Prompt: The Alchemist's Workshop: Tucked away in a hidden alley behind a bustling tavern lies a ramshackle alchemist's workshop. The air hums with the low hiss of bubbling potions and the rhythmic clinking of glassware. Strange, otherworldly plants line the shelves, their glowing leaves casting an eerie light on the cluttered workbench. A hunched figure, draped in a stained apron and goggles perched on their forehead, meticulously tends to a crackling retort. Their brow furrows in concentration as they add a shimmering crystal dust to the bubbling concoction, a wisp of emerald smoke curling upwards. This scene captures the essence of a solitary scholar, forever pushing the boundaries of knowledge with a blend of science and magic, their dedication fueled by a relentless pursuit of the unknown.
Prompt: Beneath a blood-red double sun, a colossal sandstone skull, etched with forgotten symbols, leered at the unforgiving desert. Wind, howling like a banshee, scoured the bleached bones, whistling a mournful tune through the empty eye sockets. Inside the skull, a network of rickety wooden walkways, cobbled together with scrap metal, snaked through the cavernous space. Glowing orbs, powered by captured lightning harnessed from rare desert storms, pulsed softly, revealing murals depicting scenes of a lost civilization that tamed the harsh environment. In the distance, a lone, skeletal windmill, its blades long still, cast a jagged shadow against the crimson sky. This scene offered a haunting beauty, a stark contrast between the harshness of the desert and the ingenuity of a long-lost people, forever etched in the bleached bones of a forgotten giant.
Prompt: High above the swirling clouds, a colossal, ancient library carved from a single, petrified cloud giant slumbered. Its swirling mist tendrils mimicked the flowing beard of the slumbering giant, while its craggy stone fists clutched at the fading sunlight. Jagged obsidian bridges, remnants of shattered ribs, connected the floating library's platforms, each crammed with towering bookcases overflowing with leather-bound tomes etched in forgotten languages. Strange, winged creatures resembling oversized butterflies flitted amongst the shelves, their luminescent scales casting an ethereal glow on the ancient texts. At the very top, amidst the highest peak, stood a lone scholar - their silver hair and beard cascading like a waterfall. They traced constellations with a glowing fingertip on a star chart, its parchment as worn as time itself. Their gaze, filled with an insatiable curiosity, scanned the endless expanse of swirling clouds, yearning to unlock the secrets held within the celestial library, a testament to the relentless pursuit of knowledge that transcended even the boundaries of reality.
Prompt: In the heart of a forgotten realm, where mist clung like a shroud and ancient ruins whispered secrets of a bygone era, a hidden waterfall cascaded into a crystal-clear pool. Its waters, shimmering with an ethereal glow, were said to possess a mystical power, capable of healing the wounded and restoring lost memories. Beneath the waterfall's veil of spray, a hidden grotto beckoned, its entrance shrouded in emerald ferns and delicate wildflowers. Within this sanctuary of tranquility, a lone figure stood, their silhouette etched against the cascading water. Their face, obscured by the shadows, held an air of weary determination, their eyes reflecting the depths of the pool's mystical glow. As the water's gentle murmur filled the air, the figure stepped into the grotto, seeking solace and renewal in the embrace of the hidden waterfall's magic.
Prompt: A colossal, petrified hand, its weathered fingers reaching towards a sky ablaze with a million stars, formed a natural amphitheater. Within its palm, nestled amongst bioluminescent lichen, a traveling troupe of bards performed. Their makeshift stage, a platform of polished obsidian, vibrated with the rhythmic twang of lutes and the haunting drone of didgeridoos carved from petrified bone. Glowing moths, attracted by the music, danced in mesmerizing patterns, creating a mesmerizing spectacle of light and sound. Around the amphitheater, nestled in tents woven from spider silk and adorned with swirling constellations, sat a diverse audience - dwarves with jeweled beards tapping their feet, wizened elves with glowing eyes swaying to the melody, and even a lone griffin perched on a rocky outcrop, its head bobbing in time with the music. This scene captured the essence of a traveling performance, where music and storytelling transcended language, bringing together a disparate audience under the vast night sky, united by the universal language of art and wonder.
Prompt: A colossal dragon skull, bleached white by the relentless desert sun, served as the unlikely gateway to a forgotten city. Its gaping maw framed the entrance, teeth resembling jagged stalagmites. Within, a network of rickety wooden walkways, held aloft by scaffolding cobbled together from scrap metal, snaked through the cavernous skull. Glowing orbs, powered by an unknown energy source, pulsed softly, casting an eerie luminescence on the weathered murals that adorned the inner walls, depicting scenes of a once-proud civilization. In the distance, a colossal clock tower, its hands frozen in time, pierced the blood-red sky. This scene presented a chilling beauty, nature's harshness contrasting the ingenuity of a long-lost society, all hinting at a forgotten power that once pulsed through these desolate bones.
Prompt: A gnarled, skeletal forest stretched beneath a bruised purple sky. The once-proud trees, twisted into nightmarish shapes by an unknown blight, stood like petrified screams against the desolate landscape. The ground crunched beneath every step, choked with a carpet of brittle black leaves that whispered secrets in the wind. In the distance, a colossal obsidian fortress loomed, its towers adorned with skeletal trophies - the bleached remains of unfortunate explorers. An unnatural mist clung to the fortress walls, swirling and pulsating with an eerie inner light. From within, a guttural roar echoed, a sound that sent shivers down the spine and spoke of a monstrous power that dwelled in this forsaken place. Here, beauty had been corrupted, twisted into a macabre reflection of its former glory, a chilling reminder of the price of unchecked darkness.
Prompt: Beneath a double sun, their harsh light baking the cracked earth, a lone canyon sprawled endlessly. Jagged, crimson rock formations, sculpted by millennia of wind and sand, clawed at the sky like petrified claws. The air hung thick with the scent of sun-baked stone and the distant rumble of sandworms, unseen leviathans that burrowed beneath the surface. In the distance, a weathered fortress of weathered sandstone clung precariously to a cliff face, its battlements crenellated against the relentless desert winds. A lone vulture circled overhead, its silhouette a stark contrast against the blood-red sky. This was a landscape of unforgiving beauty, where survival hung in the balance and every shadow held the promise of danger.
Prompt: The Whispering Catacombs: Deep beneath a ruined city, a labyrinthine network of catacombs winds its way through the earth. The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and decay, and an oppressive silence hangs heavy in the air. Torches flicker, casting grotesque shadows that dance on the weathered walls adorned with faded murals depicting a forgotten civilization. A lone figure, their face obscured by a hooded cloak, navigates the treacherous passage, their footsteps echoing off the ancient stone. In the distance, a faint, rhythmic sound can be heard - the sound of dripping water, hinting at a hidden chamber and the secrets it may hold. This scene captures the essence of a perilous delve into the forgotten past, where every step could lead to a horrifying discovery or a treasure beyond imagination.
Prompt: Atop a wind-battered mesa, bathed in the golden light of dawn, stood a lone knight in shining armor. Below them, a vast valley unfolded, a tapestry of emerald meadows and sapphire rivers. Snow-capped mountains, their peaks scraping the azure sky, formed a majestic backdrop. A bustling human city nestled at the valley's heart, its white walls reflecting the rising sun. From its spires, banners fluttered proudly, their crimson emblazoned with a golden dragon - a symbol of hope and resilience. In the distance, a herd of unicorns grazed peacefully on a field of wildflowers, their coats shimmering with an otherworldly light. The air vibrated with a quiet heroism, a promise of adventure and the unwavering spirit of those who dared to protect this breathtaking realm.
Prompt: Carved into the side of a colossal, dormant volcano, a dwarven city glowed with an inner fire. Molten gold, channeled from the volcano's heart, streamed down intricately carved channels, illuminating soaring obsidian towers and bustling marketplaces. Steam vents wreathed the city in a perpetual twilight, tinged crimson by the embers at the volcano's peak. Above, on a platform carved from obsidian, a lone dwarven king surveyed his domain. His beard, the color of spun gold, flowed down his chest like a river of molten metal. Below, dwarven warriors practiced in the courtyards, their axes flashing in the golden light. The rhythmic clanging of hammers echoed from forges deep within the mountain, a constant hum that spoke of industry and resilience. This was a kingdom built on fire and forged in the heart of a mountain, a testament to the dwarven spirit that thrived in the face of immense heat and hardship.
Prompt: A crimson moon, fractured and bleeding light, cast an ominous glow upon the necropolis. Monoliths, carved from obsidian so black it seemed to swallow light, rose like jagged teeth from the cracked earth. An icy wind, laced with the stench of decay, whipped tattered funeral shrouds that draped the skeletal trees. Wisps of malevolent green flame danced along bone-strewn avenues, illuminating the grotesque statues of long-dead tyrants that lined the path. In the distance, a colossal mausoleum, its entrance guarded by towering statues of grinning gargoyles, pulsed with an unnatural violet light. The very air vibrated with a low, oppressive hum, a promise of untold horrors that lurked within the heart of this city of the dead.
Prompt: A gnarled yew forest, ancient and silent, choked the air with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. Sunlight, filtered through a dense canopy, dappled the moss-covered stones beneath your feet. Twisted branches interlaced overhead, forming a dark, natural cathedral. In the distance, the mournful call of a lone wolf echoed through the stillness, a haunting reminder of the untamed wilderness that stretched beyond the forest's edge. Crumbling ruins, shrouded in creeping vines, hinted at a forgotten civilization swallowed by the woods. The air hung heavy with a sense of forgotten history and lurking danger, a perfect breeding ground for adventure or peril.
Prompt: Sunlight, filtered through vibrant stained glass depicting a forgotten hero slaying a monstrous serpent, streamed onto a weathered map spread on a dusty table. Gnarled fingers, adorned with a silver ring etched with a roaring lion, traced the faded lines of the map. Around the table, cloaked figures huddled, their faces obscured by shadow, murmuring in hushed tones. A tense silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the rhythmic dripping of water from a hidden leak somewhere above. This scene captured the essence of a clandestine meeting, a group of rebels plotting against a tyrannical regime in a secret haven hidden within a forgotten cathedral, their determination to overthrow oppression burning brightly in the dim 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.