The Knight's Watch Verse IX - A sign of her kind favor would make him so happy
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Prompt: A sign of her kind favor would make him so happy,
For joy he wouldn't know: should he cry, should he laugh?
He now sees her resting peacefully and lying gently in bed,
If he were an eagle, he would fly to her as fast as he could.
The Knight's Watch Verse VII - Will she hear his heart's plea, will she receive him with love?
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Prompt: Will she hear his heart's plea, will she receive him with love?
Or will he be put to the test, what will it require?
But one thing is certain, as a nobleman, he is a brave knight,
And he withstands the blows of fate, no matter how bitter they may be.
Prompt: 16:9 format of a delicate ink and watercolor wash rendering on rough handmade paper of poem number 13, Emperor Yōzei, of the Ogura Hyakunin Isshu: "From Tsukuba's peak Falling waters have become Mina's still, full flow: So my love has grown to be Like the river's quiet deeps." The image focuses on a silver, glittering waterfall cascading from the green, richly wooded peak of Mount Tsukuba. At the bottom of the waterfall, a deep, dark-blue pool with a swirling pattern forms. From the pool, the gentle, blue river Mina issues forth. Exquisite Japanese folio.
The Knight's Watch Verse X - With a smile on his face, he falls asleep on this dark night
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Prompt: With a smile on his face, he falls asleep on this dark night,
The fire is now burning down, his loyal warhorse is keeping watch with him,
But his love gives him strength and keeps his heart so warm,
For in the distance she waits, sleeping softly and quietly, the heart-throb of his love.
The Knight's Watch Verse V - The lover appears before his eyes, he sees her in his thoughts
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Prompt: The lover appears before his eyes, he sees her in his thoughts,
The sight delights him deeply, no, he will never waver,
He would give everything for the moment, to see her in the face,
If he can hug her tenderly, he can confess his love to her.
Prompt: 16:9 format of a delicate ink and watercolor wash rendering on rough handmade paper of poem number 12, The Monk Henjo, of the Ogura Hyakunin Isshu: "Let the winds of heaven Blow through the paths among the clouds And close their gates. Then for a while I could detain These messengers in maiden form." The image shows four beautiful Gosechi dancers in their colorful, elaborate, ornamented, multi-layered silk kiminos called jūni-hitoea, holding cypress fans, wearing their hair in an elaborate hairdo, and dancing to celebrate the rice harvest. Above the dancers, ominous, dark clouds are gathering decoratively, blown together by a strong wind. The purpose of the clouds is to detain the four "heavenly madens" from returning to heaven. Exquisite Japanese folio.
Prompt: Ethereal portrait of a beautiful ancient goddess. “Hmong Textile Patchwork" By Enki Bilal & Paul Klee & Jennifer Lommers & Hans Hartung & Meghan Duncanson & Mark Rothko & Dee Nickerson & Victor Brauner & Didier Lourenço & ∞
Prompt: Natuur is voor tevredenen of legen.
En dan: wat is natuur nog in dit land?
Een stukje bos, ter grootte van een krant,
Een heuvel met wat villaatjes ertegen.
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Geef mij de grauwe, stedelijke wegen,
De in kaden vastgeklonken waterkant,
De wolken, nooit zo schoon dan als ze, omrand
Door zolderramen, langs de lucht bewegen.
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Alles is veel voor wie niet veel verwacht.
Het leven houdt zijn wonderen verborgen
Tot het ze, opeens, toont in hun hoge staat.
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Dit heb ik bij mijzelve overdacht,
Verregend, op een miezerige morgen,
Domweg gelukkig, in de Dapperstraat.
IT WILL BE AUTUMN XV - In dreams, he travels to her, to his love, his happiness
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Prompt: In dreams, he travels to her, to his love, his happiness, and his cat, with gentle paws, settles down beside him, as both drift into peaceful slumber.
Prompt: My thorny thoughts, my thorny thoughts,
You bring me only woe!
Why do you on the paper stand
So sadly row on row? ...
Why did the winds not scatter you
Like dust across the steppes?
Why did ill-luck not cradle you
To sleep upon its breast? ...
My thoughts, my melancholy thoughts,
My children, tender shoots!
I nursed you, brought you up -- and now
What shall I do with you? ...
Go to Ukraine, my homeless waifs!
Your way make to Ukraine
Along back roads like vagabonds,
But I'm doomed here to stay.
There you will find a heart that's true
And words of welcome kind,
There honesty, unvarnished truth
And, maybe, fame you'll find ...
So welcome them, my Motherland,
Ukraine, into your home!
Accept my guileless, simple brood
And take them for your own!
Prompt: as life seems to pass you by, no one seems to look or try, to see the reality of this all, and understand everyone has to fall, with understanding and truth, even though I am only still in youth, and as I fall and rise again, and you should know I can, but if I need help for any cause, remember that everyone falls.
Prompt: I met a traveler from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
Kelly Freas, Zdzisław Beksiński, Gerald Brom, complementary colors, underground comix, oil on canvas, fantastical, fantasy, ominous, fantasycore, storybook illustration
Prompt: Watercolor in the style of Josephine Wall, Tomasz Allen Kopera, Dariusz Zawadzki, Andreja Peklar, Ivan Shiskine, a whimsical scene set in a cozy, rustic study with an anthropomorphic fox sitting at a wooden desk. The fox has a detailed, furry face with large, expressive eyes and protruding ears. Dressed in a historical, earthy coat with a belt, the fox is diligently writing in an open sketchbook displaying intricate drawings. The setting includes a cluttered wooden desk adorned with various artist's supplies and tools, and a small bookshelf filled with vessels and knick-knacks; all bathed in soft, natural light streaming through a window. In the foreground, two smaller anthropomorphic foxes, reminiscent of fox cubs, curiously watch the fox from the corner, adding a playful touch to the scene. The overall mood is one of creativity and charm, with a rich color palette of brown, green and soft beige tones.
Prompt: The world was made by an Egyptian god
at the potter's wheel. He took land and water from the Nile and he spun them in his mind until the light. From the light he imagined the woman and the flowers. But the woman resembled the jug and when he lifted it to drink, the potter was dizzy - and his palms
caressed the overturned pitcher beside him. That's when the song was born.
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.
