Prompt: If I let you, you would make me destroy myself. But in order to survive you, I must first survive myself. I can sink no further and I cannot forgive you. There's no choice but to confront you, to engage you, to erase you. I've gone to great lengths to expand my threshold of pain. I will use my mistakes against you. There's no other choice. Shameless now. Nameless now. Nothing now. No one now. But my soul must be iron cause my fear is naked. I'm naked and fearless - and my fear is naked!
Prompt: In a post-apocalyptic Europe, where science and sorcery coexist, warrior Dorian Hawkmoon stands guard at Castle Brass. He is heavily armored in leather against the cold, standing with his hands folded before him. An ancient, powerful staff with runes derply carved into it is strapped firmly to his back, and a bright, powerful, oval psychic jewel is embedded in his forehead. He is Dorian Hawkmoin, guardian and wielded of the Runestaff.
The wintry weather is fold but ckear, and the sun us just rising over the castle wall.
Prompt: Hooded, masked, friendly male robot in his late 50s, with curious, glowing eyes and slightly damaged, dented, scratched metal skin and a stocky build, approaches an alien church in a beautiful alien forest with barren trees and plants on a cold, misty, wintry planet. He's wearing a small silver crucifix around his neck, and a heavy leather coat against the chill in the air. His forehead is marked with a small ash cross.
The beautiful sun is rusing, in hope, through the parting clouds.
Prompt: Hooded, friendly explorer robot in his late 50s, with glowing, curious, slightly damaged compound eyes and slightly dented, scratched metallic skin strides carefully through a beautiful abandoned city on a cold, distant world; his hand is raised in peace, although he does carry an elaborate, powerful sword strapped to his back. Heavy robes protect him against the wind and elements.
The buildings are all made of sculpted, painted marble, glass and metal, and the sidewalks are lined with beautiful but barren plants and trees. It's not snowing or raining, but it is cloudy, and it may rain soon. The sun is rising over the distant mountains. It us a cold but beautiful morning in the quiet place.
Prompt: A heavily cloaked, masked, peaceful exploration droid with glowing, reflective, faceted compound eyes, small red heat sensors on his forehead, and reinforced steel and synthetic armor walks through a cold, rainy, abandoned city on a long abandoned world. An angular voice synthesizer serves as his mouth, as he has no need for food. His hand is raised peacefully, on the random chance that he might see another traveler. He carries an electronic staff strapped to his back as protection against any physical threat.
The buildings are constructed of colorful, elegantly molded metal, plastic and glass, with round or oval doors and windows. The sidewalks are lined with beautiful, barren trees and plants.
There us heavy cloud covrr, and s light rain is falling, but the sun is rising, giving a sense of hope.
Prompt: A friendly male cyborg in his late 50s, heavily hooded, masked and robed in leather against the rain and wintry wind, stands in front of a large, beautiful alien church in a forest on a cold, rainy, distant planet. He has luminous, glowing, kind eyes that shine through the shade of his hood, and his gloved hands are steepled in front of his face. His skin is slightly dented and sctatched metal, but it still shines in the morning light. He wears a silver cross on a chain on his neck. A battery pack is securely strapped to his back.
The sun is rising through the heavy cloud cover. Even though it's raining, this day will be beautiful.
Prompt: Heavily hooded and masked, curious, vaguely humanoid robot with flickering luminous eyes and polished, but slightly dented and scratched metallic skin enters a deserted, beautiful city on a cold, far planet. A spare power cell is strapped securely to his back, snd his gloved hands are folded protectively at his chest.The sculpted crystal buildings around him are all beautifully built, each with round or oval doors and windows. Elegant bit bare trees and plants line the sidewalks. Strange, curios animals watch from a safe distance, but there's no evidence of intelligent life anywhere.
A dense cloud bank covers r the sky, and rain is coming down, but the beautiful rising sun is trying to break through.
Prompt: A vaguely humanoid and hooded, masked, and robed robot with damaged but curious white eyes, red heat sensors on his forehead, and dented, scratcched metal skin, gestures peacefully as he strides with care through an ancient, rainy city on a cold, distant plsnet. A complex battery pack on his back keeps him functioal.
The buildings around and behind him are all built of intricate, graceful glass and metal, with round or oval doors and windows, and the street is made of polished stone tiles of many colors.
There are no intelligent beings present, but strange, colorful but hate trees an plants line the sidewalks, and some furtive indigenous animals watch from a safe distance.
There is heavy loud cover this morning, but the sun is rising.
Prompt: Friendly, stocky, vaguely humanoid robot in his late 50s smiles gently as he enters a futuristic Lutheran church on a cold, cloudy February morning. He's wearing a blue suit with a small silver cross around his neck. His eyes are damaged, but he seems to know his way. A few humans greet him as he enters, including the female pastor. The stained glass windows, pews, and altar are beautiful.
The sun is rising through the clouds, it's not snowing, but it might rain.
Prompt: A naked, heavily scaled, vicious female monster with blazing eyes, sharp fangs,wide, muscular wings, grasping arms and claws, and a sharply pointed tail flies through the dark sky, looking for souls to rend apart and consume. She is oblivion personified, unborn and undying; endlessly merciless; the serpents in her hair are always watching, and they miss nothing; the unclean spirits swirling around her howl for the end of time itself. Her dry, scaled skin is parched for your blood. She is coming... For you. She has never known anything but the need for sustensnce. She is Death itself.
Prompt: A hooded, masked, blind, robed traveler In his late 50s walks peacefully through a wintry, empty forest village in a cold, mountainous country; it's not quite cold enough yo snow, but a recent rain has passed through, leaving the paving stones damp.
A large town hall building is nearby. All is well preserved; the people are just... gone. His hands are folded over his chest, a few wisps of long white hair showing under his hood.
A powerful staff is strapped to his back. His white, blank eyes glow with power, but no malice under his hood; his expression is of happiness and curiosity. He is surrounded by an aura of calmness.
The buildings in this place are all made of polished wood, rough stone and metal. The trees and plants are bare, but beautiful in their way. No other humans are present, but animals and birds watch from a safe distance as he passes.
The weather is cloudy, but the bright, beautiful sun is rising.
Prompt: A hooded, masked, blind itinerant explorer in his late 50s, with light leather armor and a sturdy magical staff strapped to his back and visible over his right shoulder, curiously enters an ancient forest city, his hands folded over his chest against the wintry weather. A sash with arcane, colorful symbols crossed his body, downward from hid left shoulder. Although blind, his eyes are filled with compassion.
Tall, delicate buildings, artfully carved from beautiful crystal and glass, rise peacefully in the background, nearly reaching the dense clouds; each building has round or Oval doors and windows.. The streets are lined with barren but still living, beautiful trees and plants. No intelligent life is present, but a few curious animals watch from a distance.
The bright, beautiful sun is rising through the clouds, but rain is coming soon.
Prompt: Friendly, curious, almost nude female sea monster, part humanoid part octopus, with inquisitive, glowing multicolored eyes and long flowing silvery hair, smiling gently, showing fine, pointed teeth; she is glad to find you and means no harm. She seems to appear half human, half octopus. Her lightly scaled, slightly mottled skin shines gently as the water flows around it. Lacking a nose, she has fine gills on either side of her neck.
A huge castle of coral and sand stands behind her.
Prompt: A hooded, armored male explorer robot in his late 50s, with glowing, damaged eyes and a battery pack strapped to his back walks through a forest city on a cold, distant planet, his Hans folded protective of over his chest. The sun is rising through the clouds, and it's just beginning to rain.
The buildings are made of beautifully sculpted and molded, intricate glass and metal, and the sidewalks are lined with colorful, bare trees and plants. No intelligent life is present, but some curious alien animals watch from a safe distance. A cold wind is blowing.
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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