Prompt: In a canvas woven with threads of time, the anguish of forgotten voices emerges. A symphony of silenced stories, a testament to resilience, takes shape. Brushstrokes of empathy blend hues of suffering and strength, crafting a masterpiece that echoes the whispers of history's marginalized souls. As colors dance, narratives intertwine, revealing the unbreakable spirit that thrives amid adversity. The art embodies the pain of oppression, the beauty of endurance, and the hope that persists against all odds. Each stroke captures a heartbeat, each shade an emotion, creating a vivid portrayal of humanity's intricate tapestry, waiting to be unveiled and felt.
Prompt: Amidst the shattered fragments of forgotten dreams, a lone tree stands resolute. Its branches, once adorned with vibrant life, now bear the scars of time's passage. Yet, it refuses to yield to the weight of solitude. Each gnarled limb tells a tale of resilience, a testament to nature's enduring spirit. The canvas of its bark, etched with the poetry of seasons, whispers secrets of ancient lands. Against a backdrop of twilight's gentle hues, this solitary sentinel evokes the poignant beauty of endurance and the profound grace of nature's inexorable dance with time—a visual symphony that resonates deep within the heart.
Prompt: Zentagle extreme effect, landscape with Variegated splashes of color, fantastical surrealist, elegant, storm clouds, beautiful high-definition acrylic art sunrise, watercolor patchwork, by Daniel Merriam, Ivan Bilibin, Ernst Haeckel, Joe Fenton, Alphonse Mucha, Tending on Artstation,
Prompt: Prompt, weird surreal, cute, happy, monsters piling into a taxi cab, in the style of surrealistic horror painter, caricature-like figures, intricate and bizarre illustrations
Prompt: She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close."
watercolor delicate sobriety fine lines in shades of gray and blue watercolor and ink
Prompt: I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
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.