Prompt: The stone castle is covered with poison ivy
The Welsh night flies like a black raven
The doctor hurries, hiding from the wind with a cloak
A wayward daughter gives birth to a child in agony...
The lord fills his shame with fortified wine
A bastard grandson would not be accepted by their prim clan.
The glorious little one will be slain by a sharp sword
of Me! What about me?! ...
Rocks and waves will save my soul from evil...
Prompt: The silver-bearded north winds are rushing down from the snow-capped mountains, hyperrealistic. beautiful, high-quality realism style. delightfully
Prompt: And again, autumn opens the doors.
For all sorts of tall tales and superstitions...
Do you hear that? The snoring of the horses is getting closer and louder
No hiding, no hiding tonight
The Wild Hunting whip whistles like the wind
So it was and so it will be in this world.
While the water is running, the game is on....
Do you see? The crescent moon glitters like a dagger
The quiver for arrows is filled with a striking sting
And the shadow of the Hunter falls on the threshold,
His silver-plated horn sounds
While the sand is flowing, the game is on...
Do you know? The human world is mired in adversity
Here, as before, everything is idols, passions
And there are many here with circumcised souls.
The hunt is coming soon, the howl of a dog is heard
While the blood is flowing, the game is on...
Through the copper leaves, through time to the ford
The hunter strives for us every year
You can easily pass through the Samhain gate
If you have a clear conscience...
And again, autumn opens the doors.
For all sorts of tall tales and superstitions...
Prompt: Far away, beyond the hills, where a forgotten churchyard slumbers,
Forgotten fairy tales are kept in the dust of the deadwood
About brave heroes, about battles, about the sound of wheels,
About eternal love, which knows neither calamities nor masks.
And in this simple as a breath, the truth of the day
I see hope, I feel the beating of life.,
And every drop of rain is like a holy sign.,
It washes away the sorrows and worries that were tormented in vain.
Prompt: And it seems that time has frozen for a moment in silence, and the past looks through the shadows at the present. Breathing in the coolness that the river gives on a moonlit day, feelings awaken in the soul, as if sleeping.
And the boat sails, taking with it dreams and dreams, along the riverbed, where light and shadows are intertwined. And the scent of sandalwood reminds me of the days when life was full of joy, happiness, and prayers
Prompt: And it seems that there is a river of time
She suddenly froze, forgetting about days and spring.
And only the heart beats slightly to the beat.,
Reminding me that it's not too late.
But it's not too late? What is the answer?
In the twinkle of the stars, in the whisper of the endless dunes?
Is it worth looking for meaning when there is none?,
In the illusions of the hopes of the desolate?
And yet I'm walking, through a dream and delirium.,
To where the horizon merges with the sky.
Maybe I'll find my mark there.,
And I'll be someone I've never been.
And let the desert whisper to me: "Forget it",
I will believe in the light that lies ahead.
Perhaps this is a false, sorrowful path.,
But I'm coming, and there's no choice.
Prompt: The runes will lie on the table like the hangers of unknown destinies.
The flame of the cold blue moon will tremble in the wind...
What can I tell you? Why didn't it come true, and what will happen?
The Yule Velvas of Tarot are not related. Tell me about your dreams
This world is like a dragon keeping ancient secrets a secret
Creates mirages, hides the right path in the gray gloom
Rather than look over the threshold, hit the road at dawn.
The runes will flare up like stars and be generous to you.
Don't be afraid of change, take away the power from eternal fear
Those who did not disappear into the darkness were able to preserve the light of the soul.
Time will burn up again and scatter around the world in dust.
It's stupid to be angry at life, which draws mirages along the way...
The runes will lie on the table like the hangers of unknown destinies.
Do you really want to know what won't happen?
The Tarot is not akin to the Yule velva. Tell me about your dreams...
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.
