Prompt: There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
There's a (black hat caught in a high tree top)
There's a (flag pole rag and the wind won't stop)
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(I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain)
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll (end this reign)
But it's my (destiny) to be the (king of pain)
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There's a (fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall)
(That's my soul up there)
There's a (dead salmon frozen in a waterfall)
(That's my soul up there)
There's a ((blue whale beached by a springtime's ebb))
(That's my soul up there)
There's a (butterfly trapped in a spider's web)
(That's my soul up there)
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(I've stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain)
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this (reign)
But it's my (destiny) to be the (king of pain)
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There's a (king on a throne with his eyes torn out)
There's a (blind man looking for a shadow of doubt)
There's a (rich man sleeping on a golden bed)
There's a ((skeleton choking on a crust of bread))
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(King of pain)
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There's a (red fox torn by a huntsman's pack)
(That's my soul up there)
There's a (black-winged gull with a broken back)
(That's my soul up there)
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There's a (little black spot on the sun today)
It's the same old thing as yesterday
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(I've stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the (world turning circles running 'round my brain))
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll (end this reign)
But it's my (destiny) to be the (king of pain)
Prompt: The soldier's heart races as he faces the demonic onslaught. He feels the weight of his sins and fears pressing down on him, threatening to crush his resolve. His hands shake, and his grip on the sword falters. The whispers grow louder, more insistent, and the demons close in. The weight of guilt and regret manifests as a tangible burden on his shoulders, making each breath labored and each step heavier. His vision blurs, not just from the physical strain but from the mental and spiritual torment he endures. The demonic entities, grotesque and nightmarish, mock and taunt him with every step, their forms constantly shifting, reflecting his deepest fears and doubts.
Better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.
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Prompt: Show a large symbolic red heart without any protection around it. There are small and large knives that penetrate the heart as it bleeds into a large puddle of blood beneath it. The heart symbolizes the pain that comes with love.
Prompt: A woman has the power to hide her pain and grievances all her life, without those around her knowing what's in her soul. And she cries alone when she feels she can't anymore..................hyper-detailed oil on canvas, reminiscent of old Masters' style, wallpaper and poster art, highly intricate photography, rich colors of, soft hues of blues, greens, and browns, soft and natural lighting, detailed waves, Artstation.......style of Carne Griffiths and Catrin Welz-Stein..........
Prompt: a haunting portrait of a modern arabic girl , contorted in pain, their eyes consumed by fear to convey the struggle of being bombed. Walls destroyed by bombing, natural light
Prompt: The most sexiest relationship about:
Love is a fire that burns unseen, a wound that aches yet isn’t felt, an always discontent contentment, a pain that rages without hurting,
Prompt: Tears of pain and beauty, a person standing in a downpour of shimmering crystalline drops, each drop reflecting the emotional turmoil within. The scene captures a delicate balance between beauty and agony, symbolizing a heart in distress. The figure, surrounded by a cascade of iridescent rain, appears fragile yet resilient. Their posture conveys a mix of vulnerability and strength, embodying the realization of neglecting self-care. The colors play a vital role in portraying the emotional depth: old rose symbolizes faded love, sea green represents healing, glaucous green signifies renewal, vinaceous cinnamon embodies inner turmoil, and metallic copper adds a touch of richness amidst the pain. The composition should evoke a sense of introspection and catharsis, with the raindrops both cleansing and causing wounds, mirroring the complexities of emotional neglect. The lighting should be ethereal, enhancing the reflective quality of the raindrops and casting a soft glow on the figure, emphasizing the inner struggle manifested externally. This piece aims to capture the poignant beauty in pain, inviting viewers to reflect on the importance of self-care and emotional well-being.
Prompt: No one understands, she holds the heart of the earth
In his hands, so beautiful, in a panic of inner pain.
She wanders alone, a shadow in the moonlight,
Carrying the burden of the world, a sorrow no one knows.
The earth cries in silence, tears of salt water and stone,
For she knows her fate, tied to this woman's hands.
She whispers secrets to the wind,
prayers to the stars,
Search for answers hidden in the depths of the clouds.
But no one understands her, no one shares her burden,
She is alone with the heart of the earth, trapped in an eternal pain.
Maybe one day a soul will find her,
Understand her grief and free her from this torment.
But until then, she wanders alone,
With the heart of the earth in his hands,
a fate unknown.
In a panic of inner pain, she seeks peace,
But finds only loneliness, on his eternal path.
Earth holds its breath, waiting for a miracle,
Because only she can save it, from the dark shadow that suffocates.
She is the daughter of the earth, bound to her fate,
A warrior, a protector, a soul in eternal pain.
Prompt: in the prison of her love, he finds his plight, chained to desires that burn through the night
capture the anguish, the pain untold, a portrait woven with love's bitter cold,
let the image speak of a heart's lament, of dreams shattered and hopes spent
Prompt: A French firefighter from behind holding his head as if in pain. He is standing on a mountain in the middle of the fir trees. The sky is menacing with lightning
Prompt: Description: In the darkness of despair, amidst a sea of silent screams, a lone figure stands, their silhouette shrouded in shadows. The weight of unseen burdens presses down, suffocating hope and drowning out cries for help. Their surroundings are a reflection of their inner turmoil—twisted, distorted shapes that mirror the chaos within. Yet, amid the darkness, there is a glimmer of light, a plea for rescue hidden in the depths of sorrow-stricken eyes. Can you capture the raw emotion of a soul silently crying out for salvation, trapped in a world of pain and isolation?
Keywords: despair, silent screams, lone figure, shadows, unseen burdens, suffocating, chaos, inner turmoil, sorrow-stricken eyes, plea for rescue, pain, isolation.
Prompt: The mental pressure has accumulated to the point that I fear I may burst into pieces. Physical pain may be the last strand tying my mind to reality.
Prompt: A simple portrait showing the regretful confusion and pain seen only in the eyes of a child's face who struggles to hide the guilt and shame hidden within. Peter Blake, Beth Conklin, Laurel Burch, Anni Albers, Helene Beland, Leon Bakst, Agnes Cecile.
Prompt: Thrown away
In the dark of night
Casting shadows
There is no light
The things we said
Are all but dead
Depressing visions
Cloud my head
A broken heart
That will never mend
The scars of life, they'll never end
The hopes and fears
The lies and tears
Withdrawel is hard
The pain it grows
This shadow plays
A tear on my soul
This faceless hope
Nowhere to go
I was waiting for you with open arms
No goodbyes
The pain lives on
Searching for you
In disbelief
As dawn approachеs
There is no peacе
Prompt: In a dark, dystopian world, a woman is bound in agony to machines, her body melded with cybernetic enhancements in a twisted bid for power. Tubes and wires snake around her form, digging into her flesh, transmitting both pain and power. The machines, a grotesque marriage of flesh and steel, serve as a reminder of the price of ambition and the dangers of unchecked technological advancement. In this cyborg setting, the woman is both victim and perpetrator, her existence a testament to the fine line between humanity and machine, power and pain. She screams in pain.
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.
