Prompt: A cozy living room with a normal-sized person reading a book next to an absurdly oversized, antique-looking fan, warm lighting, realistic painting style.
Prompt: Lyra Sylverleaf was born in the mystical land of Valenwood, the homeland of the Bosmer, also known as Wood Elves. From an early age, Lyra exhibited a natural affinity for the culinary arts, showing a remarkable talent for creating delicious and unique dishes using the bountiful ingredients found in Valenwood's forests.
Raised in a small Bosmer village called Greenhaven, Lyra grew up under the guidance of her parents, who were renowned chefs in the community. They taught her the traditional Bosmeri methods of cooking, as well as the importance of respecting nature and the balance of the land.
As Lyra blossomed into a young elf, her culinary skills continued to flourish. Her love for experimenting with flavors and her intuitive understanding of ingredients led her to create extraordinary meals that delighted the taste buds of those fortunate enough to sample her creations. However, Lyra's ambitions went beyond simply satisfying hunger; she dreamed of using her culinary prowess to bring people together and foster unity.
Prompt: A peaceful mountain sanctuary with a tranquil, zen-like atmosphere. The setting includes a rustic wooden cabin, a flowing stream, and a lush garden filled with blooming flowers. Meditation areas with cushions and lanterns, and perhaps a wise old sage meditating under a cherry blossom tree. The ambiance is calm and rejuvenating.
Prompt: The air sharpens,
a blade honed by unseen hands,
slicing through the last whispers of autumn.
The trees, once riotous with color,
now stand skeletal,
their bones etched against the pale sky.
A hush falls,
thick and expectant,
as if the world holds its breath.
The first snowflakes descend,
soft and deliberate,
like secrets too fragile to speak aloud.
The earth hardens,
its warmth retreating deep within,
a dormant pulse beneath the frost.
Footsteps crunch,
leaving temporary marks,
soon erased by the wind’s restless hand.
Windows fog with the warmth of inside lives,
while outside, the cold grows bolder,
claiming the night with its silvered tongue.
The stars seem closer now,
piercing the darkness with their icy light,
as winter settles in,
unfolding its quiet, relentless reign.
I mostly lean more towards curiosity than creativity (on my part) with AI stuff, but I do appreciate the approach where people aim to harness AI to express their own creativity.
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.