Prompt: Moody, the symphonic storm within. Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Intimate, delicate, view from a distance of a woman giving a lecture in a grand hall of old, stone and leathers and tapestries uni great amphitheater. She's engaging with her speech, her audience, and the moment. Passionate and lyrical, vulnerable but knowledgeable, frail but powerful.
She's standing at a podium in front of older white men and a few women scholars, with notes laid out in front of her beneath the microphones. Many hand-written colorful annotations. She's focused, and her face is smiling but her brows are intentely focused. She's done it before, she just needs to do it again. Brilliantly as always.
A massive oaken door in the far background, open on the galery leading to the theater. A smaller wooden door behind the woman, closed. Windows up the high walls, otherwise ladden with tapestries and shelves stuffy with otherworldy glimmering weird artefacts from times unknown (except for her). Some artefacts are laying right beside her on the podium. She's probably talking about them.
The woman is in her end twenties early thirties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), half-up and coming loose. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not so frail, not gaunt. Piercing ice grey-blue watchful eyes, jumping within the room like little specks of starlight.
She's wearing a dark blue satin half-sleeved blouse with a light very long scarf of the same colour, a tight but light elegant dark skirt and lacy sandal-boots. Legs, neck, arms, dimly lit, slightly shivering. Not posing. Faint sleepless shadow under the eyes. Teal and blue mascara and liner, with a discrete touch of sparkles, rosy cheeks; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect. Silver necklace, earrings and rings, fabric wristband.
Modern but old palette. Academic life goes slow, but here it's energy channeled through the lecture. Intimate and unguarded, out-of-time and timeless autumn afternoon, hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, 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.
