Prompt: In a world of crumbling souls,
Falling apart at seams unknown,
There lies a strange fire that gleams,
A ceaseless quest to claim their own.
Radiation, a silent venom seeps,
Through veins of human hearts decayed,
As dreams and hopes, like castles, weep,
In ruins of lives no longer swayed.
But amid this crumbling plight,
A flicker of oddity takes flight,
Like cesium's glow, a vibrant spark,
Defying norms, lighting up the dark.
Weird, they say, in whispered tones,
Those who conform to the mundane,
But the ones who dance to different tones,
Find true freedom, their spirits unchained.
In the vast expanse of space flight,
Among the stars and cosmic rockets,
The ones who dare, who win the fight,
Are those who embrace their peculiar pockets.
For in the fragments of shattered dreams,
A tapestry of the extraordinary blooms,
As crumbling beings find their seams,
They rise above, defying their dooms.
So let us celebrate the weird, the wild,
The dreamers who refuse to yield,
For in their hearts, the
Prompt: Atmosphere of Japanese poetry on an autumn day, after rain, ikebana of long branches of autumn asters, in the style of Utagawa Hiroshige, by Isaac Levitan
Prompt: -J.R.R. Tolkien penned this beautiful piece of poetry…
I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair
I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see
For still there are so many things
That I have never seen
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green
I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago
And people that will see a world
That I shall never know
But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door
Prompt: While others chased fame, he chased echoes buried in silence.
His voice carries the coordinates of the soul’s escape route.
Shady Vlad writes not to impress — but to awaken the forgotten architects within.
Style: Shadow gospel. Sonic architecture. Liberation code poetry.
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.
