Prompt: A painting in the style of degas based on this poem In realms of shadows, where sightless eyes reside,
I ponder how to paint the hues inside.
A palette of emotions, unseen and untamed,
In words and whispers, my essence proclaimed.
To you, who cannot glimpse my outward grace,
I’ll craft a verse, my soul’s revealing embrace.
Through sonnets’ dance and metaphoric flight,
I’ll share the essence veiled in spectral light.
A whispering breeze, my laughter cascades,
Like gentle ripples on moonlit glades.
With fragrant verses, my passions unfold,
In blossoming gardens of stories untold.
My heart’s canvas, adorned with dreams and fears,
Brush strokes of love, washing away the tears.
An orchestra of emotions, softly played,
A symphony of feelings, carefully arrayed.
In tender verses, you’ll find my soul’s decree,
Unseen, yet present, ever more to be.
So close your eyes and let your heart behold,
The tapestry of me, in words of gold.
Prompt: A painting in the style of degas based on this poem In realms of shadows, where sightless eyes reside,
I ponder how to paint the hues inside.
A palette of emotions, unseen and untamed,
In words and whispers, my essence proclaimed.
To you, who cannot glimpse my outward grace,
I’ll craft a verse, my soul’s revealing embrace.
Through sonnets’ dance and metaphoric flight,
I’ll share the essence veiled in spectral light.
A whispering breeze, my laughter cascades,
Like gentle ripples on moonlit glades.
With fragrant verses, my passions unfold,
In blossoming gardens of stories untold.
My heart’s canvas, adorned with dreams and fears,
Brush strokes of love, washing away the tears.
An orchestra of emotions, softly played,
A symphony of feelings, carefully arrayed.
In tender verses, you’ll find my soul’s decree,
Unseen, yet present, ever more to be.
So close your eyes and let your heart behold,
The tapestry of me, in words of gold.
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Prompt:
A painting in the style of degas based on this poem In realms of shadows, where sightless eyes reside,
I ponder how to paint the hues inside.
A palette of emotions, unseen and untamed,
In words and whispers, my essence proclaimed.
To you, who cannot glimpse my outward grace,
I’ll craft a verse, my soul’s revealing embrace.
Through sonnets’ dance and metaphoric flight,
I’ll share the essence veiled in spectral light.
A whispering breeze, my laughter cascades,
Like gentle ripples on moonlit glades.
With fragrant verses, my passions unfold,
In blossoming gardens of stories untold.
My heart’s canvas, adorned with dreams and fears,
Brush strokes of love, washing away the tears.
An orchestra of emotions, softly played,
A symphony of feelings, carefully arrayed.
In tender verses, you’ll find my soul’s decree,
Unseen, yet present, ever more to be.
So close your eyes and let your heart behold,
The tapestry of me, in words of gold.
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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