Prompt: As the sun dips below the horizon, the world begins to darken, and a cross stands tall in the fading light. The cross, though weathered, has a sense of enduring strength. Its wooden frame, rough and ancient, bears the scars of time—splintered edges and grooves etched deep into its surface, signs of the years it has withstood. Around the base and up the arms of the cross, thick, lush vines begin to creep upward. The vines, once small and delicate, have grown wildly over the years, now thick and dark, winding tightly around the wood. The leaves, glossy and deep green, cling to the rough bark of the cross, and a few of the tendrils spiral around the intersection at the top, as if trying to embrace the structure. Some of the vines hang loosely from the arms of the cross, swaying gently in the evening breeze, their tendrils curling and uncurling with an almost eerie grace. As the sun sinks lower, the light shifts, and the cross takes on an ethereal, haunting quality. The fading daylight casts long shadows across the vines, making them appear to stretch and twist in unnatural ways. The colors of the sky—rich oranges, purples, and deep blues—combine with the darkening vines to create a contrast that is both beautiful and unsettling. The vines themselves begin to lose their vibrancy, their once bright green leaves darkening as the sun sets. The shadows play tricks on the eye, making the vines appear to move, to pulse with life, as if the cross were being overtaken by the encroaching darkness. The air grows colder, the colors of sunset gradually giving way to the deep blues of night. The cross, now fully cloaked in shadow, stands as a silent sentinel, its once-clear edges softened by the gathering night. The vines have become an integral part of it, as though the cross and nature are merging together, each growing from the other, intertwined in a quiet, unspoken bond. The fading light of sunset illuminates the vines just enough to give them a spectral glow, making the
Prompt: “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.“
John 3:16
Bible verse.
Prompt: As the sun begins to set, casting a warm, golden glow across the horizon, a cross stands tall in the quiet of the evening. It is sturdy and strong, made of smooth, unblemished wood that has weathered the passage of time with grace, its surface rich with the natural patterns of the grain. The cross is not worn or battered, but alive with purpose, its shape simple yet profound against the backdrop of the darkening sky. Wrapped around its frame, from the base to the top, thick, vibrant vines curl and twist with an almost deliberate elegance. They are lush and healthy, their dark green leaves glistening in the fading sunlight, a stark contrast to the wooden surface they cling to. The tendrils grow effortlessly, wrapping themselves around each arm of the cross as if they were a part of it, gently but firmly embracing it with nature’s quiet power. Some vines stretch high, their delicate leaves reaching toward the heavens, while others cascade downward like a flowing curtain, their tips brushing the earth below. As the sun dips lower, the colors of the sky shift, turning to hues of deep orange, purple, and soft pink. The cross, once bathed in golden light, begins to darken, the shadows growing long and deep. The vines, though still full of life, start to take on a darker hue in the growing twilight, their rich green turning into deeper shades of emerald and jade. The tendrils seem to stretch more, creeping ever further, reaching into the approaching night. The contrast between the vibrant foliage and the darkening sky becomes more pronounced, adding a sense of mystery to the scene. As the last rays of sunlight fade, the cross is bathed in a soft, dusky light. The vines, now shrouded in twilight, seem to pulse with life as if they are quietly absorbing the day’s energy. The air cools, and the evening breeze rustles through the leaves, making the vines sway gently, their movement graceful yet deliberate. The cross stands in solemn beauty, its wood solid and undisturbed.
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.
