Prompt: Upon a windswept bluff overlooking a churning sea of obsidian glass, a lone dwarven outpost clung defiantly. Carved from obsidian itself, the fortress shimmered with an otherworldly sheen, its black walls etched with runes that pulsed with a faint inner light. Beneath the fortress, a glacier snaked down the mountainside, its surface a dazzling expanse of sapphire and emerald ice. In the distance, colossal volcanoes, their peaks wreathed in perpetual flame, stained the crimson heavens with plumes of obsidian smoke. Yet, amidst this harsh beauty, a single, defiant oak tree stood rooted at the bluff's edge. Its branches, gnarled and wind-sculpted, were heavy with golden acorns that seemed to radiate an inner warmth, a testament to the enduring spirit that thrived even in the face of such desolation.
Prompt: A hidden waterfall plunged into a turquoise lagoon, its roar muffled by the thick canopy of a primordial swamp. Vines, as thick as a man's arm, hung heavy with moisture, their emerald leaves filtering the sunlight into emerald shards. Strange, bulbous flowers bloomed on the water's edge, each petal a vibrant shade of purple or crimson, pulsing with an inner bioluminescence. In the distance, the gnarled roots of a colossal ancient tree, rumored to be older than time itself, pierced the stagnant water, its branches reaching out like skeletal fingers towards the hazy sky. The air thrummed with the buzzing of unseen insects and the occasional guttural croak of an unseen swamp dweller. This hidden oasis, both beautiful and perilous, held the secrets of a forgotten age.
Prompt: Carved from a colossal amethyst crystal, a majestic palace shimmered with an otherworldly glow. Sunlight, refracted through the gem's facets, painted the surrounding landscape in a kaleidoscope of colors. Steam, billowing from ornately carved chimneys resembling dragon heads, danced in the cool mountain air. Cogs and gears, crafted from polished obsidian, whirred rhythmically within the palace walls, powering intricate clockwork contraptions that tended to the royal gardens overflowing with bioluminescent flora. Across a crystal bridge, a city bustled with activity. Dwarven craftspeople, adorned in goggles and wielding steam-powered tools, toiled alongside winged sylphs who navigated the skies in elegant airships powered by captured moonlight. This scene captured the essence of a fantastical utopia, where the raw beauty of nature, the ingenuity of steampunk, and the magic of mythical creatures intertwined to create a breathtaking display of harmony and progress.
Prompt: High atop a colossal sandstone mesa, weathered by millennia of wind and sun, a network of colossal gears whirred and groaned. Sunlight glinted off their rusted surfaces, casting a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow on the arid landscape below. These weren't the gears of a forgotten factory, but the fossilized remains of a gargantuan sandworm, its colossal form permanently etched into the mesa. Within its skeletal frame, a city thrived. Houses carved from petrified sand and powered by steam vents from the worm's internal heat sources lined the inner walls. Steampunk contraptions, cobbled together from the worm's bones, clattered and hissed, powering everything from water pumps to rudimentary flying machines buzzing between the worm's ribs. In the distance, the bleached white bones of a sandworm graveyard stretched towards the horizon, a stark reminder of the harsh desert and the ingenuity of those who dared to call it home. This scene offered a glimpse into a society that thrived in the harshest of environments, repurposing the remnants of a colossal creature into a testament to their unwavering spirit and fantastical innovation.
Prompt: High atop a crumbling castle spire, its jagged battlements clawing at a bruised, twilight sky, a lone figure stood guard. Rain, relentless and icy, lashed at their weathered face and soaked their worn, crimson cloak. Below, a sprawling city choked in a thick, magical fog. Colossal, skeletal gargoyles, animated by an unseen magic, leered down from rooftops, their eyes glowing with an eerie blue light. From somewhere within the fog, the mournful wail of a banshee echoed through the ravaged streets, a chilling reminder of the city's tragic fate. In their hand, the lone figure clutched a glowing orb, its surface etched with arcane symbols, its faint light the only defiance against the encroaching darkness. This scene captured the essence of a desperate vigil, a lone sentinel clinging to a fading hope amidst a city consumed by a chilling magic, their unwavering spirit a beacon against the encroaching despair.
Prompt: In the bustling marketplace of a desert city, a young sand mage named Zaria weaved her magic with practiced ease. Surrounded by towering sandstone buildings and vibrant stalls overflowing with exotic wares, Zaria sculpted intricate patterns in the blowing sand, conjuring shimmering illusions that captivated the crowd. Tourists marveled at floating caravans and holographic dancers, their coins clinking into Zaria's pouch as she entertained them. But Zaria yearned for more. As the desert sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the marketplace, she gazed towards the endless dunes, their secrets whispering in the wind. Tonight, with the last coin from her day's earnings tucked in her pocket, Zaria wouldn't be weaving illusions for tourists. Tonight, she would venture out into the desert, ready to unlock the true potential of her sand magic. #fantasy #desert #mage #sand #marketplace #illusion #adventure #travel #dunes #secrets #dreams #potential
Prompt: Stone castle built into the side of a mountain. At the foot of the mountain a dense forest with a river flowing through it. Imaginative dwarf castle. Banner. Fireplaces. Lava running out of the castle in built stone constructions.
Prompt: The Watchtower's Vigil: A lone knight, their weathered face etched with the lines of countless battles, stands atop a crumbling watchtower. The wind whips at their crimson cloak, tugging at the tattered banner emblazoned with a forgotten sigil. Below, a vast, mist-shrouded valley stretches out like a sleeping giant. The air hangs heavy with an unsettling silence, broken only by the mournful cry of unseen birds circling the distant, skeletal remains of a long-dead dragon. The knight's hand rests on the hilt of a sword, its once-gleaming blade dulled by time but still pulsating with a faint inner light, a whisper of the magic once woven into its core. This scene captures the essence of a tireless sentinel, forever vigilant against an unknown threat, their lone vigil a beacon of hope in a realm shrouded in mist and forgotten lore.
Prompt: A colossal, obsidian dragon emerged from a tempestuous sky, its shadow casting an ominous pallor over the crimson cliffs. Its scales, as black as the void, shimmered with an otherworldly sheen, and its eyes, twin rubies of molten fury, burned with a primal rage. Below, on a precipice etched by wind and time, stood an elven warrior, a beacon of hope against the encroaching darkness. Clad in armor that shimmered like moonlight, she was a statue of defiance, her emerald eyes locked onto the monstrous foe. The air crackled with anticipation as the dragon unleashed a torrent of flame, its breath a crimson river that washed over the cliff face. Undeterred, the elven warrior raised her sword, a blade of ethereal blue, its hum a counterpoint to the dragon's roar. The stage was set for a cataclysmic clash, a battle of ancient forces that would echo through eternity.
Prompt: In a realm suspended between twilight and dawn, a titanic shadow dragon stretches across the sky, its body a canvas of deepest night speckled with twinkling stars. Weaving through its smoky coils soars a phoenix of pure aurora light, its ever-shifting colors painting the dragon's dark scales with ethereal brilliance. The shadow dragon's breath creates pockets of pure darkness, while the phoenix's trail ignites rivers of colorful light. Below, a dreamscape unfolds: floating islands of luminous crystal hover amidst waterfalls of liquid starlight. Smaller dragons of dusk and dawn frolic in the air, their bodies seamlessly transitioning between light and shadow. The phoenix's song brings forth cascades of shimmering stardust, which the shadow dragon shapes into newborn constellations with gentle sweeps of its tail. This harmonious interplay of light and dark, watched over by the majestic pair, keeps the mystical realm in perfect, breathtaking balance.
Prompt: Deep in an ancient forest where moonlight filters through crystalline leaves, stands a magnificent red deer hewn from living wood. Its body, carved from ancient heartwood, pulses with a faint emerald glow. Where antlers should be, gnarled branches reach skyward, adorned with luminescent moss and tiny glowing mushrooms. As it moves, its wooden hooves dissolve into writhing roots that drink from the earth before reforming with each step. Wisps of magical energy dance between its branch-antlers, and forest spirits, like tiny points of light, nest within its wooden form, making it a breathing bridge between the mundane and magical realms.
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.