Prompt: ((((Masterpiece)))), a multi-block woodcut and linocut print in a vibrant, graphic landscape style. A scenic view of the Great Wall of China winds along a green hillside, captured in a moment of timeless adventure. The Great Wall dominates the composition, its form defined by a master key block of strong, undulating lines that trace its path across the hills. The wall's stones and watchtowers are rendered with clean, architectural precision flat, geometric shapes in warm ochres and greys, with shadows suggesting depth and age. Two small figures walk on the wall, their forms simplified into delicate, graceful silhouettes. They are tiny against the vast scale of the structure, evoking a sense of adventure and exploration. The hillside is a tapestry of lush, varied greens emerald, sage, and olive with rolling contours suggested by gentle, curved grooves. Lush vegetation cascades down the slopes, rendered with organic, overlapping shapes and fine textural details. In the distance, mountains rise in soft, muted layers of pale blue and lavender, their forms simplified into elegant, sweeping shapes. The sky is a clear, luminous field of pale azure, dotted with a few soft, stylized clouds. The overall palette is a harmonious blend of warm earth tones, lush greens, and cool sky blues. The mood is one of serene grandeur and quiet discovery, a timeless moment at one of the world's most iconic landmarks, captured through the graphic precision, bold outlines, and textural depth of hand-pulled printmaking. Graphic style, linocut, woodcut, key block, bold outlines, flat colors, landscape, adventurous, atmospheric, textured, stylistic, great wall.
Prompt: Outside the great wall, buildings clustered as if every town he had passed through had been gathered and set down there, sidebyside and all pushed together. Inns thrust their upper stories above the tile roofs of houses, and squat warehouses, broad and windowless, shouldered against them all. Red brick and gray stone and plastered white, jumbled and mixed together, they spread as far as the eye could see. Baerlon could have vanished into it without being noticed, and Whitebridge swallowed up twenty times over with hardly a ripple.
And the wall itself. The sheer, fiftyfoot height of pale gray stone, streaked with silver and white, swept out in a great circle, curving to north and south till he wondered how far it must run. All along its length towers rose, round and standing high above the wall's own height, redandwhite banners whipping in the wind atop each one. From inside the wall other towers peeked out, slender towers even taller than those at the walls, and domes gleaming white and gold in the sun. A thousand stories had painted cities in his mind, the great cities of kings and queens, of thrones and powers and legends, and Caemlyn fit into those minddeep pictures as water fits into a jug.Half a dozen of the Queen's Guards stood at the gates, their clean redandwhite tabards and burnished plateandmail a sharp contrast to most of the people streaming under the stone arch. Backs rigid and heads straight, they eyed the incomers with disdainful wariness. It was plain they would just as soon have turned away most of those coming in. Aside from keeping a way clear for traffic leaving the city, though, and having a hard word with those who tried to push too fast, they did not hinder anyone
Prompt: Outside the great wall, buildings clustered as if every town he had passed through had been gathered and set down there, sidebyside and all pushed together. Inns thrust their upper stories above the tile roofs of houses, and squat warehouses, broad and windowless, shouldered against them all. Red brick and gray stone and plastered white, jumbled and mixed together, they spread as far as the eye could see. Baerlon could have vanished into it without being noticed, and Whitebridge swallowed up twenty times over with hardly a ripple.
And the wall itself. The sheer, fiftyfoot height of pale gray stone, streaked with silver and white, swept out in a great circle, curving to north and south till he wondered how far it must run. All along its length towers rose, round and standing high above the wall's own height, redandwhite banners whipping in the wind atop each one. From inside the wall other towers peeked out, slender towers even taller than those at the walls, and domes gleaming white and gold in the sun. A thousand stories had painted cities in his mind, the great cities of kings and queens, of thrones and powers and legends, and Caemlyn fit into those minddeep pictures as water fits into a jug.Half a dozen of the Queen's Guards stood at the gates, their clean redandwhite tabards and burnished plateandmail a sharp contrast to most of the people streaming under the stone arch. Backs rigid and heads straight, they eyed the incomers with disdainful wariness. It was plain they would just as soon have turned away most of those coming in. Aside from keeping a way clear for traffic leaving the city, though, and having a hard word with those who tried to push too fast, they did not hinder anyone
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.
