Prompt: Create a color pen and ink illustration:
In the heart of a dimly lit, ancient, and decaying temple, the atmosphere is thick with the stench of brine and decay. The walls are adorned with faded, cryptic runes and the remnants of once-vibrant, now moldy tapestries. The floor is slick with moisture, echoing with the faint, distant drip of water.
A congregation of fish-headed people kneel in worship. Their amphibious bodies are cloaked in tattered garments, their scales glistening eerily in the dim light. Their large, unblinking eyes reflect an otherworldly devotion as they bow and murmur in an ancient, guttural language.
At the center of this unsettling assembly stands a massive, grotesque statue of a deity carved from glistening stone. The deity has a vaguely humanoid form, but with a grotesque twist — its head is an amorphous mass of writhing tentacles, each ending in a multitude of eyes. The statue's many appendages seem almost alive, their texture slick and sinuous, as if they might reach out at any moment to grasp the devoted worshippers.
The air is heavy with a palpable sense of dread and the weight of countless forgotten ages.
Prompt: Create a color pen and ink illustration:
In the heart of a dimly lit, ancient, and decaying temple, the atmosphere is thick with the stench of brine and decay. The walls are adorned with faded, cryptic runes and the remnants of once-vibrant, now moldy tapestries. The floor is slick with moisture, echoing with the faint, distant drip of water.
Gathered in the flickering, sickly-green glow of phosphorescent algae, a congregation of fish-headed people kneel in worship. Their amphibious bodies are cloaked in tattered, seaweed-like garments, their scales glistening eerily in the dim light. Their large, unblinking eyes reflect an otherworldly devotion as they bow and murmur in an ancient, guttural language.
At the center of this unsettling assembly stands a massive, grotesque statue of a deity carved from glistening stone. The deity has a vaguely humanoid form, but with a grotesque twist — its head is an amorphous mass of writhing tentacles, each ending in a multitude of eyes. The statue's many appendages seem almost alive, their texture slick and sinuous, as if they might reach out at any moment to grasp the devoted worshippers.
The air is heavy with a palpable sense of dread and the weight of countless forgotten ages.
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.
