Prompt: "Charcoal illustration on aged parchment of a black Pegasus with wings fully outstretched, poised just before taking flight. The strokes are bold and textured, capturing the raw tension in its muscular frame. Shadows blend into the parchment's worn surface, evoking movement and strength in a minimal, expressive composition. The scene feels primal and noble, like a myth captured in ancient ash."
Prompt: Returning of the miracles
It's my own requiem
Is the script already written
Bewildered to march
As a glory knight
And I tried
I'll finish what I started, once
I'll find my holy grail
In the holy land
Prompt: Returning of the miracles,
It's my own requiem,
The jester's tears,
They are inside me,
Agony's the script for my requiem,
Returning of the miracles,
It's my own requiem,
Is the script already written,
Jester's tears I cry.
The Script for my Requiem - Blind Guardian
Prompt: Still I hear the scream of thousands:
"Crucify, crucify,
Take it all,
Our gold, our home, our life,
But we didn't kill your Christ!
Save us from the evil storm,
Enslave us and make us,
Your god's sacrifice!"
Prompt: I went out of my mind,
In desert lands,
Insanity's pawn,
Out of control,
Much too long I've been isolated,
From my thoughts,
Enclosed by the leader's spell,
Bewildered to march,
As a glory knight,
And I tried!
Prompt: Returning of the miracles,
It's my own requiem,
The jester's tears,
They are inside me,
Agony's the script for my requiem,
Returning of the miracles,
It's my own requiem,
Is the script already written,
Jester's tears I cry,
Yes, I cry!
Prompt: Born in the days of medieval,
My inner voice,
Is alway asking why,
I came from nowhere,
Without a task, without a name,
Don't fear my evil,
Fate, so god please lead me through.
Prompt: Hallowed be the fatherland,
God he knows,
How long I'd been away,
From here I did start for a search so,
Full of decease,
I still hear my cryouts,
From the old cellar's inside,
Prompt: Linocut illustration of a montain landscape with a vertical cliff adorned with lush blue-green foliage intricate with a misty and cloudy sky.
Okusai style, muted color.
Prompt: If the stars fall down on me
And the sun refused to shine
Then may the shackles be undone
May all the old words cease to rhyme
If the sky turned into stone
It will matter not at all
For there is no Heaven in the sky
Hell does not wait for our downfall
Let the voice of reason chime
Let the pious vanish for all time
God's face is hidden, all unseen
You can't ask Him what it all means
He was never on your side
God was never on your side
Let right or wrong alone decide
God was never on your side
See ten thousand ministries
See the holy, righteous dogs
They claim to heal, but all they do is steal
Abuse your faith, cheat, and rob
If God is wise, why is He still
When these false prophets call Him friend?
Why is He silent? Is He blind?
Are we abandoned in the end?
Let the sword of reason shine
Let us be free of prayer and shrine
God's face is hidden, turned away
He never has a word to say
He was never on your side
God was never on your side
Let right or wrong alone decide
God was never on your side
No, no, no
He was never on your side
God was never on your side
Never, never, never, never
Never on your side
Never on your side
God was never on your side
Never on your side
Prompt: A lover who shows me how. To make amends with all of it. Sometimes it blows my mind. I wanna fuck. Do you need me. She said she would be the one. It's Ok. The dogs they won't release me. Flesh is worn with naked feet. Ask if you can bring a friend. Drift away. Sipping orange blossom breezes. Selfish feelings. Take a bath. I'll drink the water that you leave. Pick a flower. hold your breath and drift away.
Prompt: A mysterious tablet with an unknown 13th-14th-century script is on display at the Palace of the Grand Dukes of Lithuania Museum. No one knows what it means or where it came from. LRT TV journalist Virginijus Savukynas reports.
Prompt: {Close up detailed Head and shoulders portrait of William Shakespeare, made of large block letters and numbers, dark background} [Block press, calligraphic line, abstract, bold type, Tenorite, Bierstadt, Seaford and Grandview fonts]
Prompt: Combine the stunning shape of a human body in Profil-view with Lorem-ipsum-text, bold font ASCII Art, creative writing, graphic design, she’s virtuoso hand-drawn on a fresh, light paper with black-ink
Prompt: The unwritten book full of untold stories, and between the lines something strange and glorious. Leather binding, gold leaf pages, candle light, patina of dust and time hanging in the air, in imagination. Antiquated, atmospheric, vintage, old fashioned
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.
