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 the Chronosphere Palace, where Father Time brews liquid moments in endless hourglasses, dances a transcendent phoenix born from the essence of midnight itself. Its body shimmers with temporal mercury, each feather a living constellation marking a different era, while its wings unfurl to reveal infinite doorways to celebrations across all dimensions. Wherever it soars, reality ripples like champagne waves, releasing temporal bubbles containing glimpses of future festivities, while spectral party guests from every century waltz through the air. Ancient clockwork dragons orbit its aura, their gears meshing with the cosmic timepiece that controls the universe's grand countdown, as streams of pure possibility flow from its crystal heart, transforming into confetti made from tomorrow's dreams and yesterday's fondest memories.
Prompt: From the churning abyss of a storm-wracked sky, a colossal, obsidian dragon descended, its scaled hide glinting like black ice. Below, upon a precipice kissed by crimson sunlight, stood an elven warrior, a paragon of grace and defiance. Clad in armor that shimmered like moonlight, she raised her longsword, a blade of ethereal blue, as the dragon unleashed a torrent of fiery breath. In that moment, as the world was painted in hues of crimson and silver, the stage was set for a battle that would echo through eternity.
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 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 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: 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: 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: 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 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: In a snow-dusted enchanted forest, where icicles chime like silver bells, stands a majestic deer sculpted from ancient heartwood. Its body glows with warm amber light from within, as if housing the very spirit of Yuletide. Its antlers, formed from frost-kissed branches, cradle delicate ornaments of ice and sprigs of holly. Magical snowflakes dance between the twigs, while tiny red-breasted robins nest in its illuminated crown. Where its wooden hooves touch the snow, evergreen saplings and winter roses spring forth. The air around it sparkles with golden dust, carrying the faint echoes of distant sleigh bells
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: 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: Deep within Aethel's emerald embrace, the Sylvanfolk thrived in a hidden village. Living-wood homes, woven with vibrant vines, blended seamlessly with the verdant canopy. Beneath the ancient oak, their revered oracle, the Sylvanfolk gathered. Stories flowed like the forest stream, victories were celebrated with joyous shouts, and songs mingled with the rustling leaves. Here, in this sanctuary woven into the fabric of the forest, their voices became a harmonious tapestry, a testament to their enduring connection with the magic of Aethel.
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 radiant phoenix rises from a bed of smoldering embers in a mystical, twilight glade. Its feathers blaze with vibrant hues of crimson, gold, and violet, casting an ethereal glow on the surrounding landscape. Sparks and embers swirl around the majestic bird as it spreads its wings, each feather tip trailing wisps of otherworldly fire. Beneath it, iridescent flowers bloom instantaneously, their petals unfurling in a mesmerizing dance. The sky above is a tapestry of deep purples and blues, streaked with shooting stars that seem drawn to the phoenix's brilliance. In the background, ancient trees with luminous leaves frame the scene, their branches adorned with delicate, glowing lanterns that house tiny, curious fire spirits.
Prompt: In the heart of a crystal cavern, where rainbow light dances through geodes, stands a majestic wolf carved entirely from living quartz. Its fur consists of thousands of tiny prismatic shards that shift colors with each breath. Its eyes are deep amethyst pools that hold ancient wisdom, while its claws are formed from raw diamond that leaves trails of starlight with each step. Where its crystalline form touches the ground, clusters of gem flowers bloom in its wake. The beast's howl creates harmonious chimes that echo through the cavern, awakening sleeping crystal butterflies that flutter around its ethereal form.
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 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.
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.
