Prompt: Masterpiece, masterful composition, awe-striking, chef d'oeuvre, mix of comic-like drawing and photorealistic grain.
Late, very late, in the last underground train running through the night, a woman is examining the content of an instrument box in the middle of 4 chairs in a square, in the middle of an empty carriage. There is a violin the box, and a sticker with a difficult to read name on it on the upper part of the case. An umbrella is also on the chairs.
She hears the train arrive, and she feels the air moving her hair, and she cannot miss it.
The woman is a beautiful alluring young European woman with long night-blue unkempt drenched hair with carefully styled rainbow braids, a bit of wind in the locks of hair around her ears. She has grey blue eyes piercing the night, with some dark make-up around, a small pointy nose. The night has no end. She wears a black sleeveless sports top, a black short skirt and knee-high boots. She has silver earrings with rainbow shiny pearls that shine in the half-night. by eryn. Her skin is pinkish white with some old whitish scars visible on her thighs and arms. She has a small colorful drenched cloth handbag with a large shoulder strap that crosses her chest.
She's curious. Strange rainbow lights through the carriage windows.
Cold night palette. Very intricate patterns. Striking graceful melancholic atmosphere all over.
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
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.
