Prompt: A bleak fantasy world where the sky is opening, and thousands of black spheres fall from a rend in the sky. This event is meant to end the world, and the Goddess Hecate is behind the disaster.
The image should be a digital painting in a dark and foreboding style. The sky should be a deep, dark blue, and the ground should be barren and rocky. The black spheres should be large and ominous, and they should be falling from a rift in the sky that is filled with swirling clouds. (((The Goddess Hecate should be standing in the foreground, and she should be surrounded by a dark aura. She should be wearing a black robe, and she should have long, flowing hair. Her eyes should be red, and she should have a cruel smile on her face.)))
The image should be both beautiful and terrifying, and it should capture the sense of dread and hopelessness that is felt by the people of the world as they watch the end of the world unfold before their eyes.
Prompt: In a realm of gears and wires, with bolts and screws,
A cyborg emerged, with a heart that still clues.
Half human, half machine, a marvel of tech,
With circuits and code, a mechanical trek.
Metallic limbs and glowing eyes,
A fusion of man and machine, no surprise.
A cyborg's strength, unmatched and vast,
Yet within beats a heart, human and steadfast.
Through battles fought and foes defeated,
A cyborg's purpose, never retreated.
But deep within, a longing stir,
For something more, a heart's whisper.
Amidst the wires and circuits' hum,
A yearning for emotions to come.
To understand love, joy, and pain,
A cyborg's quest, to feel again.
With every beat, a human touch,
A connection sought, ever so much.
For though the shell may be of steel,
A heart of warmth, a soul to heal.
In this fusion of metal and heart,
A cyborg finds their place, a fresh start.
A being both machine and human art,
A tale of a cyborg, a story apart.
Prompt: In the darkness of the night,
With twinkling wings, a fairy's flight.
She flutters softly, light as air,
Her tiny form, so dainty and fair.
Her mission clear, her purpose bright,
To visit children, while they sleep tight.
With pouch in hand, filled with delight,
She seeks out teeth, lost in the night.
With gentle touch and toothy grin,
She swaps for coins, a fairy's spin.
Leaving treasures, small and neat,
For children's joy, a magical feat.
Her wings aflutter, she takes to flight,
Vanishing into the dawn's soft light.
Leaving dreams and smiles behind,
A tooth fairy's magic, one of a kind.
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.