Prompt: Upon a windswept cliff, overlooking a churning sea of churning mist, a lone lighthouse stood sentinel. Its weathered stone base, once home to generations of lighthouse keepers, had been seamlessly integrated with a network of gleaming brass pipes and riveted steel plates. A colossal clock face, operated by a complex system of gears and pistons, adorned the lighthouse's heart, its hands perpetually locked on midnight. From its peak, a powerful searchlight, fueled by a roaring furnace within, stabbed through the mist in rhythmic pulses, a guiding beacon in a world perpetually shrouded in mystery. Below, on the jagged rocks, the rusted remains of a colossal, steam-powered kraken lay half-submerged, a chilling reminder of past battles against the unknown denizens of the mists. This scene captured the essence of a classic fantasy setting, its natural beauty enhanced by the ingenuity of steampampunk technology, all while remaining shrouded in a sense of danger and intrigue.
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.
Prompt: Atop a weathered, moss-draped bridge, the weathered stone whispered tales of forgotten battles. The river below churned a milky white, its surface dotted with luminous water lilies that pulsed a soft, ethereal lavender. Mist clung to the valley floor, obscuring a network of ancient, moss-covered ruins that hinted at a civilization long lost. In the distance, a lone mountain peak, capped with a perpetually swirling storm, pierced the bruised purple sky. An air of melancholic beauty hung heavy, a reminder of past grandeur and the inevitable passage of time. It was a landscape that whispered of forgotten magic and whispered promises of adventure just beyond the clinging mist.
Prompt: Beneath a tapestry of twilight, where the last embers of sunlight bled into a velvet night, an ancient stone bridge, its arches moss-covered and adorned with crumbling statues of forgotten heroes, spanned a chasm choked with swirling mist. A lone figure, cloaked in a shimmering emerald robe like a captured fragment of twilight itself, stood gazing into the swirling abyss. Their hand rested on a hilt carved from moonlight stone, its crescent moon pommel pulsing with a faint, ethereal light. The air vibrated with a low hum, a song of unseen magic carried on the wind. From the depths of the mist, a pair of eyes, burning with an otherworldly blue light, blinked into existence, hinting at a colossal creature slumbering beneath the bridge. This scene captured the essence of a perilous encounter, a lone guardian facing an awakening ancient power, their connection to moonlight magic a fragile shield against the awakening beast in the depths.
Prompt: Beneath a sky ablaze with two moons, a colossal stone bridge, each archway carved with the visages of forgotten heroes, spanned a chasm of churning emerald mist. On either side, jagged obsidian mountains pierced the heavens, their peaks crowned with glittering glaciers that whispered secrets in the howling wind. From the depths of the mist rose an elven city, its spires crafted from a luminous white marble that pulsed with an ethereal light. Across the bridge charged a regiment of mounted elves, their silver armor gleaming in the moonlight, their banners emblazoned with a silver stag - a symbol of unwavering vigilance. The air crackled with anticipation, a melody woven from the clash of steel and the mournful shriek of monstrous birds circling high above. Here, on the precipice of breathtaking beauty and perilous danger, a battle for the fate of this awe-inspiring realm was about to unfold.
Prompt: High atop a jagged obsidian mountain, a colossal, skeletal dragon lay slain. Its bones, weathered white by centuries of wind and storm, formed a natural bridge spanning a chasm filled with swirling clouds the color of bruised grapes. Beneath this bridge of bone, a hidden city thrived. Carved from the obsidian mountain itself, its spires and towers mirrored the jagged peaks surrounding them, creating a fortress that blended seamlessly with the harsh landscape. Gargoyles, sculpted from obsidian and imbued with a faint inner light, perched on the city walls, their watchful eyes scanning the swirling mists below. A lone figure, draped in crimson robes and wielding a staff topped with a glowing amethyst, stood on the highest tower, gazing out at the churning clouds. The wind whipped at their cloak, carrying the faint scent of ozone and magic. Below them, the city hummed with activity: blacksmiths hammered away at glowing metal, winged wyverns swooped through the sky laden with cargo, and cloaked figures hurried through the obsidian streets, their faces obscured by shadow. This scene captured the essence of a city built on power and mystery, a testament to the resilience of a people who dared to carve their civilization from the very bones of a fallen dragon.
Prompt: A tempestuous sky, rent asunder by jagged lightning, was the backdrop to a cataclysmic duel. Below, upon a crimson precipice, an elven warrior, cloaked in moonlight and armed with a longsword of ethereal blue, stood defiant. Their opponent: a colossal, obsidian dragon, its leathery wings outstretched, casting a shadow as vast and menacing as the storm itself. The dragon's fiery breath, a crimson torrent, washed over the cliff face, while the elf countered with a shield of shimmering ice. The clash of ancient magic and brute force was a spectacle of both terror and beauty, a testament to the eternal struggle between light and darkness.
Prompt: A bioluminescent dragon swimming through the depths of a magical underwater realm. Its long, sinuous body glows with patterns of blue, green, and purple light, illuminating the dark waters around it. The dragon's fins are translucent and flowing, resembling delicate silk. It weaves between towering coral structures that pulse with their own inner light, creating a kaleidoscope of colors. Schools of glowing fish dart around the dragon, while jellyfish-like creatures float serenely nearby. In the distance, the silhouette of a sunken city can be seen, its spires and domes overgrown with luminous sea life. Streams of bubbles rise from the dragon's movement, catching and refracting the ambient light.
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.
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.