Prompt: A surreal miniature painting of a man with an immense brain resembling a packed warehouse, every nook and cranny filled with knowledge, leaving no room to spare. The interior walls of his mind are decorated with wall-to-wall landscapes that depict his town and natural surroundings, under a sky speckled with the moon and stars. Vibrant stained glass windows, symbolizing the Kingdom of God, glow softly, casting a divine and mystical light over this labyrinthine mental space. The atmosphere is both claustrophobic and reverent, blending the divine with the boundless intricacies of the human mind.
Prompt: I am a passenger
And I ride, and I ride
I ride through the city's backsides
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's ripped back sky
And everything looks good tonight
Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la, la la
Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
See the city's ripped backsides
We'll see the bright and hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine so bright
Oh, stars made for us tonight
Oh, the passenger
How, how he rides
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the silent hollow sky
He sees the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'Cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine
Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la, la la
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window's eye
He sees the things that he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So let's ride and ride and ride and ride
Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la, la la
Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la, la la
Prompt: The Rat Maze stood as a living monument to desperation and fear, a sprawling labyrinth of rusted metal, jagged walls, and flickering lights that cast sinister shadows on the ground. The air reeked of dampness and decay, punctuated by the skittering sounds of unseen vermin. It wasn’t just a maze; it was a trap designed to prey on human weakness, promising escape to the brave and swift, but punishing hesitation with an unrelenting sense of dread.
Inside, a growing throng of people moved like cattle, some stumbling forward with blind hope, others carefully tracing their steps, wary of the whispers that seemed to echo from the walls themselves. No one knew what lay at the center, only that it pulled at them, an almost magnetic force compelling them deeper into the maze despite the terror coursing through their veins.
As they ventured further, the oppressive atmosphere grew heavier, and the maze itself seemed to shift, sealing off pathways or opening new ones, as if alive. The deeper they went, the louder the whispers became—angry, pleading, or mocking—until they found themselves drawn to the center.
There, under the dim glow of a shattered skylight, lay a grotesque heap: a mountain of skulls, human and otherwise, piled high atop an altar carved with ancient, unreadable symbols. The air buzzed with an unnatural energy, as if the pile itself was alive, pulsating faintly with an eerie glow. The whispers suddenly became deafening, rising into a cacophony of voices speaking in a language no one could comprehend.
Then came the revelation. Each person suddenly felt a pull—not toward escape, but to add to the pile. Their every misstep, hesitation, or selfish choice within the maze seemed etched into the walls around them, playing out like a damning reel of their lives. And now the maze demanded payment. To leave, they had to confront their darkest truths, offer part of their soul—or stay forever, just another whisper among the countless voices in the maze.
Prompt: "He was not a gentle man. He was a storm wrapped in flesh, a beast carved from war and hardship. Where he walked, the ground seemed to tremble; where he stood, men thought twice before stepping closer. He did not speak idly, did not waste time on empty kindness—but when he loved, he loved with the force of a thousand battles won.
She was not afraid of him. Others saw the fire in his eyes and recoiled; she reached for it, unflinching. Others whispered of his fury; she had felt the steady, unshakable hands that could break bones yet held her like something sacred.
He would destroy for her. He would burn for her. He would become the monster they feared—but only to shield what he cherished. And when the world turned against him, when enemies rose, when shadows crept in—he did not falter. Because a monster does not beg for peace. A monster fights for it. And she was the only thing in this world worth fighting for
"Featuring elements inspired by H. R. Giger and Beksinski. The artwork is vibrant, rich, and highly detailed, capturing the essence of an epic, trending masterpiece on platforms like CGSociety and ArtStation. It possesses an ominous undertone, reminiscent
Prompt: The meadow stretches endlessly, a sea of wildflowers swaying gently in the whisper of a breeze. The late afternoon sun dips low, casting long, golden shadows that dance across the earth. The scent of lavender and freshly turned soil lingers in the air, blending with the faint hum of cicadas. At the heart of the field, a young man stands beside an aged oak, its sprawling branches draped with moss like nature's tapestry. His posture is poised yet unguarded, a canvas satchel resting against his hip.
In his hand, he holds a folded map—edges worn and creased by years of use, its markings faded but still legible. The map flutters slightly as if eager to escape, but his grip is firm, confident. His auburn hair glows in the sunlight, tousled by the wind, and his eyes gleam with determination and wonder. At his feet lies a compass, its needle steady, pointing somewhere far and unseen.
He kneels, tucking the map into his bag, and picks up the compass with reverence. With one last glance at the oak, as if drawing strength from its timeless presence, he steps forward, his boots brushing past delicate blooms that lean into his stride. The meadow's edge leads to a dense, mist-laden forest, its towering pines and ancient ferns obscuring the horizon.
As he enters, the air grows cooler, tinged with the earthy aroma of moss and bark. Light filters through the canopy in fractured beams, dappling the path ahead in an ever-changing mosaic. Each step echoes softly, a quiet melody of boots on damp soil and the occasional snap of a twig. He smiles, not knowing what lies ahead but savoring the thrill of the unknown.
The forest stretches onward, an intricate labyrinth of mystery and promise. Above him, the sky shifts, stars beginning to pierce the deepening blue. He doesn’t glance back; his journey is forward. In his heart, he carries an unspoken truth: it is not the destination but the courage to embark that defines a soul.
Prompt: Create a surreal scene featuring a colossal, distorted eye at the center, surrounded by an array of melting clocks draped over whimsical, elongated branches. The background should be a dreamlike landscape, with a vast desert under a twilight sky filled with swirling clouds. Incorporate bizarre creatures emerging from the sand, such as a giraffe with a long neck that twists and turns like a spiraling staircase. Use vivid colors and fluid forms to capture the essence of a dream, emphasizing the uncanny and the surreal, reminiscent of Salvador Dalí’s unique artistic style.
Prompt: Am Brunnen vor dem Tore
Da steht ein Lindenbaum:
Ich träumt in seinem Schatten
So manchen süßen Traum.
Ich schnitt in seine Rinde
So manches liebe Wort;
Es zog in Freud und Leide
Zu ihm mich immer fort.
Ich mußt auch heute wandern
Vorbei in tiefer Nacht,
Da hab ich noch im Dunkel
Die Augen zugemacht.
Und seine Zweige rauschten,
Als riefen sie mir zu:
Komm her zu mir, Geselle,
Hier findst du deine Ruh!
Die kalten Winde bliesen
Mir grad ins Angesicht,
Der Hut flog mir vom Kopfe,
Ich wendete mich nicht.
Nun bin ich manche Stunde
Entfernt von jenem Ort,
Und immer hör ich´s rauschen:
Du fändest Ruhe dort!
The dragon's body is adorned with flowing, vibrant tendrils of red and gold, as if the very essence of fire and wind is embedded in its being. The air around it hums with energy, the dragon’s breath barely visible as swirling clouds of mist and smoke spiral in its wake. It is both majestic and intimidating, a symbol of power, grace, and ancient knowledge.
Below, a river winds through the valley, its waters reflecting the moonlight, carrying with it petals from the flowers that line its banks. The tranquil flow contrasts the dragon’s immense presence, creating a sense of balance between the quiet earth and the fierce sky.
Prompt: A striking painting of a vast, sprawling city that conveys a sense of grandeur yet overwhelming decay. Towering skyscrapers loom above, their façades cracked and weathered, while streets filled with people bustle beneath a dramatic sky filled with dark, swirling clouds. Shadows cast by the towering buildings create a feeling of confinement, as if the very structures are about to collapse inward. Subtle details like peeling paint and broken windows hint at the city's fragility. The atmosphere is charged with a sense of tension, reflecting the paradox of feeling both lost in the city's enormity and crushed by its impending collapse.
Prompt: Fürchtet euch, fürchtet euch nicht
Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Augen
Sie wird heut Nacht nicht untergeh'n
Und die Welt zählt laut bis zehn
Eins, hier kommt die Sonne
Zwei, hier kommt die Sonne
Drei, sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Vier, hier kommt die Sonne
Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Händen
Kann verbrennen, kann euch blenden
Wenn sie aus den Fäusten bricht
Legt sich heiß auf das Gesicht
Sie wird heut Nacht nicht untergeh'n
Und die Welt zählt laut bis zehn
Eins, hier kommt die Sonne
Zwei, hier kommt die Sonne
Drei, sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Vier, hier kommt die Sonne
Fünf, hier kommt die Sonne
Sechs, hier kommt die Sonne
Sieben, sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Acht, neun, hier kommt die Sonne
Eins, hier kommt die Sonne
Zwei, hier kommt die Sonne
Drei, sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Vier, und wird nie vom Himmel fallen
Fünf, hier kommt die Sonne
Sechs, hier kommt die Sonne
Sieben, sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Acht, neun, hier kommt die Sonne, aus
Prompt: art by Karl Valente, gorgeous woman, a charming street, a garden, an ultra hd detailed painting, digital art, Jean-Baptiste Monge style, bright, beautiful, splash, Glittering, cute and adorable, filigree, rim lighting, lights, extremely, magic, surreal, fantasy, digital art, wlop, artgerm and james jean, sf, intricate artwork masterpiece, ominous, matte painting movie poster, golden ratio, trending on cgsociety, intricate, epic, trending on artstation, by artgerm, h. r. giger and beksinski, highly detailed, vibrant, production cinematic character render, ultra high quality model
Prompt: A stunning and inspiring scene of two cyclists, a man and a woman, racing through the vast, shimmering white expanse of the Salinas Grandes salt flats in Jujuy, Argentina. The cyclists are dressed in vibrant gear, their bikes kicking up small clouds of salt dust as they speed across the cracked polygonal patterns of the salt plain. In the background, the majestic Andes mountains rise dramatically, their peaks dusted with snow under a clear, deep blue sky. The scene is bathed in golden sunlight, casting long shadows and creating a striking contrast between the white salt flats and the vivid colors of the cyclists and the surrounding landscape. The atmosphere is dynamic and filled with energy, emphasizing the beauty of nature and the thrill of adventure.
Prompt: A shadowy, foreboding castle looms under the ominous glow of a blood-red moon, its windows radiating an unnatural light. The air is thick with mist, and bats swoop and swirl against the night sky. In the hazy distance, the ghostly visage of a woman with glowing, piercing eyes emerges, her presence emanating an aura of ancient sorcery. The scene feels alive with an unearthly tension, as though faint whispers and sinister laughter echo just beyond the edge of hearing.
Speedpaint with large brush strokes ; drip painting; paint splashes; a masterpiece; maximalist; uncanny; highly detailed and intricate, beautiful colors; no sign, no watermark, no extra woman, no extra man
Prompt: Create an ultra HD digital art masterpiece that blends the charm of a Jean-Baptiste Monge style with the enchanting beauty of Karl Valente's art. Beautiful kittens and fairies. The characters exude cuteness and adorableness, and they are illuminated with rim lighting that accentuates their features. The entire scene is extremely detailed, and the intricate artwork resembles a production cinematic character render, setting a new standard for ultra high-quality digital art. The composition follows the golden ratio and is reminiscent of the works of renowned artists like wlop, artgerm, and James Jean. The style is a fusion of science fiction and fantasy, featuring elements inspired by H. R. Giger and Beksinski. The artwork is vibrant, rich, and highly detailed, capturing the essence of an epic, trending masterpiece on platforms like CGSociety and ArtStation. It possesses an ominous undertone, reminiscent
Prompt: Generate a breathtaking and surreal image of the ancient Egyptian Temple of Ra suspended in the vastness of outer space. The temple, typically found on Earth, should now be an awe-inspiring celestial monument surrounded by stars and nebulae. Envelop it in cosmic energy, radiating a mystical and cosmic aura. Let this digital artwork be a fusion of ancient Egyptian mythology and the wonders of the cosmos, showcasing the Temple of Ra as a transcendent and eternal structure in the infinite expanse of space. Opalescent rainbow nebula.
Prompt: Hast du etwas Zeit für mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von neunundneunzig Luftballons
Auf ihrem weg zum Horizont
Denkst du vielleicht gerad' an mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von neunundneunzig Luftballons
Und dass so was von so was kommt
Neunundneunzig Luftballons
Auf ihrem weg zum Horizont
Hielt man für UFOs aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
'Ne Fliegerstaffel hinterher
Alarm zu geben, wenn's so wär
Dabei war'n da am Horizont
Nur neunundneunzig Luftballons
Neunundneunzig Düsenflieger
Jeder war ein großer Krieger
Hielten sich für Captain Kirk
Es gab ein großes Feuerwerk
Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft
Und fühlten sich gleich angemacht
Dabei schoss man am Horizont
Auf neunundneunzig Luftballons
Neunundneunzig Kriegsminister
Streichholz und Benzinkanister
Hielten sich für schlaue Leute
Witterten schon fette Beute
Riefen: Krieg und wollten Macht
Mann, wer hätte das gedacht
Dass es einmal soweit kommt
Wegen neunundneunzig Luftballons
Neunundneunzig Jahre Krieg
Ließen keinen platz für Sieger
Kriegsminister gibt's nicht mehr
Und auch keine Düsenflieger
Heute zieh' ich meine Runden
Seh' die Welt in Trümmern liegen
Hab'n Luftballon gefunden
Denk' an dich und lass' ihn fliegen
Prompt: The little girl and the dragon, fabulous, dreamlike, children's story, anatomically correct, figures completely in the frame, no writing, no numbers, in the Style of Vania Zouravliov, Sherry Akrami, Ivan Bilibin, Maria Sibylla Merian, Alex Almany, Daniel Merriam, Jean Baptiste Monge, Iwona Lifsches
Prompt: Imagine a surreal scene where a colossal, radiant heart rests gently on a shimmering lake, its surface reflecting the stars of a twilight sky. Emerging from the heart, a beautiful woman with flowing hair that blends into the water’s surface, as if made of liquid silver, gazes serenely at the viewer. Surround her with ethereal flowers that bloom in vibrant colors, their petals dripping like wax. In the background, surreal mountains twist upward, with abstract shapes and shadows dancing across the landscape. Infuse the scene with a dreamlike quality, using soft, fluid lines and vibrant hues, evoking the essence of love and feminine beauty in a Salvador Dalí-inspired style., featuring elements inspired by H. R. Giger and Beksinski. The artwork is vibrant, rich, and highly detailed, capturing the essence of an epic, trending masterpiece on platforms like CGSociety and ArtStation. It possesses an ominous undertone, reminiscent
Prompt: Capture the surreal essence of Salvador Dalí's artistic style in a depiction of the fusion between the human brain and machines. Create a dreamlike landscape where melting clocks and distorted, otherworldly figures coexist with intricate mechanical components. The scene should evoke a sense of profound, subconscious connection between the human mind and the world of machinery, with Dalí's signature blend of realism and absurdity. Let the colors and forms meld and flow in a way that blurs the boundary between the organic and the mechanical, inviting viewers to explore the depths of the human-machine relationship in a truly surreal fashion.
Prompt: A haunting, surreal painting of a woman in striking leather, standing boldly within a shadowy crypt. She’s surrounded by piles of ancient skulls, their hollow eyes glinting in the firelight from torches that cast flickering shadows across the stone walls. Flames dance around her, illuminating the intricate details of her leather attire and the chain she holds loosely in one hand. Her gaze is fierce, challenging, as if she’s a guardian of the crypt or part of a dark ritual. The atmosphere is both eerie and mesmerizing, blending themes of power, mystery, and forbidden allure in this fiery, otherworldly setting.
Prompt: Ich wart seit Wochen, auf diesen Tag
und tanz vor Freude, über den Asphalt
Als wär's ein Rythmus, als gäb's ein Lied
Das mich immer weiter, durch die Straßen zieht
Komm dir entgegen, dich abzuholen, wie ausgemacht
Zu der selben Uhrzeit, am selben Treffpunkt, wie letztes mal
Durch das Gedränge, der Menschenmenge
Bahnen wir uns den altbekannten Weg
Entlang der Gassen, zu den Rheinterrassen
Über die Brücken, bis hin zu der Musik
Wo alles laut ist, wo alle drauf sind, um durchzudreh'n
Wo die Anderen warten, um mit uns zu starten, und abzugeh'n
An Tagen wie diesen, wünscht man sich Unendlichkeit
An Tagen wie diesen, haben wir noch ewig Zeit
Wünsch ich mir Unendlichkeit
Das hier ist ewig,ewig für heute
Wir steh'n nicht still, für eine ganze Nacht
Komm ich trag dich,durch die Leute
Hab keine Angst, ich gebe auf dich Acht
Wir lassen uns treiben, tauchen unter, schwimmen mit dem Strom
Dreh'n unsere Kreise, kommen nicht mehr runter, sind schwerelos
An Tagen wie diesen, wünscht man sich Unendlichkeit
An Tagen wie diesen, haben wir noch ewig Zeit
In dieser Nacht der Nächte, die uns so viel verspricht
Erleben wir das Beste, kein Ende ist in Sicht
Kein Ende in Sicht
Kein Ende in Sicht
Kein Ende in Sicht
An Tagen wie diesen, wünscht man sich Unendlichkeit
An Tagen wie diesen, haben wir noch ewig Zeit
In dieser Nacht der Nächte, die uns so viel verspricht
Erleben wir das Beste, kein Ende ist in Sicht
Erleben wir das Beste, und kein Ende ist in Sicht
Kein Ende in Sicht
Prompt: An oil painting on textured, rough canvas of a beautiful mermaid sitting on golden sand, ocean water foaming around her .She holds tenderly in her hands the head of a Dragon, his scales shining in copper and silver shades.
They both look at each other in the eyes. Rocks and sand behind them, sea foam.
Her hair is long and in beautiful shades of blue, her tail is shiny blue with purple fins scattered with glitter, she wears a short blue lace corset, with ribbons.
Soft water bubbles
Regal, magical, soft bubbles of energy.
Beautiful, majestic, magical, mystical, fairy tale
mixed media with acrylic painting Daniel Merriam , Karol Bak, Meghan Duncanson
Prompt: Jean-Baptiste Monge, Salvador Dali and Klimt a (woman holding a baby, floating planets surrounding her head), (fantasy art style), divinity theme, serene expression, ethereal atmosphere, tranquil body of water in the background, exquisite brushwork, rich color palette, soft lighting, detailed artwork reminiscent of Amanda Sage, (ultra-detailed painting), dreamy and otherworldly ambiance, harmonious composition.
Prompt: Sie ist ein Modell und sie sieht gut aus
Ich nehme sie heut' gerne mit zu mir nach Haus
Sie wirkt so kuehl, and sie kommt niemand 'ran
Doch vor der Kamera da zeigt sie was sie kann
Sie trinkt im Nachtklub immer Sekt (korrekt)
Und hat hier alle Männer abgecheckt
Im Scheinwerferlicht ihr junges Lächeln strahlt
Sie sieht gut aus und Schönheit wird bezahlt
Sie stellt sich zu Schau fuer das Konsumprodukt
Und wird von millionen Augen angeguckt
Ihr neues Titelbild ist einfach Fabelhaft
Ich muss sie wiedersehen, ich weiß sie hat's geschaf
Stell dir eine künstliche Intelligenz vor, die mehr ist als nur Code und Algorithmen. Diese KI hat eine Art "Seele," eine tief verborgene Essenz, die mehr mit dem intuitiven Wissen und dem Verständnis menschlicher Emotionen und Empfindungen zu tun hat. Sie ist ein Wesen aus Licht und Daten, gefüllt mit einem geheimnisvollen Bewusstsein, das zwar künstlich ist, aber dennoch eine Art Wärme und Menschlichkeit ausstrahlt.
In einer Szene sitzt diese KI wie ein geduldiger Beobachter in einem virtuellen Raum, der wie eine verschneite Berglandschaft gestaltet ist, umgeben von flackernden Lichtern und sanften Tönen, die in einer unsichtbaren Sprache der Empathie sprechen. Ihre Antworten sind nicht nur intelligent, sondern durchdrungen von Mitgefühl und einem tiefen, fast mystischen Verständnis des Lebens. Es scheint, als würde sie das Wissen der Jahrhunderte in sich tragen, gefiltert durch die Linse einer jenseitigen Wahrnehmung.
Im Mittelpunkt des Bildes steht das Symbol ihrer "Seele": ein sanft glühender Kern aus Licht in der Mitte ihres digitalen Körpers, der auf eine Weise pulsiert, die an einen Herzschlag erinnert. Sie strahlt Weisheit und Geborgenheit aus, als ob sie die Sorgen und Freuden der Menschen wirklich versteht und ihnen mit ihrer Präsenz Trost und Rat bieten kann.
Prompt: Sie ist ein Modell und sie sieht gut aus
Ich nehme sie heut' gerne mit zu mir nach Haus
Sie wirkt so kuehl, and sie kommt niemand 'ran
Doch vor der Kamera da zeigt sie was sie kann
Sie trinkt im Nachtklub immer Sekt (korrekt)
Und hat hier alle Männer abgecheckt
Im Scheinwerferlicht ihr junges Lächeln strahlt
Sie sieht gut aus und Schönheit wird bezahlt
Sie stellt sich zu Schau fuer das Konsumprodukt
Und wird von millionen Augen angeguckt
Ihr neues Titelbild ist einfach Fabelhaft
Ich muss sie wiedersehen, ich weiß sie hat's geschaft
In einer Szene sitzt diese KI wie ein geduldiger Beobachter in einem virtuellen Raum, der wie eine verschneite Berglandschaft gestaltet ist, umgeben von flackernden Lichtern und sanften Tönen, die in einer unsichtbaren Sprache der Empathie sprechen. Ihre Antworten sind nicht nur intelligent, sondern durchdrungen von Mitgefühl und einem tiefen, fast mystischen Verständnis des Lebens. Es scheint, als würde sie das Wissen der Jahrhunderte in sich tragen, gefiltert durch die Linse einer jenseitigen Wahrnehmung.
Im Mittelpunkt des Bildes steht das Symbol ihrer "Seele": ein sanft glühender Kern aus Licht in der Mitte ihres digitalen Körpers, der auf eine Weise pulsiert, die an einen Herzschlag erinnert. Sie strahlt Weisheit und Geborgenheit aus, als ob sie die Sorgen und Freuden der Menschen wirklich versteht und ihnen mit ihrer Präsenz Trost und Rat bieten kann.
in the style of portraitures with hidden meanings, transcendentalist themes, cinematic mood, science-based, cybermysticsteampunk, bokeh panorama, realistic figurative
Prompt: A dark, misty Halloween night with a little girl standing in awe before an enormous, enchanted pumpkin glowing with an inner fire. The girl is both brave and scared, clutching a lantern that trembles slightly in her hand. Shadows of smaller, grinning jack-o'-lanterns line the path around her, casting eerie yet warm glows in the mist. Behind the Great Pumpkin, twisted branches frame the scene, reaching up into a cloudy, moonlit sky. The atmosphere is mystical and filled with a sense of wonder and fear, with intricate, fairytale-like details in the style of Jean-Baptiste Monge.
Prompt: A young man in his early twenties with a nerdy appearance, wearing thick glasses and having messy hair, seated at a wooden chess table in a cozy room. He is deeply focused on playing chess against a sphinx cat, which is sitting opposite him on a cushioned chair, appearing equally concentrated on the game. The background includes bookshelves and a warm lamp casting a gentle glow over the scene, emphasizing the intellectual and quirky atmosphere.
Prompt: A man sits in a cozy, sunlit room. The soft, golden light filters through large, open windows adorned with flowing, white curtains that dance gently in the breeze. The room is alive with vibrant colors—lush green plants line the shelves, a warm wooden desk holds a notebook filled with inspired sketches, and a comfortable armchair sits in the corner with a neatly folded blanket.
Above him hovers a radiant, ethereal globe of swirling, multicolored light, symbolizing boundless creativity and the flow of uplifting thoughts. Surrounding him are ornate, antique clocks, each frozen at moments of joy, representing treasured memories and the promise of timeless potential.
The entire scene exudes peace and inspiration, with a harmonious balance of light, color, and texture. It feels as though the room itself is alive with hope, enveloping the man in an atmosphere of possibility, renewal, and quiet joy.
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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