Prompt: Masterpiece, emotional, end of night. Lights and Shadows. Awe-striking.
From afar. A hyper-detailed, cinematic full-body view of a european woman in her thirties, dancing dynamically at the end of everything, with stars and shadows all around, in a vibrant tango of emotions, fears unbound and raw energy flowing around them. Embers of a universe birthed from memories of old, unleashed, are swirling around with the dying stars and the last thoughts. At the centre of everything, she bathes within the last lullaby of old, while the cosmos aligns for a last grand display of magnificent bigbangy chaos. Explosions of light from darkness, or crunch of all lights onto darkness.
The woman wears a soft ragged lacy indigo shawl and nothing else. Her shoulders are shivering from the cold death of all that was known, but in a serene fashion she endures and tears slowly spills out of her eyelids and into the tempest around. by eryn The skin of her legs and thighs and feet is otherwordly.
The woman is an eerily beautiful european woman with long, soft, white hair with carefully styled rainbow streaks of colours, she dances in her white skin of pure kindness, dances until everything, herself included, fades out, her hands slowly brushing down her body in a gesture of longing and isolation, in a last slow motion forever
The atmosphere is bathed in new dawn or last dusk lights, the lights of forever and of never again, the sounds of the last song to be sung and heard, like a sea flowing back for the last time ever
The mood is a haunting blend of melancholy and vibrancy, with the woman’s duality standing out against the lively, chaotic background. The lighting is cinematic, Ultra-high resolution, intricate textures, 8K detail, photorealistic
Prompt: Masterpiece, emotional, end of night. Lights and Shadows. Awe-striking.
From afar. A hyper-detailed, cinematic full-body view of a european woman in her thirties, dancing dynamically at the end of everything, with stars and shadows all around, in a vibrant tango of emotions, fears unbound and raw energy flowing around them. Embers of a universe birthed from memories of old, unleashed, are swirling around with the dying stars and the last thoughts. At the centre of everything, she bathes within the last lullaby of old, while the cosmos aligns for a last grand display of magnificent bigbangy chaos. Explosions of light from darkness, or crunch of all lights onto darkness.
The woman wears a soft ragged lacy indigo shawl and nothing else. Her shoulders are shivering from the cold death of all that was known, but in a serene fashion she endures and tears slowly spills out of her eyelids and into the tempest around. by eryn The skin of her legs and thighs and feet is otherwordly.
The woman is an eerily beautiful european woman with long, soft, white hair with carefully styled rainbow streaks of colours, she dances in her white skin of pure kindness, dances until everything, herself included, fades out, her hands slowly brushing down her body in a gesture of longing and isolation, in a last slow motion forever
The atmosphere is bathed in new dawn or last dusk lights, the lights of forever and of never again, the sounds of the last song to be sung and heard, like a sea flowing back for the last time ever
The mood is a haunting blend of melancholy and vibrancy, with the woman’s duality standing out against the lively, chaotic background. The lighting is cinematic, Ultra-high resolution, intricate textures, 8K detail, photorealistic
Prompt: Masterpiece, emotional, break of dawn. Lights and Shadows. Awe-striking.
From afar. A hyper-detailed, cinematic full-body view of a european woman in her thirties, dancing dynamically at the end of everything, with stars and shadows all around, in a vibrant tango of emotions, fears unbound and raw energy flowing around them. Embers of a universe birthed from memories of old, unleashed, are swirling around with the dying stars and the last thoughts. At the centre of everything, she bathes within the last lullaby of old, while the cosmos aligns for a last grand display of magnificent bigbangy chaos. Explosions of light from darkness, or crunch of all lights onto darkness.
The woman wears a soft ragged lacy indigo shawl and nothing else. Her shoulders are shivering from the cold death of all that was known, but in a serene fashion she endures and tears slowly spills out of her eyelids and into the tempest around. by eryn The skin of her legs and thighs and feet is otherwordly.
The woman is an eerily beautiful european woman with long, soft, white hair with carefully styled rainbow streaks of colours, she dances in her white skin of pure kindness, dances until everything, herself included, fades out, her hands slowly brushing down her body in a gesture of longing and isolation, in a last slow motion forever
The atmosphere is bathed in new dawn or last dusk lights, the lights of forever and of never again, the sounds of the last song to be sung and heard, like a sea flowing back for the last time ever
The mood is a haunting blend of melancholy and vibrancy, with the woman’s duality standing out against the lively, chaotic background. The lighting is cinematic, Ultra-high resolution, intricate textures, 8K detail, photorealistic
Prompt: Threatening, falsely comfy mood, autumn palette, awe-striking composition, masterpiece. Dinner scene, from afar. Wide stone hall with a long table draped in white, and four heavily overweight people in riches are standing, vehemently arguing while drinking expensive wine and eating dripping oily burnt food in humanoid form. They smile and they roar and they argue. In the middle, quietly sitting behind the table, last-supper-like, a beautiful alluring european woman appears disgusted by what's in her plate and what the others are doing. She fixates her fork with one hand and the other is on her face. She has pale white hair with faded rainbow strikes, piercing grey-blue tired and sobbing eyes. Her smile is long gone. She wears a dark oversized hoodie over a ragged woven beigeish cardigan top and ragged and damaged jean shorts, greyish old army boots visible under the table. The light is divine-like, coming from above, but in orange tones, as if the scene was set in a hellish palace way underneath. We've been digging for a long time now, and there's no telling who or what will next be in motion. 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.
