Prompt: Day I go - secret corners
night I spend the night - unknown paths;
no father, no mother -
father to curse,
mother to weep...
My woe
you Pirin mountain!
Sea of black
Constantinople wine.
I fight with an enemy - measure for measure,
with a good I enjoy - faith for faith's sake;
I have no brother, no sister -
brother to praise me,
and sister to pity...
My woe
saber of scorn!
Sea of hot
Edirne brandy.
God worships - let him worship,
the king reigns - will he reign forever?
I have no love, first love -
to wait for me
and mourn me...
My woe
rifle of fire!
Sea thin
Salonika girl
If only, my love, if only,
if only your blond hairs were forged gold...
I would trade a nice for a nice
fed horse,
trade for good,
to chase Turks!
If only, my love, if only,
if only your black eyes were fire diamonds...
I would trade a nice for a nice
rifle boilie,
trade for good,
to beat Turks!
If only, my love, if only,
if only your white teeth were pearl beads...
I would trade a nice for a nice
saber at will,
trade for good,
to slaughter Turks!
A beautiful forest - a pusiya,
where a rifle boilie is looking.
People are returning from the market,
Lazo, the farmer, will go;
hey, the beech leaves have fallen -
a bullet will catch up with Laza,
voivode.
- "They are returning with people from the market,
Lazo the peasant will pass by;
the beech leaves have fallen -
misfortune.
a bullet will catch Lazo
to the grave...
And a slap burns my head,
the pain torments my soul,
my friend."
- A rod for a light bulb, a thorn,
where a cursed outlaw is eating.
Lazo is known throughout the world,
a black glutton and in blood;
he repays evil to the evil
a hero who walks for glory,
voivode.
- "Lazo is known throughout the world,
a black glutton and in blood;
he repays evil to the evil one -
and let him! -
A hero who walks for glory
forever...
And I am sorry for the pity-fatigue,
Laz's daughter burns,
my friend.
You dream a dream, oh joylessness,
a desolate youth,
a grave in the wilderness, an orphan's grave
under the thick foliage.
And on the grave, oh joylessness,
a desolate youth,
a cross-bow - a heroic cross,
and a chicken on the cross.
Morning chicken, oh joylessness,
a desolate youth,
sing, ordering how the orphan
orphan has passed.
Evening chicken, oh joylessness,
a desolate youth,
sing, ordering how the hero
hero has perished.
I dreamed a dream, oh joylessness,
a desolate youth,
I dreamed a dream, a dream of doom -
I dreamed You are a grave...
Prompt: Abstract cubism-suprematism and art nouveau mix landscape of a giant hand holding a hammer threatening to crush a fanciful charriot, over a desolate plain. Masterful and blended palette of intense greens, red, light blue, light brown, white.
Alcohol - one of the most dangerous drugs ever! #DiversitySaturday (with a delay)
Model:
Nano Banana 2
(Pro)
Size:
1200 X 896
(1.08 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Iin the Ruhr area in 21st century Germany, today, a poor middle-aged man in poor clothes and with disheveled hair sits sadly and hungover on his sofa in a messy apartment, in front of him on the living room table are many half-empty and empty whiskey bottles, beer cans, beer bottles, liquor bottles and wine bottles A sad and thoughtful scene. highly detailed, intricate, intricate details, high definition, crisp quality, beautiful lighting, pencil sketch, watercolor, dramatic lighting, Deep shadows, Warm colors, warm light, LNF, YDL
Very difficult path to a Safe Future - Embracing Fate: A Bold Escape Adventure
Model:
EssenceOfReality
Size:
1728 X 1296
(2.24 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: A Leap into the Unknown: A Final Escape
In a moment of defiance, a blue car drives off a cliff, embracing fate in a powerful act of liberation.
Never again means never again - Never again is now! #DiversitySaturday #WeRemeber #NeverAgain
Model:
ChatGPT
(Pro)
Full
Size:
2352 X 1323
(3.11 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: In a foggy night, after End of World War Two, an very old woman walks on railway tracks, tenderly holding the hand of a ghostly young girl ghost. In the background, the blurred outlines of a concentration camp recall the horrors of the past. This old woman, a survivor of the Holocaust, returns for the first time in decades to the site of her imprisonment. The young girl at his side, a manifestation of his memories and his lost comrades, accompanies him on this emotional journey. Together, they revisit dark, bright moments from this tragic period, seeking to find peace and honor the memory of those who never returned. frosty cold winterly mood. Black and white charcoal Drawing, YDL, Charcoal, Darwing,
Prompt: A full-body depiction of the Moirai, the embodiment of fate and time, portrayed as a woman standing calmly within a timeless space.
She has long blonde hair and clear blue eyes, her expression composed and knowing.
Fine threads of light and shadow extend from her hands, crossing the space around her like paths of destiny.
Some threads glow softly, others fade into darkness, suggesting beginnings, endings, and irreversible choices.
Her posture is steady and grounded, conveying inevitability, balance, and quiet authority rather than judgment.
The surrounding space feels suspended beyond time — neither dark nor bright, but still and infinite.
The image focuses on meaning, symbolism, and presence, capturing the silent moment where fate is held but not yet cut.
Prompt: Old master painting... On an ancient weathered stone bridge, a good heroic knight in silver armor with a green-yellow coat of arms and an evil black knight bad guy in black armor with a blood-red cloak face each other in an epic sword duel. It is sunset, a fog is rising, a dark and eerie atmosphere, dramatic and dynamic scene. ... in the style of Titian. Dark enchanted Forest background... old master style, oil on canvas, oil paints, oil panting, painting, canvas, old masters, masterpiece
Prompt: In a surreal and thought-provoking hospital scene, a figure resembling a well-known public figure lies on a hospital bed, appearing contemplative and serious. The figure has distinctive orangeyellow hair styled in a quiff and is dressed in a light blue hospital gown. Surrounding him are various medical equipment and monitors displaying vital signs, suggesting a critical medical situation.
To the left, a depiction of Jesus Christ is shown, with long, flowing brown hair and a serene expression, wearing a simple, flowing white robe. He gestures gently, conveying a tone of compassion and authority.
Conversely, to the right, a devilish figure with red skin, sharp features, and menacing horns embodies an opposing force. This figure has an expression of mischievous glee, showcasing sharp teeth. He is clad in a dark, tattered outfit.
Above them, speech bubbles highlight their dialogue: "You take him" from Jesus, and "No,you take him" from the devil, emphasizing a moral dilemma.
The overall setting is dimly lit but with a heavenly glow surrounding the figure of Jesus. The stark contrast between the compassionate and the malevolent creates a compelling narrative, inviting viewers to reflect on themes of life, death, and moral choices.
Prompt: A lone figure stands at the center of an immense void, surrounded by fragments of shattered memories floating like glass. Each fragment reflects a different moment — joy, loss, triumph, failure — swirling around in slow motion as if time itself is questioning them. Above, a celestial light breaks through the darkness, illuminating only the person’s face — their eyes filled with both guilt and wonder.
The ground beneath them is cracked but glowing faintly, as if their pain is giving birth to something new. Behind them, faint silhouettes of people fade in and out — representing every path not taken, every life that could have been. The atmosphere feels timeless, almost sacred — like the entire universe has paused to ask a single question: “Why you?”
Mist and faint cosmic dust drift through the air, shimmering in shades of blue, violet, and gold. There’s no clear answer, only emotion — regret, destiny, and strange beauty intertwined. The scene should feel both intimate and vast — the moment when the human soul stands face-to-face with the mystery of existence.
Prompt: Fate never puts on someone else's shoes.
Whatever it gives you is yours.
When you turn a few years old, you realize that a person is never safe from anything, even stupid things.
Out of stupidity, we have left places where we should have stayed and stayed where we should have run as far away from as possible.
Fate always gives a second chance - elegantly, like a royal pardon or like a kick, but it gives it.
Never again means never again - Never again is now! #DiversitySaturday #WeRemeber #NeverAgain
Model:
Ideogram
Size:
1152 X 864
(1.00 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: In a foggy night, after End of World War Two, an very old woman walks on railway tracks, tenderly holding the hand of a ghostly young girl ghost. In the background, the blurred outlines of a concentration camp recall the horrors of the past. This old woman, a survivor of the Holocaust, returns for the first time in decades to the site of her imprisonment. The young girl at his side, a manifestation of his memories and his lost comrades, accompanies him on this emotional journey. Together, they revisit dark, bright moments from this tragic period, seeking to find peace and honor the memory of those who never returned. Black and white pencil sketch, pencil sketch, dark and sad atmosphere
Prompt: “Fate is coming for me, answer the phone.
The hands wait until you’re all alone.
It pulls the strings and makes them ring
Until your heart gets ripped up
Prompt: “Fate is coming for me, answer the phone.
The hands wait until you’re all alone.
It pulls the strings and makes them ring
Until your heart gets ripped up
Prompt: It takes a special breed to endure, let alone fight in sub-zero temperatures. Under the cloak of darkness and heavy snow storms, they strike with deadly accuracy. Combining both swift and ruthless punishment, they take what they want and leave only destruction in their midst
Prompt: Under moonlight coded in binary stars, the prophet doesn’t preach — he remixes reality. Every verse he drops unzips the sky, revealing gears behind fate. Those who laughed now listen with trembling chests.
Style: Glitch mysticism. Sacred algorithm. Audio prophecy.
Prompt: Old master painting... On an ancient weathered stone bridge, a good heroic knight in silver armor with a green-yellow coat of arms and an evil black knight bad guy in black armor with a blood-red cloak face each other in an epic sword duel. It is sunset, a fog is rising, a dark and eerie atmosphere, dramatic and dynamic scene. ... in the style of Titian. Dark enchanted Forest background... old master style
Prompt: In a foggy night, On a foggy, cold and dark night, shadowy, sad ghostly figures stand behind a barbed wire fence in Auschwitz Birkenau. An oppressive and sad atmosphere that reminds us of the indescribable atrocities of the past.
Charcoal Drawing, Charcoal, Drawing,
Prompt: More about The Law of Fate and Universal Balance
The concept explores the idea that altering destiny by removing individuals can lead to catastrophic consequences, suggesting that the universe operates under strict, unchangeable laws of fate
Prompt: This introspective piece explores themes of fate, control, and inner conflict. The narrator grapples with a powerful, unseen force that shapes their existence, feeling both enslaved and empowered in a tumultuous world.
Whispers of Eternity and Control хкаххах сталин и тецкатлипока
Model:
DaVinci2
Size:
1152 X 864
(1.00 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Let's talk about eternity with you:
Of course, I'm to blame for a lot of things!
But SOMEONE also ruled my fate.,
I felt THAT omnipresent gaze.
He didn't give me any sleep or rest.
HE lived in me and ruled over me.
And I, as a slave to the UNIVERSAL MOOD,
He ruled the country with an iron will.
Who was my secret SUPREME LORD?
What did HE want by controlling me?
I, like a slave, judge and executor, Was EVERYTHING over this impoverished country.
And everything was incomprehensible then:
Where did strength, will, and power come from?
My soul is like a car wheel,
I've been grinding my passion
And only then, in the spring of '45,
HE whispered softly in my ear:
"You were my novice, a soldier
And your rest is not far away!"
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.
