Prompt: Hyperrealistische illustration digtal painting of a woman in a white fur jacket black corset and latex pants with curly hair and red lips standing in de rain lee bogle satin shiny smootskin
Prompt: Whispers of Dawn.
In the shadowed streets where twilight fades,
She walks with heels that echo shame,
A life of dreams sold by the hour,
A soul entangled in a fragile game.
Beneath the makeup, tears unshed,
Her heart a prisoner to the night,
She wears her sorrow like a veil,
A nameless face in neon light.
But in the quiet moments still,
Before the dawn reclaims the sky,
She feels a stirring deep within,
A voice that softly asks, "But why?"
Awakening comes not with fanfare,
But in the gentle, piercing truth,
That life is more than just survival,
And hope can blossom in the ruins of youth.
She sees her reflection, tired yet strong,
In the mirror of a broken past,
And knows that chains are made to shatter,
That no cage of fear can ever last.
With trembling hands, she grasps her worth,
A light ignites where darkness grew,
She turns her back on streets that bound her,
And walks toward a life renewed.
Let my lost memories lie; I seek not to reclaim what was once erased
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Prompt: Vertical 9:16 full-body illustration in the explosive, emotionally fractured style of Russ Mills, where hyperreal portraiture collides with expressive ink, digital noise, and chaotic paintwork. A young woman with sun-kissed skin and a bold, sculpted presence walks forward through a narrow cobblestone alley, her figure sharply defined against a background dissolving into abstraction. Her black hair, styled in a tousled, asymmetrical Posh Spice bob, moves with her—its loose waves rendered in slick, high-contrast strokes that blur into ink trails and pigment bursts.
Her full lips are tense, parted slightly, her expression strained—not with pain but with effort, focus. One hand rests on her temple, fingers tangled in her hair, as if holding back a memory trying to force its way into the present. Her posture is deliberate yet restless, a body in motion yet tethered to something unseen.
From the edges of the alley rise tendrils of translucent smoke, twisting into semi-formed objects—a porcelain cup, a shoe, a bicycle wheel, a page from a book—ephemeral memories rendered in fading ink and smoky pigment, as if half-dreamed or nearly forgotten. The cobblestones beneath her feet fracture into abstract patterns as she walks, ink and watercolor blending into chaotic beauty.
Around her, the air crackles with visual static—splashes of red, graphite black, ochre and cyan distort the space, echoing her internal turbulence. Lines shatter, reassemble, bleed into one another. She is both centered and dissolving—real and imagined. A portrait of memory, identity, and struggle wrapped in motion and color, walking the thin line between forgetting and remembering.
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.
