Prompt: Promethea, the Magic Goddess, stands tall and ethereal, her presence a symphony of mystical energy woven into corporeal form. Her figure, statuesque and commanding, is draped in flowing robes of shimmering iridescence that seem to shift with every thought and emotion. The fabric itself appears alive, pulsating gently with an inner light that hints at the vast depths of magic she commands.
Her skin, porcelain pale yet radiant, bears delicate patterns that seem to flicker like constellations seen through the fabric of reality. Eyes of liquid gold, pools of ancient wisdom, gaze serenely from a face that blends classical beauty with an otherworldly grace. Her hair cascades in waves of flame, hues of crimson and gold dancing in a perpetual, gentle blaze that never consumes.
In one hand, she holds the caduceus, a staff wreathed in swirling flames that obey her will, the fire casting intricate patterns of light and shadow across her features. The caduceus itself pulses with power, runes and symbols of arcane knowledge etched into its surface, each glyph telling a tale of creation and transformation.
Around her, a subtle aura of magic shimmers, weaving around her form like a protective cloak, resonating with the cadence of the universe itself. Promethea's presence is not merely physical; it is a convergence of magic and divinity, a testament to the infinite possibilities of existence embodied in a single, breathtaking form.
Prompt: Promethea, the Magic Goddess, stands tall and ethereal, her presence a symphony of mystical energy woven into corporeal form. Her figure, statuesque and commanding, is draped in flowing robes of shimmering iridescence that seem to shift with every thought and emotion. The fabric itself appears alive, pulsating gently with an inner light that hints at the vast depths of magic she commands.
Her skin, porcelain pale yet radiant, bears delicate patterns that seem to flicker like constellations seen through the fabric of reality. Eyes of liquid gold, pools of ancient wisdom, gaze serenely from a face that blends classical beauty with an otherworldly grace. Her hair cascades in waves of flame, hues of crimson and gold dancing in a perpetual, gentle blaze that never consumes.
In one hand, she holds the caduceus, a staff wreathed in swirling flames that obey her will, the fire casting intricate patterns of light and shadow across her features. The caduceus itself pulses with power, runes and symbols of arcane knowledge etched into its surface, each glyph telling a tale of creation and transformation.
Around her, a subtle aura of magic shimmers, weaving around her form like a protective cloak, resonating with the cadence of the universe itself. Promethea's presence is not merely physical; it is a convergence of magic and divinity, a testament to the infinite possibilities of existence embodied in a single, breathtaking form.
Prompt: Promethea, the Magic Goddess, stands tall and ethereal, her presence a symphony of mystical energy woven into corporeal form. Her figure, statuesque and commanding, is draped in flowing robes of shimmering iridescence that seem to shift with every thought and emotion. The fabric itself appears alive, pulsating gently with an inner light that hints at the vast depths of magic she commands.
Her skin, porcelain pale yet radiant, bears delicate patterns that seem to flicker like constellations seen through the fabric of reality. Eyes of liquid gold, pools of ancient wisdom, gaze serenely from a face that blends classical beauty with an otherworldly grace. Her hair cascades in waves of flame, hues of crimson and gold dancing in a perpetual, gentle blaze that never consumes.
In one hand, she holds the caduceus, a staff wreathed in swirling flames that obey her will, the fire casting intricate patterns of light and shadow across her features. The caduceus itself pulses with power, runes and symbols of arcane knowledge etched into its surface, each glyph telling a tale of creation and transformation.
Around her, a subtle aura of magic shimmers, weaving around her form like a protective cloak, resonating with the cadence of the universe itself. Promethea's presence is not merely physical; it is a convergence of magic and divinity, a testament to the infinite possibilities of existence embodied in a single, breathtaking form.
Prompt: Promethea, the Magic Goddess, stands tall and ethereal, her presence a symphony of mystical energy woven into corporeal form. Her figure, statuesque and commanding, is draped in flowing robes of shimmering iridescence that seem to shift with every thought and emotion. The fabric itself appears alive, pulsating gently with an inner light that hints at the vast depths of magic she commands.
Her skin, porcelain pale yet radiant, bears delicate patterns that seem to flicker like constellations seen through the fabric of reality. Eyes of liquid gold, pools of ancient wisdom, gaze serenely from a face that blends classical beauty with an otherworldly grace. Her hair cascades in waves of flame, hues of crimson and gold dancing in a perpetual, gentle blaze that never consumes.
In one hand, she holds the caduceus, a staff wreathed in swirling flames that obey her will, the fire casting intricate patterns of light and shadow across her features. The caduceus itself pulses with power, runes and symbols of arcane knowledge etched into its surface, each glyph telling a tale of creation and transformation.
Around her, a subtle aura of magic shimmers, weaving around her form like a protective cloak, resonating with the cadence of the universe itself. Promethea's presence is not merely physical; it is a convergence of magic and divinity, a testament to the infinite possibilities of existence embodied in a single, breathtaking form.
Prompt: Promethea, the Magic Goddess, stands tall and ethereal, her presence a symphony of mystical energy woven into corporeal form. Her figure, statuesque and commanding, is draped in flowing robes of shimmering iridescence that seem to shift with every thought and emotion. The fabric itself appears alive, pulsating gently with an inner light that hints at the vast depths of magic she commands.
Her skin, porcelain pale yet radiant, bears delicate patterns that seem to flicker like constellations seen through the fabric of reality. Eyes of liquid gold, pools of ancient wisdom, gaze serenely from a face that blends classical beauty with an otherworldly grace. Her hair cascades in waves of flame, hues of crimson and gold dancing in a perpetual, gentle blaze that never consumes.
In one hand, she holds the caduceus, a staff wreathed in swirling flames that obey her will, the fire casting intricate patterns of light and shadow across her features. The caduceus itself pulses with power, runes and symbols of arcane knowledge etched into its surface, each glyph telling a tale of creation and transformation.
Around her, a subtle aura of magic shimmers, weaving around her form like a protective cloak, resonating with the cadence of the universe itself. Promethea's presence is not merely physical; it is a convergence of magic and divinity, a testament to the infinite possibilities of existence embodied in a single, breathtaking form.
Prompt: Promethea appears as a luminous figure, her presence suffused with an otherworldly glow that seems to emanate from within her. Her skin, if visible, might shimmer faintly with iridescence, hinting at her connection to arcane energies. Her eyes, deep and enigmatic, hold a wisdom that spans ages, their color shifting subtly like the play of light on water.
She wears robes that seem to flow as if made of the very essence of magic itself—translucent yet vibrant, adorned with intricate patterns that resemble constellations or arcane runes. Symbols of her domain—a wand, a book of spells, or a crown of stars—may adorn her attire, each item pulsing softly with magical energy.
Promethea's hair cascades around her shoulders like a cascade of moonlit mist, occasionally flickering with tiny sparks of light. It seems to move of its own accord, as if responding to unseen currents of magic that permeate the air around her.
Her presence evokes a sense of both serenity and power, as if she embodies the delicate balance between the forces of creation and the mysteries of the cosmos. Promethea's form may appear ageless, timeless, and yet ever-changing, reflecting the boundless nature of magic itself.
Prompt: Promethea appears as a luminous figure, her presence suffused with an otherworldly glow that seems to emanate from within her. Her skin, if visible, might shimmer faintly with iridescence, hinting at her connection to arcane energies. Her eyes, deep and enigmatic, hold a wisdom that spans ages, their color shifting subtly like the play of light on water.
She wears robes that seem to flow as if made of the very essence of magic itself—translucent yet vibrant, adorned with intricate patterns that resemble constellations or arcane runes. Symbols of her domain—a wand, a book of spells, or a crown of stars—may adorn her attire, each item pulsing softly with magical energy.
Promethea's hair cascades around her shoulders like a cascade of moonlit mist, occasionally flickering with tiny sparks of light. It seems to move of its own accord, as if responding to unseen currents of magic that permeate the air around her.
Her presence evokes a sense of both serenity and power, as if she embodies the delicate balance between the forces of creation and the mysteries of the cosmos. Promethea's form may appear ageless, timeless, and yet ever-changing, reflecting the boundless nature of magic itself.
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.
