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: The wound is the place where the light enters you. All day I think of those I love And how much they've grown Into life's elaborate tapestries Of which I wanted to be a part. I long to see their faces again, To hear their laughter, To feel the warmth of their embrace, To be burned by the fire of their love. Yet even as I yearn for their presence, I know that I am not alone, For their love burns within me, Guiding me through the darkness, And lighting my way home.
Prompt: A beautiful indigo-haired girl holds a sparkling fireflies in a large glass jar in front of her. In the style of art of Reylia Slaby, Catrin Welz-Stein and Jean Baptiste Monge. Magic surrealism, vibrant pastel colours, magical, enchanting, ethereal, dreamy. Perfect realistic open blue eyes. Audrey Hepburn.
Prompt: A realm of beyond the limits of the physical world, a place where consciousness flows like a river and holds all knowledge within its depths. The birthplace of thought, memory and emotions, a storehouse of all that has ever been or will be. It is etheral beauty where the boundaries between time and space fade away and the mind is free to roam amidst a sea of radiant light. The air is thick with the fragrance of wisdom and the whispers of ancient souls and the ground is soft and plush with the accumulation of lifetimes. The sky is a canvas of vibrant hues painted by the infinite possibilities of creation and the infinte expressions of the soul. in the distance one can see the glimmer of a temple with towering spires reaching towards the heavens, holding the Akashic records. Deimos and Phobos. Art by Jean Giraud
Prompt: A realm of beyond the limits of the physical world, a place where consciousness flows like a river and holds all knowledge within its depths. The birthplace of thought, memory and emotions, a storehouse of all that has ever been or will be. It is etheral beauty where the boundaries between time and space fade away and the mind is free to roam amidst a sea of radiant light. The air is thick with the fragrance of wisdom and the whispers of ancient souls and the ground is soft and plush with the accumulation of lifetimes. The sky is a canvas of vibrant hues painted by the infinite possibilities of creation and the infinte expressions of the soul. in the distance one can see the glimmer of a temple with towering spires reaching towards the heavens, holding the Akashic records. Deimos and Phobos. Art by Jean Giraud
Prompt: A realm of beyond the limits of the physical world, a place where consciousness flows like a river and holds all knowledge within its depths. The birthplace of thought, memory and emotions, a storehouse of all that has ever been or will be. It is etheral beauty where the boundaries between time and space fade away and the mind is free to roam amidst a sea of radiant light. The air is thick with the fragrance of wisdom and the whispers of ancient souls and the ground is soft and plush with the accumulation of lifetimes. The sky is a canvas of vibrant hues painted by the infinite possibilities of creation and the infinte expressions of the soul. in the distance one can see the glimmer of a temple with towering spires reaching towards the heavens, holding the Akashic records. art by Jean Giraud
Prompt: A realm of beyond the limits of the physical world, a place where consciousness flows like a river and holds all knowledge within its depths. The birthplace of thought, memory and emotions, a storehouse of all that has ever been or will be. It is etheral beauty where the boundaries between time and space fade away and the mind is free to roam amidst a sea of radiant light. The air is thick with the fragrance of wisdom and the whispers of ancient souls and the ground is soft and plush with the accumulation of lifetimes. The sky is a canvas of vibrant hues painted by the infinite possibilities of creation and the infinte expressions of the soul. in the distance one can see the glimmer of a temple with towering spires reaching towards the heavens, holding the Akashic records. art by Jean Giraud
Prompt: A realm of beyond the limits of the physical world, a place where consciousness flows like a river and holds all knowledge within its depths. The birthplace of thought, memory and emotions, a storehouse of all that has ever been or will be. It is etheral beauty where the boundaries between time and space fade away and the mind is free to roam amidst a sea of radiant light. The air is thick with the fragrance of wisdom and the whispers of ancient souls and the ground is soft and plush with the accumulation of lifetimes. The sky is a canvas of vibrant hues painted by the infinite possibilities of creation and the infinte expressions of the soul. in the distance one can see the glimmer of a temple with towering spires reaching towards the heavens, holding the Akashic records. art by Mobius
Prompt: pale white skin 24 years old goddess beautiful lifebound muse, sexy black curly hair, wet translucent blue night dress ; full body,. by Jean-Baptiste Monge, watercolor and ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, colorful, fantastic view, crisp quality One third rule, art by Mobius
Prompt: pale white skin 24 years old goddess beautiful lifebound muse, sexy black curly hair, wet translucent blue night dress ; full body,. by Jean-Baptiste Monge, watercolor and ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, colorful, fantastic view, crisp quality One third rule, art by Mobius
Prompt: generate some dragon crochet patterns for cute animals S<AI highly detailed digital painting very attractive beautiful award winning fantastic view crisp quality very cute acrylic art in sunshine
Prompt: generate some dragon crochet patterns for cute animals S<AI highly detailed digital painting very attractive beautiful award winning fantastic view crisp quality very cute acrylic art in sunshine
Prompt: generate some dragon crochet patterns for cute animals S<AI highly detailed digital painting very attractive beautiful award winning fantastic view crisp quality very cute acrylic art in sunshine
Prompt: generate some dragon crochet patterns for cute animals S<AI highly detailed digital painting very attractive beautiful award winning fantastic view crisp quality very cute acrylic art in sunshine
Prompt: Gorgeous Ethereal Angel wearing a long flowing dress with long wavy hair golden glowing sunlight reflecting on her hair, face & wings, art by J Scott Campbell
Prompt: Speedpainting.
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.
Shabby chic, nostalgic vibes.
Prompt: Speedpainting.
'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.
Shabby chic, nostalgic vibes.
Prompt: Speedpainting.
'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.
Shabby chic, nostalgic vibes.
Prompt: Speedpainting.
the twilight of the world, a wanderer walked into the void, eyes as vast and endless as the night sky above. They moved with a grace that belied their age and a serenity that echoed the secrets of the universe. People whispered in hushed tones, speaking of the wanderer's promises of knowledge and wisdom, of the secrets they held and the answers they could give. And yet, as the wanderer passed through the throngs, their eyes locked on each passerby with a knowing gaze, as if silently communicating that the answers to the universe lay within the hearts of all who crossed their path. With each step, the wanderer gave a glimmer of hope, a spark of possibility that perhaps the mysteries of existence could be unlocked, not through some grand revelation, but through the simple act of seeing the world and each other with a deeper understanding.
Shabby chic, nostalgic vibes.
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: As an artist and poet, I would describe the Akasha as a place of ethereal beauty, where the boundaries between time and space fade away, and the mind is free to roam amidst a sea of radiant light. The air is thick with the fragrance of wisdom and the whispers of ancient souls, and the ground is soft and plush with the accumulation of lifetimes worth of memories.
The sky is a canvas of vibrant hues, painted by the infinite possibilities of creation and the infinite expressions of the soul. In the distance, one can see the glimmer of a temple, its towering spires reaching towards the heavens. The temple is said to house the Akashic Records, the collective consciousness of all that has ever been and all that will be.
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.
