Prompt: In a realm where geography folds like paper cranes drifting across molten glass, six distinct figures wander, each carrying fragments of forgotten myths sewn into their attire. The first, an angular being with hair of fractured obsidian shards, wears a cloak lined with constellations that rearrange with each breath, whispering names of vanished stars. The second, tall and elongated, has skin painted with spiraling patterns resembling maps to lands that never existed, shifting subtly as they move. The third is draped in translucent robes that refract into wavering silhouettes—sometimes two, sometimes seven—producing echoes of presence arguing softly in voices that never align. The fourth carries a mask with hollow sockets from which pale light spills, cascading like rivers into soil that is a mosaic of shifting tiles carved with indecipherable symbols. The fifth wears armor of soft clay, perpetually reshaping itself with tiny cracks and sealings, as though remembering and forgetting battles never fought. The sixth, cloaked in pale smoke flickering between human, avian, and aquatic outlines, drifts rather than walks, tethered to the faint hum of invisible machinery beneath the horizon.
The background itself defies simplicity. Above them hangs a sky neither day nor night, a patchwork quilt of hues: saffron bleeding into turquoise, violet fissures splitting gold, with colossal geometric frames—squares, spirals, lattices—rotating slowly. In the distance, mountains of crystalline bones protrude from lakes of black mercury, where half-formed reflections ripple and sometimes peel free, staggering onto the shore before collapsing into dust. Rivers of glowing sand shift like tipped hourglasses, carrying whispers of languages no tongue has spoken. Villages appear only as outlines burned into the air, inhabited by silhouettes that scatter when observed, their laughter like splintered glass. Monolithic faceless statues rise without pattern, each inscribed with glowing sigils that shift when touched.
Amid this, the six figures move without purpose yet bound by an unstated rhythm, like dancers who never learned the steps yet remain in uncanny synchrony. Each carries an object irrelevant yet significant: a broken compass spinning toward sounds instead of directions, a lantern illuminating memories, a misaligned flute producing no melody, a mirror shard reflecting places not faces, a cage imprisoning silence, and a key so heavy it bends the ground where dropped. They seek nothing, aware of no questions; their journey is arbitrary and infinite, stitched into the fabric of a place less a world and more an unfinished thought. Even the air seems porous, as if reality is thin parchment ready to tear, revealing a deeper abstraction where identity is unnecessary.
Prompt: At the edge of existence, galaxies collapse as Forgotten Gods wage endless war. The battlefield spans shattered stars and burning planets, fragments scattering like glass across void. The God of Solar Fire towers with hair of erupting flares, hammer glowing with primal heat, each strike birthing and killing suns. Across him rises the Goddess of Eternal Void, cloaked in black holes, armor forged of collapsed realities, scythe of singularity erasing matter and time. Their armies collide: angelic legions of plasma-winged seraphs, spears of comet ice, voices choirs of collapsing stars, clashing against shadow titans cloaked in storms of dark matter, hands crushing moons. Leviathans of spacetime coil through reality, jaws devouring constellations, celestial giants wield mountains like weapons. Meteors rain as arrows, nebulae ignite as firestorms, lightning of runes strikes endlessly. Planets shatter, cores spilling molten rivers into nothing. Temples of gods collapse, prayers released as thunder. Fragments of relics drift: broken crowns, torn banners glowing faintly. Each clash tears spacetime, fissures opening into mirrored realities: worlds ruled by dragons, deserts of frozen flame, mortals crowned gods, glimpsed before vanishing. The war is not for victory but remembrance, gods striking to prove existence, each blow an assertion against erasure. Forgotten gods burn the universe in proof they once were. The battlefield is chaos eternal, creation and annihilation entwined, memory fought as war across the fabric of infinity.
Prompt: Suspended in the void lies the Garden of Infinite Myths, a surreal sanctuary of stories reborn as living flora. Platforms of luminous stone float endlessly, connected by bridges woven from auroras and comet tails. Air glows with dream-fragrance, winds of starlight carrying memory. Each tree is legend embodied: the Golden Apple Tree rooted in molten sunlight, fruits glowing like suns, coiled serpents with jeweled scales guarding immortality; the Celestial Lotus Tree blooming blossoms hovering midair, glowing pearl and sapphire, singing melodies that reshape thought; the Stone-Book Tree sprouting marble tomes inscribed with runes, whispering forgotten epics in voices of gods; the Crystal Stag Tree sprouting luminous antlers, spectral deer leaping into constellations before reforming. Between trees flow rivers of liquid starlight, galaxies swimming within their currents like silver fish, banks blooming with flowers sprouting miniature planets orbiting stems before falling. The garden is alive with mythical beings: centaurs of nebula dust galloping trails of stars, phoenixes exploding into supernova flames, reborn endlessly, minotaurs of crystal and iron, eyes of black holes, sirens translucent, voices bending spacetime into spirals of sound. At the center towers the World Tree of Eternity, trunk of diamond fused with pulsars, roots anchored in black holes, branches piercing dimensions, every leaf a living universe glowing with stars. Worlds orbit like fruits. The sky rains meteors like blossoms, streaking arcs settling as seeds of fire. The entire garden is a cosmic archive of myths, stories yet told blooming eternal, a dream grown real, infinite sanctuary of legend and wonder.
Prompt: In the silent center of the universe floats the Celestial Court of Eternity, a boundless palace made of translucent crystal grown from collapsed stars, its walls shimmering with violet, emerald, and silver. The floor is a living mirror of spacetime, rippling like liquid glass, reflecting galaxies beneath. The ceiling opens into endless nebulae, pulsars glowing like candles, constellations rearranging into sacred runes. Six eternal beings sit upon radiant thrones forged from galaxies: The Warrior of Constellations, clad in living starlight armor, constellations etched as glowing tattoos, eyes burning as white dwarfs, sword of gamma fire humming with restrained destruction. The Goddess of Gravity, crowned with braided black holes, hair devouring light, gown of spiraling galaxies, presence both terrible and beautiful, bending time itself. The Eternal Scribe, wings of golden parchment inscribed with laws of creation, quill carved from a quasar jet, dripping obsidian ink, scrolls unraveling into infinity, rewriting destinies. The Trickster of Shadows, ever-shifting, cloaked in shattered timelines, form flickering between god and monster, cloak stitched from paradox. The Guardian of Neutron Stone, armored in neutron star fragments, shield scarred by wars of gods and titans, every step shaking spacetime. The Healer of Auroras, glowing with shifting ribbons of light, voice singing creation, comet-bowl of liquid radiance healing stars. Around them float colossal statues of forgotten gods, broken yet emanating power, their hands raised in eternal prayer. Celestial phoenixes circle above, feathers blazing gold and sapphire flames, trails etching constellations across the void. Serpents woven from spiraling galaxies coil around crystal pillars, scales sparkling like endless stars. In the distance, comets pierce through the halls, streaking fire. An unseen choir hums harmonics of spacetime, sacred geometry vibrating in sound, stirring awe and fear. Time itself halts in this court, every moment infinite, every breath eternal, every glance rewriting existence. Here myth and cosmos are fused as one, an eternal throne room of gods shaping universes.
Prompt: High above a sea of radiant clouds drifts the Celestial Lotus City, a breathtaking metropolis of marble and obsidian platforms bound together by glowing energy bridges. Towering lotus-shaped spires shimmer with silver veins of bioluminescence, while elegant koi-shaped airships glide gracefully between them, leaving trails of sparkling light in their wake. At sunset, golden rays pierce through the mist, bathing the city in a glow both sacred and dreamlike. From a carved stone balcony adorned with crystalline flowers, a robed figure gazes out across this otherworldly wonder, staff in hand, as if guarding a civilization that exists beyond time itself.
Prompt: *"Imagine a cinematic wide-angle shot of a colossal floating city suspended above the clouds at golden hour. The city is built on massive circular platforms of white marble and obsidian, interconnected with glowing bridges of energy. Each platform has grand towers shaped like spiraling lotus flowers, their petals edged with silver and glowing faintly with bioluminescent veins. The architecture blends ancient Eastern temples, Art Deco skyscrapers, and futuristic cyber-organic curves, creating a civilization that feels both ancient and thousands of years ahead.
Below the city, clouds swirl in radiant shades of pink, orange, and violet, lit by the setting sun. Shafts of sunlight pierce through gaps in the structures, scattering rays of golden light across the floating platforms. Flying ships shaped like giant metallic koi fish glide gracefully between the towers, their scales shimmering iridescent blue and emerald. Some smaller crafts buzz like dragonflies, leaving faint trails of glowing particles that fade into the air.
In the foreground, a stone balcony with intricate carvings overlooks the city. The balcony has vines of crystalline flowers that glow with a soft azure light, and a tall figure in flowing robes stands there. The robes ripple in the wind and are embroidered with constellations that subtly move as though alive. The character’s face is partly hidden beneath a mask of polished bronze, with delicate filigree and a gem glowing faintly at the center. They hold a staff crowned with a levitating crystal orb that refracts the light into rainbow shards.
The mood is majestic, dreamlike, and otherworldly — a mix of awe and serenity, as if the viewer has stumbled upon a sacred civilization that exists beyond time. The atmosphere should balance realism and surreal fantasy: hyper-detailed textures on stone, metal, and fabric, with atmospheric haze in the distance to emphasize depth. Style should combine photorealistic rendering with painterly brushstrokes inspired by Moebius, Studio Ghibli, and modern cinematic concept art. The camera angle should have sweeping grandeur, like a movie establishing shot, with crystal-clear ultra-high definition suitable for an IMAX film frame or an epic fantasy mural."*
Prompt: "Create a hyper-detailed digital painting of a vast ancient library hidden inside a colossal mountain. The scene is illuminated by glowing crystals embedded in the stone walls, casting soft blue and golden light across towering bookshelves carved directly into the rock. The architecture is a blend of Gothic and futuristic design: high archways, spiraling staircases, and floating platforms supported by subtle energy fields. In the center of the library, a massive open book levitates, its pages glowing with shifting runes, projecting faint holographic symbols into the air. The atmosphere should feel both mystical and awe-inspiring, as if this place holds the knowledge of countless civilizations.
The perspective should be wide and cinematic, capturing both the vastness of the chamber and the intricate details of individual objects: dusty tomes, delicate glass globes with tiny galaxies inside, and intricate metallic railings along the stairways. Style should combine the painterly texture of classical oil paintings with the crisp precision of modern digital fantasy concept art. Include a sense of depth with atmospheric perspective (slightly misty background, sharper foreground). The mood is grand, mysterious, and timeless — evoking curiosity, reverence, and wonder. Resolution ultra-high, suitable for a fantasy book cover or gallery piece."
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.
