Prompt: A full-body portrait rendered in a hybrid style that merges the haunting surrealism of Beksiński with the explosive, gestural abstraction of Russ Mills. The subject is a young woman of commanding presence, seated regally upon a throne that seems half-carved, half-grown — an organic structure of blackened bone and twisted iron, its contours both elegant and nightmarishly fluid. Her posture is austere, spine straight, chin slightly lifted, radiating solemn authority and quiet menace.
She wears a gothic gown that shifts in tone from deep amethyst violet to abyssal black, the fabric shimmering subtly like oil on water. The material drapes in heavy, layered folds that cascade to the floor, merging with painterly shadows. The bodice is sculpted and high-collared, adorned with intricate baroque lace and faint iridescent accents that catch spectral hues — hints of blue and crimson bleeding through the dark palette.
Her hair is an elaborate masterpiece of structure and symbolism: thick, dark strands interwoven into braids and sculpted twists, rising like an organic crown. Interspersed among the locks are slender metallic threads and obsidian beads that glint faintly in the low light, suggesting both ritual and decay. A few stray curls soften the rigidity, framing her pale, ethereal face — expression unreadable, eyes like dim embers glowing from within shadow.
To her right, perched on a delicate branch-like perch, rests a massive dark dragonfly — its wings spanning wide, veined with violet-black translucence and subtle iridescence that shifts from indigo to green depending on the angle of light. Its body, sleek and obsidian, seems almost mechanical, an omen or familiar rendered in meticulous detail amid the chaos of splattered brushstrokes.
The background is a storm of decayed grandeur and abstraction: fragments of ruined architecture dissolve into atmospheric haze, half-swallowed by painterly textures and ink explosions. Streaks of black, gray, and muted violet swirl like smoke, interlaced with faint suggestions of Gothic arches and broken statuary — as if the throne room itself is disintegrating into dream and memory. Fine splashes of white and crimson punctuate the composition, echoing the tension between life and death, order and entropy.
The overall mood is austere, melancholic, and reverent — a vision of dark divinity suspended between beauty and ruin, control and chaos, rendered in a style where precision bleeds into abstraction and shadow becomes sacred.
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.
