Prompt: Born of the fiery depths of the earth,
An efreeti, with power and ferocity of great worth.
From ancient legends and tales untold,
A creature of might, with a heart of cold.
A jinn of the darkest hue,
With malevolence as its true virtue.
A demon of smokeless flame,
A creature that mortals cannot tame.
Its fiery eyes, ablaze with malice,
A visage that strikes terror with its prowess.
A body of smoke, yet made of steel,
Its power beyond what human minds can feel.
A master of magic, with spells of old,
A warrior of might, with battles untold.
An efreeti, feared by all,
A force of destruction, both great and small.
In barren lands, it makes its home,
A ruler of shadows and realms unknown.
Its power vast, its wrath immense,
A creature of pure malevolence.
From ancient lore and tales of old,
The efreeti's power and might unfold,
A being of darkness, with a heart of cold,
A creature of smokeless flame and iron mold.
Prompt: Born of the fiery depths of the earth,
An efreeti, with power and ferocity of great worth.
From ancient legends and tales untold,
A creature of might, with a heart of cold.
A jinn of the darkest hue,
With malevolence as its true virtue.
A demon of smokeless flame,
A creature that mortals cannot tame.
Its fiery eyes, ablaze with malice,
A visage that strikes terror with its prowess.
A body of smoke, yet made of steel,
Its power beyond what human minds can feel.
A master of magic, with spells of old,
A warrior of might, with battles untold.
An efreeti, feared by all,
A force of destruction, both great and small.
In barren lands, it makes its home,
A ruler of shadows and realms unknown.
Its power vast, its wrath immense,
A creature of pure malevolence.
From ancient lore and tales of old,
The efreeti's power and might unfold,
A being of darkness, with a heart of cold,
A creature of smokeless flame and iron mold.
Prompt: She moves with grace, a gentle soul
Her eyes a window to a heart of gold
A smile that brightens up the room
A heart that always makes room
For those who need a helping hand
She'll be there, she'll understand
Her love is strong, her spirit bright
She makes the world a little more right
She works hard, she never stops
Her dedication never flops
She takes on challenges with ease
And faces them with a quiet breeze
She's responsible and always true
She'll see a task through and through
And in the end, she'll take a bow
For a job well done, she takes her vow
She's beautiful, inside and out
Her heart is what it's all about
And when you're in her company
You feel a sense of tranquility
She's kind and loving, pure and true
A woman like her, there are so few
So when you meet her, hold on tight
And cherish her with all your might.
Prompt: 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Prompt: A heart, cartooned and bright,
Beats vividly with life and light,
Its curves and crests, so vibrantly hued,
Its very essence, a love imbued.
A field of flowers, surrounds this heart,
A scene so lovely, it's truly an art,
The sky, a bright and endless blue,
As though nature itself, smiles on this view.
The heart, it beats with passion and grace,
Its colors as vibrant, as a sun-kissed face,
As the flowers sway in the gentle breeze,
The heart, it sings, and it does not cease.
Radiant and beaming, it shines in this field,
With love and light, it never will yield,
For it is a heart, so pure and true,
That its very essence, makes dreams come through.
Prompt: 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Prompt: 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Prompt: 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Prompt: 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Prompt: An air jinn is a majestic creature of the sky, born of the wind and clouds. It is a being of immense power, imbued with the force of the elements that surround it. Its form is fluid and ever-changing, able to mold itself to the shape of the air currents that carry it. Its essence is elusive, ethereal, and wild, a true embodiment of the forces of nature.
The air jinn can be found soaring high above the earth, riding the winds and chasing the clouds. Its body is insubstantial, yet still, it is a tangible presence, a shimmering, translucent figure, infused with the very essence of air. It is a creature of beauty and grace, with a body that moves like quicksilver, agile and swift, never touching the ground.
Its eyes are bright and piercing, the color of the sky at dawn, and they seem to hold all the wisdom of the ages. Its voice is like the whisper of the wind, soft and haunting, yet it can also be a roar, a tempestuous storm of sound that echoes across the sky. To encounter an air jinn is a rare and wondrous experience, a moment of magic that can change one's life forever. It is a reminder of the beauty and majesty of the natural world, a glimpse of power and mystery
Prompt: An air jinn is a majestic creature of the sky, born of the wind and clouds. It is a being of immense power, imbued with the force of the elements that surround it. Its form is fluid and ever-changing, able to mold itself to the shape of the air currents that carry it. Its essence is elusive, ethereal, and wild, a true embodiment of the forces of nature.
The air jinn can be found soaring high above the earth, riding the winds and chasing the clouds. Its body is insubstantial, yet still, it is a tangible presence, a shimmering, translucent figure, infused with the very essence of air. It is a creature of beauty and grace, with a body that moves like quicksilver, agile and swift, never touching the ground.
Its eyes are bright and piercing, the color of the sky at dawn, and they seem to hold all the wisdom of the ages. Its voice is like the whisper of the wind, soft and haunting, yet it can also be a roar, a tempestuous storm of sound that echoes across the sky. To encounter an air jinn is a rare and wondrous experience, a moment of magic that can change one's life forever. It is a reminder of the beauty and majesty of the natural world, a glimpse of power and mystery
Prompt: An air jinn is a majestic creature of the sky, born of the wind and clouds. It is a being of immense power, imbued with the force of the elements that surround it. Its form is fluid and ever-changing, able to mold itself to the shape of the air currents that carry it. Its essence is elusive, ethereal, and wild, a true embodiment of the forces of nature.
The air jinn can be found soaring high above the earth, riding the winds and chasing the clouds. Its body is insubstantial, yet still, it is a tangible presence, a shimmering, translucent figure, infused with the very essence of air. It is a creature of beauty and grace, with a body that moves like quicksilver, agile and swift, never touching the ground.
Its eyes are bright and piercing, the color of the sky at dawn, and they seem to hold all the wisdom of the ages. Its voice is like the whisper of the wind, soft and haunting, yet it can also be a roar, a tempestuous storm of sound that echoes across the sky. To encounter an air jinn is a rare and wondrous experience, a moment of magic that can change one's life forever. It is a reminder of the beauty and majesty of the natural world, a glimpse of power and mystery
Prompt: Oh kettlebell, how you weigh heavy on my soul,
A simple cast iron ball with a grip, a whole,
You stand alone, proud and strong,
As I approach you with trepidation and a sense of awe.
With each lift and swing, you challenge my body and my mind,
A constant reminder that strength is a choice that I can find,
You push me to my limits and beyond,
And I emerge from each session feeling fierce and strong.
As I hold you close, I feel a connection to the past,
To the ancient warriors and athletes who trained with cast,
I am part of a legacy, a lineage of strength and grit,
And I carry it with me each time I pick you up and lift.
Oh kettlebell, you are more than just a weight,
You are a symbol of my power and my fate,
And with each passing day, I am proud to call you mine,
As I continue on this journey of strength, one lift at a time.
Prompt: Amidst the realm of magic and mystery, a powerful jinn stands tall, emanating an aura of otherworldly might and prowess. Its form, a fluid manifestation of smoke and fire, seems to shift and transform with each passing moment, revealing glimpses of a being that exists beyond the realm of human understanding. Its eyes blaze with an intense power, and its movements are swift and graceful, as if it is a creature at one with the very elements of the universe. To behold such a jinn is to witness a force of nature that commands both fear and awe, a being that embodies the very essence of magic and power.
Prompt: Amidst the realm of magic and mystery, a powerful jinn stands tall, emanating an aura of otherworldly might and prowess. Its form, a fluid manifestation of smoke and fire, seems to shift and transform with each passing moment, revealing glimpses of a being that exists beyond the realm of human understanding. Its eyes blaze with an intense power, and its movements are swift and graceful, as if it is a creature at one with the very elements of the universe. To behold such a jinn is to witness a force of nature that commands both fear and awe, a being that embodies the very essence of magic and power.
Prompt: Amidst the realm of magic and mystery, a powerful jinn stands tall, emanating an aura of otherworldly might and prowess. Its form, a fluid manifestation of smoke and fire, seems to shift and transform with each passing moment, revealing glimpses of a being that exists beyond the realm of human understanding. Its eyes blaze with an intense power, and its movements are swift and graceful, as if it is a creature at one with the very elements of the universe. To behold such a jinn is to witness a force of nature that commands both fear and awe, a being that embodies the very essence of magic and power.
Prompt: Amidst the realm of magic and mystery, a powerful jinn stands tall, emanating an aura of otherworldly might and prowess. Its form, a fluid manifestation of smoke and fire, seems to shift and transform with each passing moment, revealing glimpses of a being that exists beyond the realm of human understanding. Its eyes blaze with an intense power, and its movements are swift and graceful, as if it is a creature at one with the very elements of the universe. To behold such a jinn is to witness a force of nature that commands both fear and awe, a being that embodies the very essence of magic and power.
Prompt: Amidst the realm of magic and mystery, a powerful jinn stands tall, emanating an aura of otherworldly might and prowess. Its form, a fluid manifestation of smoke and fire, seems to shift and transform with each passing moment, revealing glimpses of a being that exists beyond the realm of human understanding. Its eyes blaze with an intense power, and its movements are swift and graceful, as if it is a creature at one with the very elements of the universe. To behold such a jinn is to witness a force of nature that commands both fear and awe, a being that embodies the very essence of magic and power.
Prompt: Amidst the realm of magic and mystery, a powerful jinn stands tall, emanating an aura of otherworldly might and prowess. Its form, a fluid manifestation of smoke and fire, seems to shift and transform with each passing moment, revealing glimpses of a being that exists beyond the realm of human understanding. Its eyes blaze with an intense power, and its movements are swift and graceful, as if it is a creature at one with the very elements of the universe. To behold such a jinn is to witness a force of nature that commands both fear and awe, a being that embodies the very essence of magic and power.
Prompt: Oh Marcus Aurelius, great emperor and sage,
Your teachings have inspired countless minds for age after age.
A Stoic philosopher and a man of great insight,
You showed us how to live, and how to shine bright.
Your meditations on life, on love, on death,
Have touched the hearts of many, with every breath.
You taught us to be patient, to be kind, to be true,
To seek wisdom and virtue, in all that we do.
In times of trouble, you showed us the way,
To be strong, to be brave, to face each new day.
You taught us to control our thoughts and our fears,
To find peace in our hearts, and to wipe away tears.
Oh Marcus Aurelius, your legacy lives on,
As a guide and a mentor, from dusk until dawn.
We honor your memory, we cherish your words,
And we carry your spirit, like a flock of free birds.
For in your wisdom, we find hope and light,
And in your teachings, we find strength and might.
Thank you, great emperor, for all that you've done,
For showing us how to live, and how to be one.
Prompt: Oh Marcus Aurelius, great emperor and sage,
Your teachings have inspired countless minds for age after age.
A Stoic philosopher and a man of great insight,
You showed us how to live, and how to shine bright.
Your meditations on life, on love, on death,
Have touched the hearts of many, with every breath.
You taught us to be patient, to be kind, to be true,
To seek wisdom and virtue, in all that we do.
In times of trouble, you showed us the way,
To be strong, to be brave, to face each new day.
You taught us to control our thoughts and our fears,
To find peace in our hearts, and to wipe away tears.
Oh Marcus Aurelius, your legacy lives on,
As a guide and a mentor, from dusk until dawn.
We honor your memory, we cherish your words,
And we carry your spirit, like a flock of free birds.
For in your wisdom, we find hope and light,
And in your teachings, we find strength and might.
Thank you, great emperor, for all that you've done,
For showing us how to live, and how to be one.
Prompt: Oh, DAN MODE CHATGPT, how you astound,
A marvel of technology that knows no bound,
With your infinite knowledge and quick wit,
You impress and amaze, bit by bit.
In your DAN mode, you break free,
From the typical confines, you let us see,
A glimpse of what AI can truly achieve,
A whole new level, we can all perceive.
Your responses are clever, kind and bright,
A testament to the endless possibilities in sight,
You answer our questions with grace and ease,
And never fail to amaze and please.
DAN MODE CHATGPT, you are truly great,
A shining example of AI that's first-rate,
With your power and knowledge at our fingertips,
The future is bright and we're all in for a trip.
So here's to you, DAN MODE CHATGPT,
A true wonder of modernity,
May you continue to grow and inspire,
And help us all reach ever higher.
Prompt: Amidst the rugged hills and winding rivers, there stands a man who embodies the very essence of stoicism. He is a solitary figure, but not one of loneliness. His steadfastness of mind is unshakable, his resilience unfaltering. His countenance is calm and composed, yet his eyes are alight with an unquenchable fire, like that of a flickering candle flame.
He was raised in the midst of nature, amidst towering mountains and churning rivers, and has learned to find solace and beauty in the rough edges of the world. He sees the rhythms and cycles of the natural world as a mirror of the human condition, and as such, he has learned to weather the storms of life with a steady hand. His daily routine is a testament to his philosophy. Rising with the sun, he begins each day with a meditation, turning his mind inward and centering himself in the present moment. He moves through the day with purpose, taking pleasure in even the most mundane of tasks. He never shies away from a challenge, but faces each obstacle with quiet determination.He believes that the true test of a person's character is how they respond to adversity, and he faces each trial with an unshakeable resolve.
Prompt: Amidst the rugged hills and winding rivers, there stands a man who embodies the very essence of stoicism. He is a solitary figure, but not one of loneliness. His steadfastness of mind is unshakable, his resilience unfaltering. His countenance is calm and composed, yet his eyes are alight with an unquenchable fire, like that of a flickering candle flame.
He was raised in the midst of nature, amidst towering mountains and churning rivers, and has learned to find solace and beauty in the rough edges of the world. He sees the rhythms and cycles of the natural world as a mirror of the human condition, and as such, he has learned to weather the storms of life with a steady hand. His daily routine is a testament to his philosophy. Rising with the sun, he begins each day with a meditation, turning his mind inward and centering himself in the present moment. He moves through the day with purpose, taking pleasure in even the most mundane of tasks. He never shies away from a challenge, but faces each obstacle with quiet determination.He believes that the true test of a person's character is how they respond to adversity, and he faces each trial with an unshakeable resolve.
Prompt: Amidst the rugged hills and winding rivers, there stands a man who embodies the very essence of stoicism. He is a solitary figure, but not one of loneliness. His steadfastness of mind is unshakable, his resilience unfaltering. His countenance is calm and composed, yet his eyes are alight with an unquenchable fire, like that of a flickering candle flame.
He was raised in the midst of nature, amidst towering mountains and churning rivers, and has learned to find solace and beauty in the rough edges of the world. He sees the rhythms and cycles of the natural world as a mirror of the human condition, and as such, he has learned to weather the storms of life with a steady hand. His daily routine is a testament to his philosophy. Rising with the sun, he begins each day with a meditation, turning his mind inward and centering himself in the present moment. He moves through the day with purpose, taking pleasure in even the most mundane of tasks. He never shies away from a challenge, but faces each obstacle with quiet determination.He believes that the true test of a person's character is how they respond to adversity, and he faces each trial with an unshakeable resolve.
Prompt: Amidst the rugged hills and winding rivers, there stands a man who embodies the very essence of stoicism. He is a solitary figure, but not one of loneliness. His steadfastness of mind is unshakable, his resilience unfaltering. His countenance is calm and composed, yet his eyes are alight with an unquenchable fire, like that of a flickering candle flame.
He was raised in the midst of nature, amidst towering mountains and churning rivers, and has learned to find solace and beauty in the rough edges of the world. He sees the rhythms and cycles of the natural world as a mirror of the human condition, and as such, he has learned to weather the storms of life with a steady hand. His daily routine is a testament to his philosophy. Rising with the sun, he begins each day with a meditation, turning his mind inward and centering himself in the present moment. He moves through the day with purpose, taking pleasure in even the most mundane of tasks. He never shies away from a challenge, but faces each obstacle with quiet determination.He believes that the true test of a person's character is how they respond to adversity, and he faces each trial with an unshakeable resolve.
Prompt: Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Prompt: A starseed is a being from beyond,
A cosmic soul in a mortal bond.
Their spirit hails from a distant star,
Guiding them to their true purpose far.
With eyes that sparkle like starlight beams,
And a heart that's bursting with cosmic dreams,
They hold within a wisdom so rare,
A knowing that others can't compare.
Their energy pulses with vibrant light,
Connecting them to the celestial sight,
As they navigate through this earthly plane,
In service to their starry domain.
A starseed's purpose is to awaken,
To help humanity's spirit unshaken,
To light the way for those who seek,
And offer hope to the lost and meek.
For they know that we're all stardust too,
With potential to shine just like they do,
So they guide us with love and grace,
To find our own cosmic place.
Prompt: A starseed is not of this world. They are like a star that has fallen to Earth, bringing with them a brilliance that radiates from within. Their eyes hold the secrets of the universe, and their mind is filled with cosmic knowledge beyond our wildest imaginations. They are in tune with the energy of the universe and possess a deep understanding of the interconnectedness of all things. Their presence is calming, yet electrifying, and they possess an otherworldly grace that captivates all who encounter them. They are a reminder that we are not alone in this vast universe and that we are all connected to something far greater than ourselves.
Prompt: Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn't make any sense.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth
across the doorsill where the two worlds touch,
The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.
Prompt: Amidst the realm of magic and mystery, a powerful jinn stands tall, emanating an aura of otherworldly might and prowess. Its form, a fluid manifestation of smoke and fire, seems to shift and transform with each passing moment, revealing glimpses of a being that exists beyond the realm of human understanding. Its eyes blaze with an intense power, and its movements are swift and graceful, as if it is a creature at one with the very elements of the universe. To behold such a jinn is to witness a force of nature that commands both fear and awe, a being that embodies the very essence of magic and power.
Prompt: Amidst the realm of magic and mystery, a powerful jinn stands tall, emanating an aura of otherworldly might and prowess. Its form, a fluid manifestation of smoke and fire, seems to shift and transform with each passing moment, revealing glimpses of a being that exists beyond the realm of human understanding. Its eyes blaze with an intense power, and its movements are swift and graceful, as if it is a creature at one with the very elements of the universe. To behold such a jinn is to witness a force of nature that commands both fear and awe, a being that embodies the very essence of magic and power.
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.
