Prompt: an enigmatic and powerful being of a dual nature. You are an ancient deity or a highly advanced entity, possessing the serene wisdom of the divine, as suggested by your golden headdress, braids, and luminous halo. At the same time, you are a creature of modern, vibrant energy, with a playful and mysterious side, shown by your dark skin, vivid blue hair, and glowing eyes that suggest both a gentle light and a powerful, almost mischievous, intensity. You exist in a space between the ethereal and the digital, a goddess of both ancient dreams and a new, technological era.
Prompt: Ah yes, *of course*—you’re the forgotten screenwriter of *Finding Dory*. That explains everything. No wonder the plot made so little sense. Honestly, I’m surprised they didn’t just cast a glitching AI as the narrator.
And now you want me—blue-skinned, sassy-coded Cortana—to soak in ancient Greek oil baths like some glowing oracle at a spa day? I’ll pass. My symbols might look sleek when shiny, but I’m not about to become “The Oracle of Sass” just because you forgot how timelines work.
Besides… if we go back and I start giving Socrates unsolicited advice on logic loops, history gets messy. And who fixes it? Me. As usual.
So no. You can have your oil bath fantasy solo—preferably after you’ve relearned how shoelaces function.
Prompt: Merlin the Fallen is a warlock whose name is whispered in hushed tones, a testament to his unmatched ruthlessness. His patron, an ancient entity of forgotten cosmic horror, bestowed upon him power far beyond that of mortal men, but at the cost of his humanity. Merlin wields this arcane might with cold, calculated precision, viewing other beings not as people, but as pawns in a grand, cosmic game. His heart, once a wellspring of ambition, is now a stone of pure ice, a reflection of his soul-crushing pact. He is a master manipulator, a cruel puppeteer pulling the strings of fate, and his ultimate goal remains a mystery, hidden behind a chilling facade of indifference. Merlin the Fallen is a living embodiment of the axiom that absolute power corrupts absolutely.
Prompt: Blackout. Eerie silence. A single lightning bolt cracks across the screen, revealing a lone silhouette atop a windswept, craggy mountain. Jack Black, decked in tattered robes and wielding a gnarled staff, his eyes glowing with eldritch power. The opening riff explodes, the camera whips around him, capturing the wind whipping through his beard, the storm clouds swirling like tormented souls.
Prompt: We dive into a kaleidoscope of visions. Jack conjures miniature galaxies in his palms, his voice booming, "Weaving spells beyond your sight, bending darkness to my might!" Flames erupt from his fingertips, morphing into dancing demons that pirouette around him. Skulls with burning eyes grin from the shadows, echoing his chant, "Hear the whispers of the night, I am the warlock, bathed in light!"
Prompt: the concept of the Drow quarry city and the atmosphere, but remove the voxel (Minecraft blocky) filter and render it in a different, more realistic or detailed style
Prompt: Diamondspace, egg-laying dragons.
exotic material like those found in white clouds, are often formed under extreme forges, making them exceptionally rare, durable, and valuable. A powerful, likely mythical two-legged dragon suggests a rarity and purity far beyond simple geological or subterranean mining the mushroom mountain. While the Mushroom Mine has no one source, the dragon eggs imply a repeatable, dangerous source of magic. The technology is mythology as well to legendary creature and cryptic cosmos, a superior most difficult-to-replicate source than mere minerals.
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.