Prompt: The Gilgit-Baltistan mountains stand frozen under a dark, storm-choked sky. Snow and ice swirl violently, veiling the land in an eerie mist. Towering above the desolation, the Iceborn Titan stirs—a monstrous relic of an age long buried beneath the glaciers. Its skeletal form, wrapped in jagged permafrost, moves with slow, deliberate menace. Icicles hang from its elongated, bony fingers, its massive claws dragging across the frozen earth.
Its face is a hollowed skull of ice, fractured and ancient, with deep sockets glowing a piercing blue, casting ghostly light onto the skeletal remains of trees. The forest below is lifeless, twisted pines standing like frozen corpses. The Titan’s breath releases a thick, unnatural fog, creeping between the trees, turning everything to frost. Each step sends tremors through the ice, the land groaning under its impossible weight.
The night is heavy with silence, broken only by the sound of splintering wood and shifting ice. The Titan moves between the dying trees, its sheer size blending with the shadows. Above, the sky is a deep, fractured blue, broken by glimpses of the faint northern lights, their glow distorted by the storm. A ruined village lies ahead, its structures buried beneath layers of ice, roofs collapsed, windows shattered—a relic of those who came before and never left.
A lone traveler stands at the forest’s edge, their flickering torch barely cutting through the mist. The trees bend, though no wind moves them, recoiling in silent terror. The traveler grips their cloak tighter, breath turning to ice, heartbeat thundering in their ears. The Titan’s gaze shifts, its frozen stare locking onto them.
show the monster in the image please in a hiding way but not completely hidden
Prompt: Summon the Dreadfiend of Punjab, a nightmarish entity lurking in the ruins of an ancient Punjabi fortress. This towering, skeletal horror is wrapped in decayed tendrils of shadow, its gaunt frame stretched impossibly thin over jagged bone. Its elongated limbs end in twisted, claw-like protrusions, twitching as if sensing unseen forces in the poisoned air. Its exposed ribcage pulses with a sickly ember-like glow, as if something unholy writhes within, desperate to escape.
Its skull-like head is an abomination—elongated and cracked, with horn-like spines jutting outward like remnants of a lost crown. Twin hollow voids replace its eyes, burning with an unnatural hunger. A gaping maw reveals serrated, needle-like teeth, exhaling a faint mist that distorts the air. Its mere presence warps reality itself, the land recoiling in silent dread.
The fiend looms within the crumbling ruins of an ancient Punjabi fortress, its scarred stone walls whispering of forgotten wars. The sky above is a suffocating dusk, thick with ashen clouds and swirling dust storms. Withered banyan trees, blackened wheat fields, and abandoned homes stand lifeless. Torn banners hang weakly on rusted spears, their insignias long faded. The ground beneath the monster is cracked and scorched, leeching life from the soil itself. A ruined stepwell reflects its cursed form, its water blackened and still. Silence lingers—broken only by the fiend’s metallic wail, an unearthly sound that rattles stone and spirit alike.
In the foreground, a lone traveler—a weathered warrior or lost villager—stands frozen, paralyzed in awe and terror. Their breath catches as the fiend’s hollow gaze falls upon them, the very air bending to its will. Their shadow begins to dissolve, drawn toward the beast like a whisper lost to the void. The wind howls through the ruins, carrying a single phrase in a forgotten tongue—a warning, a curse, or a name never meant to be spoken.
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.
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