Prompt: oil painting fantasy anime dwarf vox machina A poor young man wanders in a dark alley lit by an old lamppost which reveals a little fog. the dwarf is in a dank dark alley with tall brick walls. He cries and hides under a long, dilapidated coat, worn by time, a coat reaching down to his knees. His shoes have holes. He wears an old hat trimmed with a white feather that he stole from a pigeon. He likes to feed the pigeons who accompany him and who are his only friends. A fine drizzle falls gently on them.
Prompt: oil painting fantasy anime dwarf vox machina A poor young man wanders in a dark alley lit by an old lamppost which reveals a little fog. the dwarf is in a dank dark alley with tall brick walls. He cries and hides under a long, dilapidated coat, worn by time, a coat reaching down to his knees. His shoes have holes. He wears an old hat trimmed with a white feather that he stole from a pigeon. He likes to feed the pigeons who accompany him and who are his only friends. A fine drizzle falls gently on them.
Prompt: Outside the great wall, buildings clustered as if every town he had passed through had been gathered and set down there, sidebyside and all pushed together. Inns thrust their upper stories above the tile roofs of houses, and squat warehouses, broad and windowless, shouldered against them all. Red brick and gray stone and plastered white, jumbled and mixed together, they spread as far as the eye could see. Baerlon could have vanished into it without being noticed, and Whitebridge swallowed up twenty times over with hardly a ripple.
And the wall itself. The sheer, fiftyfoot height of pale gray stone, streaked with silver and white, swept out in a great circle, curving to north and south till he wondered how far it must run. All along its length towers rose, round and standing high above the wall's own height, redandwhite banners whipping in the wind atop each one. From inside the wall other towers peeked out, slender towers even taller than those at the walls, and domes gleaming white and gold in the sun. A thousand stories had painted cities in his mind, the great cities of kings and queens, of thrones and powers and legends, and Caemlyn fit into those minddeep pictures as water fits into a jug.
Prompt: a dragonborn that looks like Thomas Jefferson, writing on one piece of parchment with a feather quill in his right hand, from the point of view of over the table, ultrarealistic, soft lighting, 8k | photorealism style he is a dragonborn
Prompt: Hanging walkway of the double helix of DNA, constructed of spider's web glistening with dewdrops. Watson and Crick. Ethereal woman in filmy green dress that trails behind her delicately walks the pathway.
Prompt: a warder, protector of spell casters. He is a monk that uses razor sharp wrist razors to destroy his enemies. He is od the Maize College of wizard.
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.