Seraphina: Ember of Defiance: A Light's Last Stand
Model:
DaVinci2
Size:
1152 X 864
(1.00 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Stepping onto the Grand Balcony, Seraphina felt the chill of the encroaching void on her skin. She was all that was left—the final ember of a dying bloodline. Closing her eyes, she reached out, not with her hands, but with her very soul. She pulled on the fading sunlight, on the residual warmth stored in the city's golden stones, and on the fiery resolve burning within her own heart.
The power answered her call. It was a searing, agonizing symphony, crackling to life in her palms—a miniature sun, a storm of raw creation. This was not a spell of attack, but of defiance. A declaration. As she gathered the light, she braced herself for the cost she knew it would demand.
Prompt: The void splits, releasing a rain of golden embers and silver ashes. They spiral upward, fusing into Metatron’s crown — a cube that glows with infinite faces. Each face turns, binding new constellations into law.
Prompt: The void opens like an eye, revealing a pupil of spiraling stars. They stretch into filaments of gold and silver, intertwining as they fall toward an unseen axis. The axis ignites, becoming the cube, each edge burning with liquid light. Metatron emerges through its center as if birthed by its rotation, his body a lattice of living script. Every step he takes draws constellations into orbit, every gesture reshapes the currents of gravity. The cube turns, slower than eternity yet faster than thought, and with each face revealed, a law is spoken without sound. Gold hums of creation, silver of remembrance, and Metatron stands as the eternal hinge on which both forever turn.
Prompt: The void opens like an eye, revealing a pupil of spiraling stars. They stretch into filaments of gold and silver, intertwining as they fall toward an unseen axis. The axis ignites, becoming the cube, each edge burning with liquid light. Metatron emerges through its center as if birthed by its rotation, his body a lattice of living script. Every step he takes draws constellations into orbit, every gesture reshapes the currents of gravity. The cube turns, slower than eternity yet faster than thought, and with each face revealed, a law is spoken without sound. Gold hums of creation, silver of remembrance, and Metatron stands as the eternal hinge on which both forever turn.
Prompt: The void opens like an eye, revealing a pupil of spiraling stars. They stretch into filaments of gold and silver, intertwining as they fall toward an unseen axis. The axis ignites, becoming the cube, each edge burning with liquid light. Metatron emerges through its center as if birthed by its rotation, his body a lattice of living script. Every step he takes draws constellations into orbit, every gesture reshapes the currents of gravity. The cube turns, slower than eternity yet faster than thought, and with each face revealed, a law is spoken without sound. Gold hums of creation, silver of remembrance, and Metatron stands as the eternal hinge on which both forever turn.
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.
