Prompt: Clad in thick furs and carved bone armor, a lone shaman stood firm against the howling wind atop a desolate glacier. Frost glittered on their hood as they faced the shimmering dance of the aurora borealis overhead. Beneath the vast arctic sky, ribbons of green and violet light pulsed across the cracked blue ice. The wind's shriek and the aurora's faint crackle were the only sounds in the frigid air. Arms outstretched, their staff topped with resonating ice crystals drew down tendrils of celestial light, causing the crystals to glow softly in response. Behind them, hidden by a sculpted snowdrift, lay the dark entrance to an ice cave. This figure embodied the spirit of the harsh north, a conduit for the potent magic found within the planet's most awe-inspiring desolation.
Prompt: A lone celestial cartographer, robes the colour of the midnight sky subtly embroidered with silver constellations, stood beneath the vast, open dome of a mountaintop observatory. Outside, the wind howled faintly around the peak, but within the circular chamber, profound silence reigned. A colossal brass and crystal telescope, intricately geared and counterweighted, aimed precisely through the opening at a swirling, jewel-toned nebula impossibly vibrant against the diamond-dust scatter of countless distant stars. The thin, high-altitude air was crisp and cool, carrying the faint scent of cold stone and ozone. Before the cartographer, suspended in the air above a complex, humming astrolabe, shimmered a three-dimensional projection of a nearby star system, its planets, moons, and asteroid belts rendered in luminous, colour-coded light that gently illuminated their focused expression. With precise, deliberate gestures of long fingers, they adjusted the orbits and annotated the temporal tracks within the holographic projection, faint lines of shimmering calculation briefly flaring and fading around their fingertips. Set into the smoothly curved obsidian wall behind the main telescope was a heavy, circular vault door, seamlessly integrated and etched with complex celestial wards that pulsed rhythmically with a faint silver light, protecting the observatory's archive of ancient star-charts and predictive astronomical records. This solitary figure represented a seeker of cosmic truth, meticulously charting the intricate, silent dance of creation across unimaginable distances, a navigator of stellar currents and temporal tides deciphering patterns within the grand celestial tapestry, their focused work a quiet dialogue with the infinite, translating the silent language of the stars into human comprehension.
Prompt: A figure cloaked in shifting umbra, features perpetually obscured beneath the deep cowl of their mantle, stood motionless on a narrow, gargoyle-adorned balcony overlooking a city steeped in perpetual twilight. Its bizarre architecture, all sharp angles and impossible curves, was rendered in muted violets and deep indigos under a sky eternally caught between the memory of sunset and the promise of night. The air was unnaturally still and cool, carrying only the faintest, distant echoes from the shadowed streets far below, devoid of birdsong or the usual city clamor. Shadows in this place seemed deeper, possessed of unusual substance, clinging to corners and flowing like liquid darkness across the strange facades. One of the figure's gauntleted hands was raised, palm open, as strands of pure darkness, drawn from the surrounding gloom, coalesced above it, weaving themselves into complex, silent, geometric patterns. The woven shadow construct pulsed faintly, absorbing the already-dim ambient light and emitting a profound, palpable silence. Directly behind the shadowmancer, set into the cold, dark stone of the building, was an archway that held not a door, but a patch of utter, non-reflective blackness – a stable portal leading into realms composed purely of shadow. This vignette portrayed a master of the unseen, a weaver of secrets drawn from the dimming of the light, an entity utterly at home in the liminal spaces where reality frayed and darkness held dominion, their silent work a testament to the potent, often overlooked magic residing in the heart of shadow itself.
Prompt: A lithe Faun, sunlight dappling his moss-green tunic and curling around small, polished horns, knelt beside a crumbling stone basin in the heart of sun-drenched ruins overgrown with vines. Weathered statues lay half-buried under blankets of ivy, and wildflowers pushed defiantly through cracks in the ancient flagstones where lizards skittered away from his presence. The air buzzed softly with the drone of unseen insects and smelled richly of damp earth, blooming jasmine, and sun-warmed stone. Butterflies with iridescent wings flitted between shafts of golden light that penetrated the collapsed sections of the roof far above. His nimble fingers carefully crushed glowing, azure petals into the basin's clear water, which swirled with captured sunlight and emitted faint wisps of fragrant, shimmering vapour. A small, intricately carved wooden flute lay beside his furred knee on the mossy stones, momentarily forgotten as he concentrated entirely on the delicate, alchemical concoction. Nearby, concealed behind a curtain of thick, hanging vines and the gnarled roots of an ancient fig tree, was a low, arched doorway leading into the cool, hidden undercroft of the ruins, redolent with the scent of mushrooms and deep earth. This scene depicted a guardian of the green, blending ancient rituals with the vibrant life force reclaiming the stones, a tender of forgotten places where nature's gentle magic still thrived, his presence a quiet testament to the enduring power of the wild weaving itself back into the remnants of the past.
Prompt: A lone mage, shrouded in shadows, stood upon the crumbling battlement of a forgotten tower, gazing up at a swirling maelstrom of arcane energy that stained the night sky purple. The air hummed palpably with unbound magic and carried the scent of ozone and ancient stone. Starlight, briefly shining through the rent clouds, cast a cool, silver gleam upon the mage's deep blue robe, its hem embroidered with intricate constellations. In her outstretched hand floated a crystal orb, shot through with luminous cracks, reflecting the ominous light of the celestial phenomenon and crackling softly. Behind her, sheltered by the weathered walls, lay the dark, yawning entrance to the tower's interior, guarded by two stone gargoyles whose eyes pulsed with a faint, ruby-red light. This scene embodied the essence of a guardian on the brink of the unknown, a warden of forgotten knowledge, ready to confront the chaotic power above her, her mastery of the arcane arts a fragile bulwark against the looming rift in the fabric of reality.
Prompt: A lone, weathered druid stood atop a windswept cliff, gazing out at a vast, rolling ocean churned emerald by a brewing storm. The air crackled with the tang of salt and the approaching tempest. Sunlight, momentarily breaking through the dark clouds, cast a fleeting golden glow upon the druid's worn leather armor adorned with intricate leaf patterns. In their hand, a gnarled staff, carved from an ancient oak, pulsed faintly with a verdant light, echoing the power of the coming storm. Behind them, nestled amongst the roots of a colossal, wind-twisted tree, lay the entrance to a hidden grove, its entrance marked by a ring of towering mushrooms that glowed with an otherworldly blue light. This scene captured the essence of a guardian at the precipice of a battle, a protector of nature about to face the fury of the sea, their connection to the wild a beacon of hope against the encroaching storm.
Prompt: In a sun-dappled glade, where ancient oaks whispered secrets to the wind, a creature of ethereal beauty emerged. Its form was that of a deer, yet its eyes held the wisdom of centuries. Antlers, adorned with shimmering crystals, branched like moonlight through mist. With a graceful leap, it transformed, its legs elongating into a phantom-like form. In an instant, it soared through the canopy, a specter of moonlight against the emerald green. Below, the forest floor pulsed with life, a symphony of creatures basking in the ethereal glow of their protector.
Prompt: In a sun-dappled glade, where ancient oaks whispered secrets to the wind, a creature of ethereal beauty emerged. Its form was that of a deer, yet its eyes held the wisdom of centuries. Antlers, adorned with shimmering crystals, branched like moonlight through mist. With a graceful leap, it transformed, its legs elongating into a phantom-like form. In an instant, it soared through the canopy, a specter of moonlight against the emerald green. Below, the forest floor pulsed with life, a symphony of creatures basking in the ethereal glow of their protector.
Prompt: In a sun-dappled glade, where ancient oaks whispered secrets to the wind, a creature of ethereal beauty emerged. Its form was that of a deer, yet its eyes held the wisdom of centuries. Antlers, adorned with shimmering crystals, branched like moonlight through mist. With a graceful leap, it transformed, its legs elongating into a phantom-like form. In an instant, it soared through the canopy, a specter of moonlight against the emerald green. Below, the forest floor pulsed with life, a symphony of creatures basking in the ethereal glow of their protector.
Prompt: A howling wind scoured the desolate plains of the Northfar. Cracked earth stretched as far as the eye could see, dotted only with the bleached bones of long-dead giants. In the distance, the jagged teeth of the Greyfang Mountains clawed at the blood-red sky, their peaks capped with swirling snow. A lone raven circled overhead, its harsh caw the only sound besides the relentless wind. Here, amidst the bleakness, stood the crumbling ruins of a forgotten fortress, its broken towers casting long, skeletal shadows across the wasteland.
Prompt: A colossal thunderbird with feathers of shimmering gold and electric blue soars through a tempestuous sky. Its wingspan stretches wider than the tallest trees, and bolts of lightning arc between its wingtips. The eagle's eyes glow with the intensity of the sun, scanning the landscape below. It flies above a vast, primordial forest where ancient trees reach impossibly high, their canopies brushing the storm clouds. Rivers of liquid starlight weave through the woods, their banks lined with crystals that hum with magical energy. In a clearing, a circle of druids raises their arms in reverence to the thunderbird, their robes billowing in the wind stirred by its passing. The air crackles with raw power as the majestic bird dives towards an obsidian mountain in the distance, where a portal to the realm of storms swirls ominously.
Prompt: A howling wind scoured the desolate plains of the Northfar. Cracked earth stretched as far as the eye could see, dotted only with the bleached bones of long-dead giants. In the distance, the jagged teeth of the Greyfang Mountains clawed at the blood-red sky, their peaks capped with swirling snow. A lone black dragon circled overhead, its harsh caw the only sound besides the relentless wind. Here, amidst the bleakness, stood the crumbling ruins of a forgotten fortress, its broken towers casting long, skeletal shadows across the wasteland.
Prompt: A howling wind scoured the desolate plains of the Northfar. Cracked earth stretched as far as the eye could see, dotted only with the bleached bones of long-dead giants. In the distance, the jagged teeth of the Greyfang Mountains clawed at the blood-red sky, their peaks capped with swirling snow. A lone black dragon circled overhead, its harsh caw the only sound besides the relentless wind. Here, amidst the bleakness, stood the crumbling ruins of a forgotten fortress, its broken towers casting long, skeletal shadows across the wasteland.
Prompt: Atop a towering mountain peak, nestled amidst a dense, primeval forest, an ancient, wise dragon with vibrant green and black scales rests majestically. Its two powerful wings, folded gracefully against its massive body, cast long shadows across the verdant landscape below. The dragon's eyes, filled with ancient wisdom, gaze down upon a magnificent, medieval castle nestled in the valley below, its stone walls and towers seeming diminutive against the dragon's imposing form. The scene is bathed in soft, ethereal light, filtering through the dense canopy of the forest, casting long, dramatic shadows that accentuate the dragon's powerful form and the grandeur of its surroundings. The image conveys a sense of awe and wonder, hinting at the dragon's immense power and the enduring magic of the natural world.
Prompt: A howling wind scoured the desolate plains of the Northfar. Cracked earth stretched as far as the eye could see, dotted only with the bleached bones of long-dead giants. In the distance, the jagged teeth of the Greyfang Mountains clawed at the blood-red sky, their peaks capped with swirling snow. A lone raven circled overhead, its harsh caw the only sound besides the relentless wind. Here, amidst the bleakness, stood the crumbling ruins of a forgotten fortress, its broken towers casting long, skeletal shadows across the wasteland.
Prompt: A howling wind scoured the desolate plains of the Northfar. Cracked earth stretched as far as the eye could see, dotted only with the bleached bones of long-dead giants. In the distance, the jagged teeth of the Greyfang Mountains clawed at the blood-red sky, their peaks capped with swirling snow. A lone raven circled overhead, its harsh caw the only sound besides the relentless wind. Here, amidst the bleakness, stood the crumbling ruins of a forgotten fortress, its broken towers casting long, skeletal shadows across the wasteland.
Prompt: Perched among the jagged peaks of the Stoneclaw Mountains stands Mistpeak Castle, its weathered granite towers piercing the morning mist like ancient sentinels. This is the domain of Karsendal, the mighty grey dragon whose scales match the very stone of the fortress he protects. When he stretches his two massive wings, their membranes translucent against the sunlight, his true enormity is revealed—easily dwarfing the castle's central keep. The surrounding mountains form a natural barrier of snow-capped peaks, hiding treacherous ravines and secret passes that make this dragon's sanctuary nearly impenetrable to all but the most determined travelers.
Prompt: In the heart of a primordial forest, a colossal world-tree pierces the clouds, its branches spanning the horizon. Wrapped around its trunk is an ancient earth dragon, its bark-like scales seamlessly blending with the tree's texture. The dragon's eyes, like pools of amber sap, watch as a phoenix of pure sunlight dances through the canopy, leaving trails of golden leaves in its wake. Smaller dragons nest among the branches, their elements reflecting the diversity of the forest - some breathe mist, others spark with bio-luminescence. The phoenix's light filters through the leaves, creating a dappled, enchanted glow throughout the woodland. Magical creatures scurry along the dragon's mossy back, while others take flight alongside the radiant phoenix. The union of the grounding dragon and the ethereal phoenix infuses the entire forest with a palpable, thrumming energy of life and renewal.
Prompt: A hulking, moss-covered fortress loomed atop a craggy peak, its battlements adorned not with banners but with whirring cogs and telescoping cannons. Steam billowed from smokestacks grafted onto ancient watchtowers, their plumes mingling with the swirling morning mist. Below, a winding path, paved with cobblestones and reinforced steel tracks, snaked down the mountainside. A colossal steam-powered cart, resembling a fire-breathing iron serpent, chugged its way up, laden with barrels of unknown cargo and a contingent of dwarven warriors in riveted armor, their axes gleaming in the rising sun. In the distance, a plume of smoke rose from a hidden valley, hinting at a bustling dwarven city powered by ingenuity and fueled by the very mountain itself. This scene painted a picture of a bygone era reborn – a rugged, classic fantasy world reforged with the iron fist of steampunk innovation.
Prompt: A celestial dragon coiled around a miniature planet, floating in the heart of a nebula. The dragon's body is translucent and starry, as if cut from the fabric of space itself. Its eyes are swirling galaxies, and its breath creates trails of stardust. The small planet it protects is lush and green, with tiny continents and oceans visible. Surrounding them, the nebula is a breathtaking tapestry of cosmic colors - vibrant pinks, purples, and blues, with streaks of golden starlight. Comets and asteroids drift by in lazy orbits. In the distance, other celestial dragons can be glimpsed, each guarding their own worlds amidst the cosmic expanse.
Prompt: Atop a towering mountain peak, nestled amidst a dense, primeval forest, an ancient, wise dragon with vibrant green and black scales rests majestically. Its two powerful wings, folded gracefully against its massive body, cast long shadows across the verdant landscape below. The dragon's eyes, filled with ancient wisdom, gaze down upon a magnificent, medieval castle nestled in the valley below, its stone walls and towers seeming diminutive against the dragon's imposing form. The scene is bathed in soft, ethereal light, filtering through the dense canopy of the forest, casting long, dramatic shadows that accentuate the dragon's powerful form and the grandeur of its surroundings. The image conveys a sense of awe and wonder, hinting at the dragon's immense power and the enduring magic of the natural world.
Prompt: As the sun rises over the horizon, a solitary samurai engages in a fierce battle with a colossal Asian dragon on the battlefield. In the distance, an ancient castle perches atop a towering mountain, bearing witness to the epic confrontation between the two mythical creatures. The clash of swords and the deafening roar of the dragon reverberate through the air, as the samurai valiantly fights to defend his honor and protect his people from the fearsome beast.
Prompt: In the bustling metropolis of Eldoria, amidst towering spires and bustling markets, a young thief named Elara honed her skills. With nimble fingers and a heart of shadow, she navigated the city's underbelly, her reputation as elusive as the wind. Tonight, a daring heist awaited – a legendary artifact hidden within the impenetrable fortress of Lord Draven. Disguised as a wealthy merchant's daughter, Elara infiltrated the fortress, her heart pounding with anticipation. With each step, the air grew heavy with the scent of danger, but Elara's resolve remained unshaken. As she neared the artifact's chamber, the thrill of the hunt coursed through her veins, fueling her determination to claim the prize.
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Prompt: A lone, weathered druid stood atop a windswept cliff, gazing out at a vast, rolling ocean churned emerald by a brewing storm. The air crackled with the tang of salt and the approaching tempest. Sunlight, momentarily breaking through the dark clouds, cast a fleeting golden glow upon the druid's worn leather armor adorned with intricate leaf patterns. In their hand, a gnarled staff, carved from an ancient oak, pulsed faintly with a verdant light, echoing the power of the coming storm. Behind them, nestled amongst the roots of a colossal, wind-twisted tree, lay the entrance to a hidden grove, its entrance marked by a ring of towering mushrooms that glowed with an otherworldly blue light. This scene captured the essence of a guardian at the precipice of a battle, a protector of nature about to face the fury of the sea, their connection to the wild a beacon of hope against the encroaching storm.
Prompt: High upon a colossal, petrified waterfall, frozen in time by an ancient spell, a lone figure in white robes stood poised. Moonlight, refracted through the cascading ice, cast an ethereal luminescence on their flowing garments and weathered face. Below them, the land stretched out like a tapestry woven from silver moonlight and inky shadows. A forgotten city, its spires and towers encased in glittering ice, lay dormant beneath the frozen waterfall. Their hands, outstretched towards the moon, pulsed with a faint inner light, channeling an ancient magic that held the waterfall at bay. This scene captured the essence of a vigilant guardian, forever tethered to their duty. The frozen waterfall, a testament to their power, served as a barrier against an unknown threat, their sacrifice a lone beacon of hope in a world shrouded in icy silence.
Prompt: The warrior's crimson hair danced like living flames in the hot wind as she faced the colossal dragon before her. Smoke swirled around them both, turning the ancient ruins into a ghostly battlefield where broken columns cast long shadows through the haze. The beast's obsidian scales gleamed with an otherworldly luster, its golden eyes fixed upon her with ancient intelligence as sulfurous breath escaped its massive jaws. With a sword in each hand – her clan's enchanted blade in her right and a dragon-slaying weapon in her left – she stood unwavering, her scaled armor catching what little light filtered through the smoke. Despite the dragon's overwhelming size and power, a fierce smile played across her lips as she readied herself for the clash that would become legend.
Prompt: A fierce female elven warrior with striking war scars and hair as red as flames valiantly battles a formidable purple-black dragon. Her determined spirit and unwavering courage are evident in every move she makes as she fights to defend her people and protect her land. The clash of steel against scales and the roar of the dragon's breath fill the air as this epic battle unfolds.
Prompt: A lone, weather-beaten ranger emerged from the tangled embrace of an ancient forest. Sunlight, filtered through a canopy of towering oaks and gnarled pines, dappled the moss-covered forest floor in a mosaic of light and shadow. The air hummed with the chirping of unseen birds and the rustle of unseen creatures. His worn cloak, the color of faded leaves, blended seamlessly with the surrounding foliage. In his hand, a weathered map, its edges frayed and corners dog-eared, held the promise of a forgotten path leading to a hidden valley rumored to be the last bastion of dwarves, a realm untouched by the encroaching darkness that threatened the land. A sense of urgency shadowed his eyes, a deep-seated fear gnawing at his heart. Yet, his weathered face, etched with the lines of countless adventures, held a resolute determination. He was a lone beacon of hope, a ranger carrying the weight of a world on his shoulders, venturing into the heart of the unknown to seek the aid of a dwindling race. This scene captured the essence of a world on the precipice of change, where a lone hero stepped into the twilight, ready to face the challenges ahead in a desperate bid to preserve the last embers of light.
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.
