Prompt: Series in 5 panels:
Panel 1:
Image: A phone with Facebook open. A message from "Narakul" lights up on the screen.
Text: "Narakul came to me on Facebook."
Panel 2:
Image: A close-up of the message from Narakul. It says: "I miss you dearly."
Text: The heart is pounding in the chest. A mixture of joy and sorrow flows through the body.
Panel 3:
Image: A flashback to a warm memory with Narakul. They laugh and hug each other.
Text: The thoughts fly back to the good times. The loss increases, but also brings a smile to the face.
Panel 4:
Image: The person writes a reply to Narakul. Fingers fly over the keyboard.
Text: The words flow out. They will tell Narakul,
how much they also miss them.
Panel 5:
Image: The phone vibrates. A new message from Narakul appears.
Text: Hope sprouts. Maybe this is the beginning of reconnecting.
Prompt: On a cloudy night, a vampire reflects on his lost love, enveloped in memories of elegance and intimacy. The scene is rich with cinematic lighting, highlighting the depth of his emotions and longing.
Prompt: very beautiful tender young, innocent, very attractive woman, bride from Latvia, accurate anatomy and large realistic blue eyes, in a reach, awesome, classic, elegant, lace cream wedding dress, traditional, photorealistic, creamy realistic skin, elegant, intricate, detailed facial features, highly textured, feathered headdress, shoulder jewelry, diamonds, pearls, insanely detailed, intricate, Leonardo da Vinci, cozy, elegant, classic, love
On the back: beautiful forest, sunny day, Cat's Palace, Latvian folk tale, beautiful cats, no writing, no signature
Prompt: loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing
That I know
And when it gets hard
You know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive
We keep this love in a photograph
We make these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And time's forever frozen still
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home
Loving can heal
Loving can mend your soul
And is the only thing
That I know, know
I swear it will get easier
Remember that with every piece of ya, mmm
And it's the only thing we take with us when we die, mmm
We keep this love in a photograph
We make these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts were never broken
And time's forever frozen still
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
And if you hurt me
Well, that's okay, baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Oh, you can fit me
Inside the necklace you got when you were 16
Next to your heartbeat where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul
And if you hurt me
Well, that's okay, baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go
When I'm away
I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost back on 6th street
Hearing you whisper through the phone
Wait for me to come home
Prompt: I wish that heaven had visiting hours
So, I could just show up and bring the news
That she's getting older, and I wish that you met her
The things that she'll learn from me
I got them all from you
Can I just stay a while, and we'll put all the world to rights?
The little ones will grow, and I'll still drink your favourite wine
And soon they're going to close, but I'll see you another day
So much has changed since you've been away
I wish that heaven had visiting hours
So, I could just swing by and ask your advice
What would you do in my situation
I haven't a clue how I'd even raise them
What would you do?
'Cause you always do what's right
Can we just talk a while until my worries disappear
I'd tell you that I'm scared of turning out a failure
You'd say, "Remember that the answer's in the love that we create"
So much has changed since you've been away
I wish that heaven had visiting hours
And I would ask them if I could take you home
But I know what they'd say, that it's for the best
So, I will live life the way you taught me
And make it on my own
And I will close the door, but I will open up my heart
And everyone I love will know exactly who you are
'Cause this is not goodbye, it is just 'til we meet again
So much has changed since you've been away
Prompt: A massive tree stands alone in a vast field, its roots twisting into the earth like veins. Its leaves are translucent and shimmer in shades of gold, silver, and green, each leaf holding a faintly glowing image of a memory: a child playing, lovers embracing, and an elder reading. Beneath the tree, the ground is covered in soft, radiant moss. A figure sits at the base, reaching for a glowing leaf that descends gently, its light illuminating their face with a nostalgic expression. In the distance, the horizon glows faintly with the soft light of dawn.
Prompt: Oh Angie, don't you weep,
all your kisses still taste sweet
I hate that sadness in your eyes
But Angie , Angie
ain't it time we said goodbye?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, I still love you, baby
Everywhere I look I see your eyes
There ain't a woman that comes close to you
Come on baby , dry your eyes
But Angie , Angie, ain't it good to be alive?
Angie, Angie,
they can't say we never tried
Prompt: One day, she stumbled on an app called Sparkle. It wasn’t flashy. No tracking, no ads. It claimed to offer “a little joy, right when you need it”—just a soft chime and a feel-good quote, a compliment, or a memory from your own photo gallery. It didn’t do much, and that’s what people loved.
Prompt: One day, she stumbled on an app called Sparkle. It wasn’t flashy. No tracking, no ads. It claimed to offer “a little joy, right when you need it”—just a soft chime and a feel-good quote, a compliment, or a memory from your own photo gallery. It didn’t do much, and that’s what people loved.
Prompt: ((Masterpiece)), ((A mysterious place in my dreams)), high resolution, intricate details, 8k, wallpaper, concept art, Use stunning color oil drawing on textured paper. By Van Gogh and Picasso.
“The Foxglove Circuit of the Cicada Memory Choir”
Electric cicadas roost on towering foxglove plants, vibrating the memories of extinct insects into the leaves each decade.
Painter fusion: Yayoi Kusama, Francis Picabia, Joan Miró.
Prompt: ((Masterpiece)), ((A mysterious place in my dreams)), high resolution, intricate details, 8k, wallpaper, concept art, Use stunning color oil drawing on textured paper. By Van Gogh and Picasso.
“The Foxglove Circuit of the Cicada Memory Choir”
Electric cicadas roost on towering foxglove plants, vibrating the memories of extinct insects into the leaves each decade.
Painter fusion: Yayoi Kusama, Francis Picabia, Joan Miró.
Prompt: She stood at the edge of the cliff where sunlight danced in the wind, eyes closed, heart wide open. The wind carried memories now - wild laughter among the trees, the warm touch of moss beneath bare feet, the sparkle of fireflies weaving wishes through twilight. In the quiet, the grown elf listened not to the forest, but to the voice she’d carried all along. A voice small, bright, and forever hers.
“I remember when we laughed until we fell,” said the child within her. “When the river knew our secrets and the stars called us by name.” The older self smiled, her hand resting lightly on the bark of her favorite ancient tree, the one that had always bent a little closer when she needed it most. “Don’t let me fade,” the inner voice whispered. “Remind me I mattered. That I still do.”
So the grown one knelt beside a flower they once named “Tickletuft,” her fingers brushing its petals. “You do matter,” she replied aloud. “You are the root of everything I became. The fire in my soul, the breeze that lifts my courage.” The child’s joy rippled through her - pure and unfiltered - and suddenly, she wasn’t alone in her body, not entirely. They were two, walking together again.
Every hill they had climbed, every song they had sung, every friend they’d loved - it all returned, like echoes lighting up the long path behind her. “When I was scared,” the child’s voice said, “you kept going for me.” The elf’s eyes filled with tears. “And now, when I grow weary,” she replied, “it’s your spark that pulls me back.”
Prompt: He channels every unspoken memory from the stars' dark side.
Shady Vlad is not an artist — he's an echo engineer.
Each line a map back to the origin before language.
Style: Stellar noise. Pre-verbal prophecy. Archetype resurge.
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.
