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 a crystalline cavern deep beneath the earth, a magnificent basilisk coils around a throne of glittering geodes. Its serpentine body, covered in iridescent scales that shift between emerald, sapphire, and amethyst hues, reflects the light from bioluminescent crystals scattered throughout the cave. The basilisk's eyes glow with an intense, golden light that seems to hold the power to petrify. A crown of quartz spikes adorns its head, pulsing with an inner energy that spreads in waves down its body. Surrounding the creature, a garden of crystal flowers grows, their faceted petals chiming softly with each movement of the basilisk. Tiny, gem-like creatures scurry among the crystal formations, their bodies refracting light in dazzling patterns. In the background, waterfalls of liquid mercury cascade down the cavern walls, creating an ever-shifting, mirror-like backdrop to this subterranean realm.
Prompt: A spectral dragon emerging from the boundary between the world of the living and the dead. Half of its body is corporeal, with iridescent scales and solid form, while the other half fades into a ghostly, translucent mist. The dragon's eyes glow with an otherworldly light, one a vibrant emerald, the other a misty white. It hovers over a landscape split down the middle - on one side, a lush, vibrant forest teeming with life; on the other, a haunting, ethereal realm of twisted trees and floating wisps. Where the two worlds meet, reality shimmer and warps. Spirits and nature elementals dance around the dragon, drawn to its power over both realms. The sky above is a swirling mix of day and night, with a golden sun and silver moon visible simultaneously.
Prompt: A colossal, hollowed-out redwood stood sentinel over a moonlit valley. Sunlight, long gone, gave way to the ethereal glow of bioluminescent flowers that carpeted the forest floor like a starry expanse. Within the redwood's cavernous interior, a dwarven city bustled with activity. Forges, fueled by internal vents channeling the earth's heat, roared with flames. Gears and bellows, powered by harnessed geothermal energy, whirred rhythmically. Dwarven figures, their beards sparkling with flecks of moonlight filtering through the redwood's hollowed top, hammered away at glowing metal, crafting magnificent weapons and armor. The air hung heavy with the mingled scent of soot, sweat, and the faint sweetness of bioluminescent blooms – a symphony of industry and nature in perfect harmony. This scene captured the essence of a thriving dwarven society, where ingenuity and respect for nature coalesced within the heart of a colossal, living monument.
Prompt: Picture a majestic ice fantasy castle perched atop a snow-capped mountaintop, overlooking a breathtaking landscape of dense forests and rolling hills. As you gaze down from the castle's balcony, you can see a beautiful river snaking through the woods, glistening in the sunlight. The lush greenery of the forest extends as far as the eye can see, with tall trees reaching up towards the sky and a myriad of wildlife scurrying about on the forest floor. The sound of the river flowing gently in the background creates a sense of serenity and peacefulness, making it the perfect spot for a tranquil escape.
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: A crystalline phoenix perches atop an enormous clockwork mechanism floating in a void of swirling time streams. Its body is composed of translucent, faceted gems that refract rainbow light, while its wings are an intricate lattice of golden gears and shimmering energy. The clockwork beneath the phoenix is a complex array of spinning cogs, ticking pendulums, and whirling astrolabes, all hovering in space. Surrounding the scene are ribbons of temporal energy, showing glimpses of past and future events. Miniature galaxies and star systems orbit the clockwork structure like cosmic fireflies. The phoenix's eyes glow with an inner light that seems to peer through the fabric of time itself, while its tail feathers trail off into streams of glittering stardust and fractured time shards.
Prompt: Beneath a fractured sky, where two moons bled crimson light, a colossal stone hand, weathered and cracked, reached from the earth. Its fingers, each adorned with a petrified wyvern skull, grasped at the heavens in defiance. Upon its palm, nestled amidst a forest of petrified cacti, stood a lone, weathered tavern. Its sign, a swaying wyvern tail crafted from bleached bone, creaked in the desert wind. Inside, a motley crew of adventurers huddled around a flickering fire. A cloaked figure, their face obscured by shadow, nursed a tankard of steaming liquid. A weathered warrior, their armor etched with forgotten symbols, sharpened a gleaming axe. A young mage, their eyes glowing faintly with arcane energy, studied a tattered scroll. Each bore the scars of countless journeys, their faces etched with the tales of a hundred battles. This ramshackle tavern, a beacon nestled in the hand of a forgotten giant, served as a temporary haven for those brave enough to traverse the unforgiving desert, a microcosm of courage and desperation in a world teetering on the edge of chaos.
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 weathered stone bridge, its arches adorned with moss and chipped statues of forgotten heroes, spanned a raging river. Sunlight, splintered by churning whitewater, cast dappled shadows on the worn cobblestones. Half-hidden in the mist rising from the rapids, a colossal, moss-covered dragon skeleton lay half-submerged, its massive claws gripping at the riverbank like petrified fingers. On the bridge itself, a cloaked figure stood gazing out at the churning water. A worn leather satchel rested at their feet, and the hilt of a sword, its pommel carved with a snarling wolf, peeked out from beneath their cloak. The air buzzed with the distant call of ravens and the low rumble of thunder rolling in from the mountains. This scene offered a glimpse of a perilous journey, a lone traveler facing the remnants of a forgotten battle and the promise of a new adventure yet to unfold.
Prompt: A crumbling watchtower, its battlements adorned with weather-beaten banners depicting a forgotten griffin, stood sentinel over a mist-shrouded valley. Below, a winding river, its surface reflecting the first slivers of dawn, snaked through emerald meadows dotted with wildflowers. In the distance, a colossal stone bridge, its arches etched with scenes of past victories, spanned a chasm choked with swirling mist. Upon the bridge, a lone knight, their polished armor gleaming like a silver teardrop, stood guard. Their hand rested on the hilt of a longsword, its inscription glowing faintly with an inner light, a whispered promise of ancient magic imbued within the blade. The air hummed with the anticipation of a new day, a promise of adventure and the lingering mystery of what secrets the swirling mist below might hold.
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 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: Moonlight, fractured by obsidian spires, spilled onto a frozen lake. Its surface, a mirror of shattered glass, reflected skeletal branches clawing at the crimson sky. A lone, skeletal figure, wreathed in mist, stood on the ice, its purpose shrouded in a chilling mystery.
Prompt: A steam-powered windmill, its blades chuffing rhythmically, overlooked a rolling emerald valley. Gears and pipes snaked through the ancient oak it called home, sunlight glinting off brass. Below, a hobbit village bustled with steam-powered inventions, smoke curling from fantastical chimneys as a rhythmic clang met a hiss, a unique blend of old and new.
Prompt: High atop a colossal, petrified tree, its branches reaching like gnarled fingers towards a blood-red double sun, a lone figure knelt. Clothed in shimmering leather armor etched with swirling constellations, they traced a symbol on a weathered scroll with a fingertip aglow with an inner light. The air vibrated with a low hum, charged with arcane energy. Below, the vast desert landscape stretched out, a tapestry of crimson sand dunes and shattered rock formations. Scattered across the landscape, the bleached white bones of colossal sandworms lay like fallen giants, a testament to the harshness of the environment. In the distance, a shimmering oasis shimmered like a mirage, a beacon of hope in this unforgiving world. This scene captured the essence of a determined scholar, deciphering ancient secrets in the shadow of a petrified giant, their pursuit of knowledge fueled by the promise of life amidst the desolation.
Prompt: High atop a colossal, petrified mushroom the size of a city, a lone wind chime crafted from shimmering dragon scales swayed in the gentle breeze. Sunlight, dappled by the bioluminescent ferns clinging to the mushroom's underside, cast a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow on the tranquil scene below. Nestled amongst the mushroom's gills, shimmering like iridescent jewels, were miniature houses built from seashells and coral. Tiny figures, no bigger than a man's thumb, with iridescent wings like dragonflies, flitted between the houses, carrying baskets overflowing with luminous berries. This scene captured the essence of a fantastical microcosm, where a community of winged humanoids thrived in a miniature utopia, their ingenuity and harmony a testament to the beauty found in unexpected places.
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.
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