Prompt: create an oil painting on hyper-textured deep crazed cracked canvas: A 3D HDR glistening glass layered a mouth open roaring lion's head with squeezed tightly closed eyes emerging from the scorched earth with melting murano glass and tiny trickles of swirling striped crazed glass inside the face leaking out down the sides, hyper-realistic details, intricate glasswork, melting glass flowing delicately, cascading, splash art inspiration, concept art style, mid-shot composition, meticulous attention to detail, vibrant color depth, dramatic contrast between glass and melting glass angled at 2/3 of the fist, side lighting enhancing textures, colorful and dynamic background setting, Vibrant reds, oranges, deep blues, and hints of indian yellow, evoking intensity hyper-realistic glass and heat.
Prompt: Picture a battlefield strewn with broken remnants of human lives and the twisted wreckage of war machines. The ground is scorched, covered in ash, littered with charred bodies, and stained with blood. Shattered weapons lie abandoned, their metal gleaming dully in the dying light, as if bearing witness to the senseless destruction. In the distance, crumbling buildings, once symbols of civilization, now stand like skeletal ruins, hollow and lifeless, as smoke rises from them, choking the sky.
Amid this devastation, piles of burning money stretch as far as the eye can see, casting an eerie glow over the landscape. Crisp bills and shining coins, once symbols of prosperity and promise, are now reduced to embers. The flames devour them greedily, sending sparks into the air, as if mocking the futility of wealth in the face of such overwhelming ruin. Entire fortunes—once capable of building nations—are consumed in an instant, the heat distorting the very air around them. The fire’s crackle echoes like laughter, reminding all who bear witness of the irretrievable cost of war.
Among the burning money, people lay scattered, their lifeless forms telling the story of unimaginable loss. Some wear tattered uniforms, their eyes still open, frozen in a final expression of fear or rage. Others are civilians, their bodies crumpled where they fell, caught in the crossfire of forces beyond their control. The young and old alike, faces once filled with hope and dreams, now lie forgotten amid the wreckage. Mothers clutch their children, their bodies curled in vain attempts to protect them from the unstoppable tide of violence. A father’s hand still reaches out for his son, forever inches away.
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.
