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.
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.
Prompt: art by H.R. Giger, pale white skin 24 years old goddess beautiful; full body, watercolor and ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, colorful, fantastic view, crisp quality; One third rule
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.
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.
Prompt: pale white skin 24 years old goddess beautiful Drow Lolth ; full body, watercolor and ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, colorful, fantastic view, crisp quality One third rule, art by Boris Vallejo
Prompt: Speedpainting. 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, aquarelle in vivid colorful tones, ink brush, watercolor, smooth and graceful and intriguing. Shabby chic, nostalgic vibes. Art by Boris Vallejo
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
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.
Prompt: Speedpainting. 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, aquarelle in vivid colorful tones, ink brush, watercolor, smooth and graceful and intriguing. Shabby chic, nostalgic vibes. Art by Boris Vallejo
Prompt: Speedpainting. 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, aquarelle in vivid colorful tones, ink brush, watercolor, smooth and graceful and intriguing. Shabby chic, nostalgic vibes. Art by Boris Vallejo
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.
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.
Prompt: Speedpainting. pale white skin 24 years old goddess beautiful lifebound muse, sexy blonde curly hair, aquarelle in vivid colorful tones, ink brush, watercolor, smooth and graceful and intriguing. Shabby chic, nostalgic vibes. Art by Boris Vallejo
Prompt: Speedpainting. pale white skin 24 years old goddess beautiful lifebound muse, sexy blonde curly hair, aquarelle in vivid colorful tones, ink brush, watercolor, smooth and graceful and intriguing. Shabby chic, nostalgic vibes. Art by Boris Vallejo
Prompt: Speedpainting. pale white skin 24 years old goddess beautiful lifebound muse, sexy red curly hair, aquarelle in vivid colorful tones, ink brush, watercolor, smooth and graceful and intriguing. Shabby chic, nostalgic vibes. Art by Boris Vallejo
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. art by Boris Vallejo
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Prompt: white skin 24 years old goddess beautiful, Atlantean ; full body, by Jean-Baptiste Monge, watercolor and ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, colorful, fantastic view, crisp quality One third rule
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.
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