Prompt: The surface of the world became scorched. Nothing could survive from the low lands and the seas.
Only those in the mountain regions barely survived the natural solar apocalypse.
From these mountainous regions the survivors built their sky city. Astaren. An entire land mass powered by magnetic crystal, found deep within the mountain, used as the engine to keep the city afloat in the high altitudes where the air is still cooler. A drifting landscape taking a continuous safe flight path around the once habitable earth now consumed with unbreathable gases.
Prompt: The deceptively thin figure of the dark clad vampire stood poised for battle in the face of the four, determined human hunters that had hunted the creature of the night down finally
Prompt: The Pacifiers, tall, ethereal, slender and garbed in white robes turned as one, the tranquil faces emanating calm energy as the singular antenna at the centre of their individual foreheads key to a frequency unknown
Prompt: The Pacifiers, tall, ethereal, slender and garbed in white robes turned as one, the tranquil faces emanating calm energy as the singular antenna at the centre of their individual foreheads key to a frequency unknown
Prompt: Garbed in a full body skin tight suit of black leather body armour, the Crimson Cowl stood poised to bring his dark version of justice to bear upon criminals
Prompt: The voluptuous priestess lifted a face shrouded in shadow, to reveal malevolent eyes glowing from within the depths of her hood.
Dark energies coruscated around her, as a low reverberation of barely contained chaos strained against the restraints of an ordered universe for grim release.
The hour of lust filled madness unleashed, was rapidly approaching.
Her lush lips parted in a welcoming smile, as she extended her tongue eagerly to taste darkness.
Prompt: The corrupted hooded monk lifted a face shrouded in shadow, to reveal malevolent eyes glowing from within the depths of his hood.
Dark energies coruscated around him as a low reverberation of barely contained chaos strained against the restraints of an ordered universe for grim release.
The hour of madness unleashed, was rapidly approaching.
Prompt: The staccato syncopated rhythm of gunfire punctuated the neon lit night of Lagoon City's Cinder district as the warring gangs of cybernetically enhanced youths fought over turf that was old before their parents, forebears even made it onto this Earth like planet.
They did what all disenfranchised kids had done for millennia of human existence.
Fight.
Heavy combat armour stolen from a broken into bunker, was turning the tide of battle in Deathless Danni's favour as it deflected a fusillade of incoming fire from a rival gang members flechette carbine.
She returned fire with her repurposed vintage SMG and smiled beneath her helmets visor as she heard the screams of her stricken enemies, rising into the night sky.
She was in heaven amongst the carnage.
Prompt: She stood tall and proud, clad in obsidian armour with her golden tresses shining brightly in the sun.
Her sisters were with her, casting about amongst the dead and dying warriors strewn across the blood soaked battlefield.
For they were gathered all, Valkyries of Lord Odin, assembled to reap the grim harvest of the dead and carry them aloft, on to the Halls of Valhalla.
Prompt: The two warriors stood together peering out across the icy wasteland that stretched out before them in all its bleached white bleakness.
The man, tall, bald and clad in a heavy, armoured combat suit designed for extra speed and augmented strength, squints in the early morning sun glistening off the snow covered landscape.
His dark African skin gleams under the sun's rays even as his suit's thermal circuitry shields him from the cold.
His breath frosts as he exhales and looks to his partner.
She stands just off to his left.
Thin and deceptively slight in appearance, she is equally clad in obsidian combat armour.
Her hair cascades as she removes her helmet and stares off into the distance.
Golden tresses standing stark against her gleaming armour and she grips her ancient axe with a fierceness that brings a knowing smile to her partner's dark hued visage.
He recognised that look and realised that his face was similarly set as they prepared to hunt their bestial quarry.
The last Werewolf of Terra.
Prompt: And thus it was, that our intrepid quartet faced off against an eldritch horror risen from the depths of an unknowable destination twice removed from our reality.
With guns and swords drawn, we stood ready to dance with death as pawns cast upon a chessboard warred upon by dark deities.
Prompt: Four African Investigators comprised of two men and two women, are hunting a serial killer stalking a dystopian futuristic African nation.
Unbeknownst to them, their quarry is an African vampire with a taste for human blood that's unquenchable.
Prompt: Sword drawn, the dead eyed thing stood poised, lank strands of hair blown back in the sudden wind arisen from the west.
I saw it as clear as day.
My executioner, waiting patiently for me to take the first step into deaths eternal embrace.
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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