoulders. Behind the old woman, a man is standing up, wearing all black clothes, with his face in shadows except for his eyes. Very intricate drawing patterns. Oppressing mood. Impending doom and darkness eating at everything beside her.
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catching. Seen from above and from afar. Full-body view of a woman lying on her back over a laid out heavy red cloak, in a forest garden in the middle of a heavily obscured part of the forest. Wild herbs all around. The woman is looking at the sky in a star position with her legs and arms open around her. All around her in the grass, from the tips of her toes and fingers, thin vein-like rainbow fluid is dripping into the grass and growing and circling all around her until they drop in a nearby small stream of water.. The woman has white-grey damaged messy short hair, remnants of a few carefully styled wavy braids, greasy white skin. She wears only a coarse damaged beige-grey tunic with heavy lining and intricate pattern. Warm breeze in her short hair and around her eyes. The woman is a young tired beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with a cute alluring profile, grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose. She has a sad smile and tearful eyes. White scar-like bruises on the skin on the hands and forearms, and a bit of mud here and there. White skin in the shaky lights. Warmth of the tranquil Sun on her face. Her blue eyes are turning into something nearly honey-like. By eryn. She looks sad, tired, broken and heart-broken, but at the same time alive. Very intricate drawing patterns. She's sad for those she lives behind. But she'll go back. She has to look after herself for now. Life is pumping back.
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catcher. A windswept cobblestone plazza in a nineteenth-century semi-futuristic steampunk-vibe village in the middle of nowhere. A crowd has gathered in a big circle around a dark-water fountain, to hear an old small woman with a red cloaked and a small blue mantle on the shoulders speak. The old woman has old skin, white hair with a black hairpin in the back, and a stern look as she's watching the crowd, but in front of her eyes, a unique very small rainbow butterfly is floating by, that only she can see. Loudspeakers all around. The crowd below them, which we see from the back, is made of red-cloaked hooded women and men in black attire and red-cloaked children. Around the plazza on a wall are a few guards in beige uniforms. In the foreground, a woman seen from the side is rejoining the crowd by the side. By eryn. Distorted heresy. Hope?
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catching. Seen from above and from afar. Full-body view of a woman lying on her back on a laid out heavy red cloak, in a forest garden in the middle of a heavily obscured part of the forest. Wild herbs all around. The woman is looking at the sky in a star position with her legs and arms open around her. The woman has white-grey damaged messy short hair, remnants of a few carefully styled wavy braids, greasy white skin. She wears only a coarse damaged beige-grey tunic with heavy lining and intricate pattern. Warm breeze in her short hair and around her eyes. The woman is a young tired beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with a cute alluring profile, grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose. She has a sad smile and tearful eyes. White scar-like bruises on the skin on the hands and forearms, and a bit of mud here and there. White skin in the shaky lights. warmth of the tranquil sun on her face. Her blue eyes are turning into something nearly honey-like. By eryn. She looks sad, tired, broken and heart-broken, but at the same time alive. Very intricate drawing patterns. She's sad for those she lives behind. But she'll go back. She has to look after herself for now. All around her in the grass, a large rainbow pattern is circling her and growing in thin lines all around her. Life is pumping back.
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catching. Seen from afar. A pensive woman seen from the side is sitting on a cliff in a relaxed position, with her legs hanging in the air. She is contemplating a small nineteenth-inspired village in the far distance below her. Smoke coming out of chimneys, red-hooded small characters visible in the streets of the city. The woman has white-grey damaged messy short hair, remnants of a few carefully styled wavy braids, greasy white skin. She holds a heavy crimson coat in her hands over her knees, and wears only a coarse damaged beige-grey tunic with heavy lining and intricate pattern. Warm breeze in her short hair and around her eyes. The woman is a young tired beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with a cute alluring profile, grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose. She has a sad smile and tearful eyes. White scar-like bruises on the skin on the hands and forearms, and a bit of mud here and there. White skin in the shaky lights of dawn. Cold sweat on her neck. By eryn. She looks sad, tired, broken and heart-broken. Very intricate drawing patterns. She's sad for those she lives behind. But she'll go back. She has to look after herself for now. From the clouds over the small city, the slightest of rainbow rain is starting to fall down.
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catcher. Back view of a woman side-by-side with an open door leading to the unknown. The woman is looking at the door. The door is fully open, on pitch black darkness and a void-like nothingness. The door is in the back of an old-style room with nineteenth-century inspired broken furniture and a few modern-day machinery and technology. The door is fully visible beside the woman. The woman has mid-short white-grey damaged messy unkempt dirty hair soaking from the rain, and she wears a heavy crimson hood-off coat, over a coarse beige-grey tunic with heavy lining and intricate pattern. White skin in the shaky lights from massive windows shut off with wooden planks. Moment of choice. By eryn. The woman was a beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with a cute alluring face, grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose. Very intricate drawing patterns. Oppressing mood. The dark room is calling.
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catcher. In the centre of a large nineteenth-century cobblestone place with grim lights, a woman has removed and is defiantly tearing down and slamming down on the ground a large burgundy piece of clothing with great energy. The fabric is moving in the sky like a big crimson crescent. Underneath she wears very damaged white-grey panties with very big holes and very intricate lacy patterns. She's a beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose and dark disheveled hair and vibrant rainbow locks in carefully styled thin braids. By eryn. She looks so small despite all the fury she's softly letting out, so frail it's disheartening. She's shaking. White skin in the shaky light of day. Darker old-bruise-like spots on the skin. A puddle of rainbow rain lies on the ground where the red cape touches the ground. Around her a crowd is watching in dismay. In the crowd there are red-hooded adult women and small hooded children, as well as black-nineteenth-century-uniformed men with grave looks and greying hair. She's revolting, at the cost of her life. Very intricate drawing patterns. Oppressing winds. Dimmed sun in the grey sky. Their world coming to an end, impending doom and darkness eating at everything beside her. But cosmic synergy. Small breeze of change. A candle at a vibrant rainbow candle on a balcony in the background over the crowd on the left. Some hope?
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catcher. In the middle of a massive cobblestone plazza at night in pitch dark, a red-cloaked hooded woman is sleeping on the floor on her side, chained to a wooden post. We don't see her face. Thick darkness all around, no lights. Fading stars in the sky. Above her another hooded person is kneeling softly, enshrouded in darkness and tending to her. Darker old-bruise-like spots on the skin. By eryn. Oppressing mood Impending doom beside them. One lonely rainbow shooting star.
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catcher. In the centre of a large nineteenth-century cobblestone place with grim lights, on a wooden scaffold, a woman lies on the ground, shackled, head down, broken by fate. She is covered head-to-toe with a heavy burgundy cape. Very rough pattern on the cape and hood. Underneath she wears very rough conservative grey nineteenth-century clothes with many lose threads. She was a beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose and dark disheveled hair. From the tips of her unmade styled thin braids, tears of rainbow colors are slowly dripping into the ground and disappearing between the stones and under the wooden scaffold, fading into the shadows. By eryn. Her face is hidden under her heavy dripping wet hair, she looks so small, so frail and so tired. Rain is pouring from the dark, dark sky. The music has stopped. All around the scaffold a crowd is watching in dismay with red-hooded adult women seen from the back, small hooded children seen from the back, as well as black-nineteenth-century-uniformed men seen from the back and with grey hair. Above her in black letter on the wall, under the sad terrified sky, is engraved a massive text in crimson letters: "SHAME". Very intricate drawing patterns. Very oppressing silence. Impending doom and darkness eating at everything beside her.
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catcher. Profile view of two women seen from the side having a meeting in a massive old-fashioned study room with a big desk and other furniture from the past.The woman on the left just entered the room and is standing up. She was a young beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with a cute alluring profile, grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose. She has white-grey damaged messy short hair under a heavy crimson hood with grey linen, remnants of a few carefully styled wavy braids, greasy white skin. She wears a heavy crimson coat over a coarse beige-grey tunic with heavy lining and intricate pattern. She's putting the hood of her cloak off her hair. Darker old-bruise-like spots on the skin on the hands and forearms. White skin in the shaky lights of candles. Vulnerable. Cold sweat on her neck. By eryn. She looks sad, tired, broken and heart-broken. On the right, another older woman seen from the side is looking at her from behind a computer screen, while sitting on a comfortable-looking armchair behind the large wooden desk. The old woman has a stern profile, mid-length white hair with a black hairpin in the back, and she's holding a piece of paper, while looking intently at the woman on the left. The older woman on the right wears a red heavy dress with a blue small mantle on the shoulders. Behind the older woman in the background, a man is standing up, wearing all black clothes, with his face in shadows except for his eyes. Very intricate drawing patterns. Oppressing mood. Impending doom and darkness eating at everything beside her.
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catcher. On a large nineteenth-century cobblestone street with grim lights, a woman holds in her hand high in the air above her head a deep burgundy long cape with a hoodie that was hiding her body and figure, and she's defiantly tearing it down and slamming it down on the ground with great energy. The fabric is moving in the sky like a big crimson crescent. Underneath she wears very damaged white-grey panties with very big holes and very intricate lacy patterns. She's a beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose and dark disheveled hair and vibrant rainbow locks in carefully styled thin braids. By eryn. She looks so small despite all the fury she's softly letting out, so frail it's disheartening. She's shaking. White skin in the shaky light of day. Darker old-bruise-like spots on the skin. A puddle of rainbow rain lies on the ground where the red cape touches the ground. Around her a crowd is watching in dismay. In the crowd there are red-hooded adult women and small hooded children, as well as black-nineteenth-century-uniformed men with grave looks. She's revolting, at the cost of her life. Very intricate drawing patterns. Oppressing winds. Dimmed sun in the grey sky. Their world coming to an end, impending doom and darkness eating at everything beside her. But cosmic synergy. Small breeze of change. A candle at a vibrant rainbow candle on a balcony in the background over the crowd on the left.
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catcher. In a dark-lit room with nineteenth-century walls and a cell-like apperance, no objects except the bed, full-body view of a frightened shivering fevered woman sleeping. She is on a very rough bed in nineneteenth century inspired under clothes soaking with sweat with very intricate lacy patterns. No sheets. She was a beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose and dark disheveled hair and vibrant rainbow locks in carefully styled thin braids. White skin in the shaky lights of a unique candle. Darker old-bruise-like spots on the skin. By eryn. In her dream above her, a massive burning pile of fire is fighting a frail bubble of rainbow energy. Very intricate drawing patterns. Oppressing mood Impending doom and darkness eating at everything beside her.
Prompt: Night of burning revenge. Seen from afar. A woman is entering a crowd of frenzied fanatic-looking crimson-cloaked hooded women and of men wearing all-black clothes. We see her from the back, with people in her immediate vicinity at the same level she is. First person perspective. She's moving towards a massive pyramidal pyre of books that are burning on the central round cobblestone plaza of a nineteenth-century inspired village. She's examining the pyre in dismay. She seems small compared to the burning pile. She has white-grey damaged messy short hair, remnants of a few carefully styled wavy braids, greasy white skin. She wears a heavy crimson coat over a coarse beige-grey tunic with heavy lining and intricate pattern. The hood of her cloak is off her hair in a cute way. Twinkles swirling around through the plaza and in the air, crescent blue moon up in the sky. Warm breeze in her short hair and around her eyes. The woman was a young beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with a cute alluring profile, grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose. Darker old-bruise-like spots on the skin on the hands and forearms. White skin in the shaky lights of the flames. Vulnerable. Cold sweat on her neck. By eryn. She looks sad, tired, broken and heart-broken. In the background over a small platform, an other, older woman is sitting on a comfortable-looking armchair, with mid-length white hair with a black hairpin and a stern look. The older woman wears a blue heavy dress with a red small mantle covering her shoulders. Very intricate drawing patterns. Mood of knowledge silently passing by and disappearing into the night. Night of cold madness.
Prompt: Night of burning revenge. Seen from afar. A woman is walking through a crowd of crimson-cloaked hooded women and of men wearing all-black clothes, passing by multiple massive pyramidal pyres of books that are burning on the central round cobblestone plaza of a nineteenth-century inspired village. The woman is the same size than other characters and is seen from the side (profile view) as she's examining one of the pyres in dismay. She seems small compared to the burning piles. She has white-grey damaged messy short hair, remnants of a few carefully styled wavy braids, greasy white skin. She wears a heavy crimson coat over a coarse beige-grey tunic with heavy lining and intricate pattern. The hood of her cloak is off her hair in a cute way. Twinkles swirling around through the plaza and in the air, crescent blue moon up in the sky. Warm breeze in her short hair and around her eyes. The woman was a young beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with a cute alluring profile, grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose. Darker old-bruise-like spots on the skin on the hands and forearms. White skin in the shaky lights of the flames. Vulnerable. Cold sweat on her neck. By eryn. She looks sad, tired, broken and heart-broken. In the background over a small platform, an other, older woman is sitting on a comfortable-looking armchair, with mid-length white hair with a black hairpin and a stern look. The older woman wears a blue heavy dress with a red small mantle covering her shoulders. Very intricate drawing patterns. Mood of knowledge silently passing by and disappearing into the night. Night of cold madness.
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catcher. In a maasive nineteenth-century inspired dim-lit vaulted cellar with cobblestone floor, a woman on her knees is hand-washing some clothes in a very large underground river. She was a beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with a cute alluring face, grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose. She has white-grey damaged messy short hair, remnants of a few carefully styled wavy braids, greasy white skin. She wears a heavy crimson coat with a pulled hoodie over a coarse beige-grey tunic with heavy lining and intricate pattern. Darker old-bruise-like spots on the skin on the hands and forearms. White skin in the shaky lights of candles. Vulnerable. By eryn. In the water of the pond, a shiny woman silhouette in rainbow colours is looking at her. In the background a hooded man is watching over her, making sure she does what she has to do. The man's face is in the shadows. Very intricate drawing patterns. Oppressing mood. Lights from the basement window. Impending doom and darkness eating at everything beside her.
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catcher. In a nineteenth-century inspired dim-lit vaulted cellar with cobblestone floor, a woman is hand-washing some clothes in a very large indoor wash house. She was a beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with a cute alluring face, grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose. She has short-grey damaged messy short hair, remnants of a few carefully styled wavy braids, greasy white skin. She wears a heavy crimson coat with a pulled hoodie over a coarse beige-grey tunic with heavy lining and intricate pattern. Darker old-bruise-like spots on the skin on the hands and forearms. White skin in the shaky lights of candles. Vulnerable. By eryn. In her back a hooded man is watching over her, making sure she does what she has to. The man's face is in the shadows. In the water the woman uses for laundry, she looks at her weeping reflection in rainbow colours. In a fireplace on the side, a suggestive set of damaged white-grey panties is burning in flamesa. Very intricate drawing patterns. Oppressing mood. Lights from the basement window. Impending doom and darkness eating at everything beside her.
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catcher. Two women, both in the foreground are facing each other (they gaze both at the centre of the picture) and discussing together, each at one side of a big desk in a massive old-fashioned study room with furniture from the past. The woman on the first side, profile view, is standing up while resisting the gaze of the other woman She was a young beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with a cute alluring profile, grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose. She has white-grey damaged messy short hair under a heavy crimson hood with grey linen, remnants of a few carefully styled wavy braids, greasy white skin. She wears a heavy crimson coat over a coarse beige-grey tunic with heavy lining and intricate pattern. The hood of her cloak is off her hair. Darker old-bruise-like spots on the skin on the hands and forearms. White skin in the shaky lights of candles. Vulnerable. Cold sweat on her neck. By eryn. She looks sad, tired, broken and heart-broken. On the other side of the desk, an older woman, profile view, is looking intently at the first woman. She is sitting on a comfortable-looking armchair behind the large wooden desk, with a computer screen nearby. The older woman has a stern profile, mid-length white hair with a black hairpin in the back, and she's holding a piece of paper. The older woman wears a red heavy dress with a blue small mantle covering her shoulders. In the background, a man is standing up, wearing all black clothes, with his face in shadows except for his eyes. Very intricate drawing patterns. Oppressing mood. Impending doom and darkness eating at everything beside her.
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catcher. A windswept cobblestone plazza in the outskirts of a nineteenth-century semi-futuristic steampunk-vibe village in the middle of nowhere. No buildings. A crowd that we see from the back only has gathered in a big circle to hear the council of men give a speech. Five men white cloaked men and one black cloaked man are on a platform in front of the crowd and talk near a microphone. Loudspeakers all around them. The crowd is made of red-cloaked hooded women and men in black attire and red-cloaked children. We only see them from the back. Around the plazza on a wall are a few guards in beige uniforms. In the foreground, a woman seen from the side is quietly joining in the crowd by the side. She was a beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with a cute alluring profile, grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose. She has white-grey damaged messy short hair, remnants of a few carefully styled wavy braids, greasy white skin. She wears a heavy crimson coat over a coarse beige-grey tunic with heavy lining and intricate pattern. She's putting her hod on. Darker old-bruise-like spots on the skin on the hands and forearms. White skin in the shaky lights of candles. Vulnerable. By eryn. She looks afraid of all these people near them, who don't look at her. Very intricate drawing patterns. Oppressing mood. Impending doom and darkness eating at everything beside her. Sweeping winds in her short hair and before her eyes.
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catcher. Full-body view of a woman seen from the side, who is quietly rejoining the back of a massive crowd on a windswept cobblestone plazza seen from afar, in a nineteenth century village in the middle of nowhere. Red-cloaked hooded women, black-uniformed men. The crowd is not paying attention to her but on leaders who are speaking on a platform in the background. The woman was a beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with a cute alluring face, grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose. She has white-grey damaged messy short hair, remnants of a few carefully styled wavy braids, greasy white skin. She wears a heavy crimson coat over a coarse beige-grey tunic with heavy lining and intricate pattern. She's putting the hood of her cloak to cover her hair. Darker old-bruise-like spots on the skin on the hands and forearms. White skin in the shaky lights of candles. Vulnerable. By eryn. She looks sad, tired, broken and heart-broken. Very intricate drawing patterns. Oppressing mood. Impending doom and darkness eating at everything beside her. Sweeping winds in her short hair and before her eyes.
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catcher. In a nineteenth-century inspired dim-lit vaulted massive empty room with cobblestone floor, woman cloaked in red is putting a beige-grey rough piece of clothing on another woman, starting from the hands. Only the profile of the second woman is seen from the side, she wears no clothes, standing in a ray of light coming from the ceiling in a ceremonial fashion. No jewels, no crown. Chiaroscuro, intricate details of body shape. She was a beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with a cute alluring face, grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose. She has white-grey damaged messy short hair, remnants of a few carefully styled wavy braids, greasy white skin. Diffuse darker old-bruise-like spots on the skin on the back, on the chest, and on the arms and on the legs. White bruised skin in the shaky lights. Vulnerable. By eryn. On a hanger, there is a heavy red hooded cloak. In the the background, a hooded man is watching over. The man's face is in the shadows. On the foreground, a set of suggestive damaged white-grey lacy clothes are scattered on the floor, to be burned later. Very intricate drawing patterns. Oppressing mood. Impending doom and darkness eating at everything beside her.
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catcher. In a dark-lit room with nineteenth-century old furniture, a frightened shivering woman is lying on a rough bed in her very damaged and drenched panties with very big holes and very intricate lacy patterns. She was a beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose and dark disheveled hair and vibrant rainbow locks in carefully styled thin braids. White skin in the shaky lights of candles. Darker old-bruise-like spots on the skin. By eryn. Another woman in a heavy burgundy cloak with a hoodie in the back is tending to the rainbow hair of the first woman, trying to remove the dye off of it with chemicals. Outside the room by a small opening in the heavy door on the side, a man's face is watching both women. A puddle of rainbow fluid is forming on the ground under the first woman's hair and is disappearing in a wall. Very intricate drawing patterns. Oppressing mood. Dimmed sun in the grey sky by a stone window above the bed. Impending doom and darkness eating at everything beside her.
Prompt: Create the word 'SHAME' in bold dark crimson metal massive lettering on a giant wooden white wall under a terrified and sad grey sky. Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catcher. Beneath the word, in the centre of a large nineteenth-century cobblestone place with grim lights, on a wooden scaffold, a woman lies on the ground, shackled, head down, broken by fate. She is covered head-to-toe with a heavy burgundy cape. Very rough pattern on the cape and hood. Underneath she wears very rough conservative grey nineteenth-century clothes with many lose threads. She was a beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose and dark disheveled hair. From the tips of her unmade styled thin braids, tears of rainbow colors are slowly dripping into the ground and disappearing between the stones and under the wooden scaffold, fading into the shadows. By eryn. Her face is hidden under her heavy dripping wet hair, she looks so small, so frail and so tired. Rain is pouring from the dark, dark sky. The music has stopped. All around the scaffold a crowd is watching in dismay with red-hooded adult women seen from the back, small hooded children seen from the back, as well as black-nineteenth-century-uniformed men seen from the back and with grey hair. Very intricate drawing patterns. Very oppressing silence. Impending doom and darkness eating at everything beside her.
Prompt: On a sandy beach at dawn, a woman body washed ashore, seen from the back. She wears bery damaged lacy white-grey panties with many holes and loose threads. She's a beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with closed eyes and a pointy nose and dark hair and vibrant rainbow locks in carefully styled thin braids. By eryn. She looks so small, asleep and broken. White skin in the shaky light. A puddle of rainbow rain is slowly passing from her hair to the see. Around her a crowd is watching her in dismay. In the crowd there are red-hooded adult women and children, as well as black-nineteenth-century-uniformed men with grave looks. Impending doom and darkness eating at everything beside her.
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.
