Prompt: A full-body surreal vision where hyperreal sensuality collides with the nightmarish vastness of a dreamscape, transforming a modern young woman into a figure of both desire and unease.
She stands barefoot on fractured ground, her pose subtly sensual yet tense, as if balanced between confidence and fragility. Her skin is rendered with hyperreal clarity, glowing with life, but across her shoulders and thighs the flesh begins to erode into cracked textures, like old paint peeling, merging her with the abstract void.
Her attire is an illusion more than fabric: a fragmented, skin-tight dress formed from streaks of metallic crimson (Pantone 7621 C), acid lime (Pantone 388 C), and burnished copper (Pantone 876 C). The garment clings to her with painterly force, yet its edges bleed into the air as though it were painted on reality itself, dissolving into drips and streaks of pigment that trail into nothingness.
Her hair—an asymmetrical pixie cut, longer on one side, chaotic and heavily layered—is dyed electric blue (Pantone 285 C) streaked with luminous hints of phosphorescent green (Pantone 2290 C). Each strand seems alive, bursting outward in sharp, surreal arcs, like tendrils of energy or fine filaments of light, dissolving at the tips into smoky abstractions.
Her face is a paradox: hyperreal, sensual lips dusted with faint metallic copper, parted as though on the edge of breath, while her almond-shaped eyes gleam with unsettling intensity, one glowing faintly in a spectral green (Pantone 361 C), the other swallowed by deep shadow. Around her features, her skin fractures into painterly voids, as if her beauty were being rewritten in real time by unseen forces.
The background is pure Beksiński-inspired surrealism: a barren, ashen wasteland (Pantone Warm Gray 11 C) riddled with skeletal structures that resemble both ruined skyscrapers and twisted bones, rising into a storm-heavy sky of ochre (Pantone 7555 C), bruised violet (Pantone 7672 C), and deep, burning vermilion (Pantone 1795 C). Jagged silhouettes loom like forgotten monuments, but they dissolve into brush-smeared chaos at the edges.
Around her body radiates an aura of dissolution and energy: chaotic ink splatters, violent brush strokes in black and blood red, fragments of geometric lines that cut across her form like scars. Portions of her dissolve into these abstract outbursts, her body at once anchored in hyperreality and dissolving into nothing.
The overall impression is haunting and sensual: she is at once a modern, alluring figure and an icon of decay, standing like a goddess of ruin in a broken, surreal world, her presence both magnetic and terrifying.
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.
