Prompt: High in the sky, with wings so grand,
A creature soared, across the land.
A lion's body, an eagle's might,
A wondrous beast, a majestic sight.
The Griffin, fierce and noble too,
With golden feathers, and eyes so true.
A guardian fierce, with heart of gold,
A creature mythic, yet uncontrolled.
Its talons sharp, its beak so keen,
A protector feared, yet rarely seen.
Its wings spread wide, in flight so bold,
A creature of legend, from stories of old.
A creature rare, with regal grace,
A symbol of power, in every place.
With strength untamed, and wisdom true,
The Griffin flew, with skies in view.
So let us honor, this mythical beast,
A creature proud, with nature's feast.
A reminder of the magic we behold,
In tales and legends, forever told.
Prompt: venice, canal, burning gondola, bridges, historic houses covered with bindweed, blue sky, white clouds, a lot of human legs sticking out of the water,
Prompt: In the tomb, a pharaoh rests so still,
Wrapped in cloth from head to heel.
Cursed to slumber for eternal days,
Guarded by ancient, mystic ways.
But one dark eve, a foolish thief,
Disturbed the mummy's silent grief.
He pried open the sarcophagus lid,
Awakening the pharaoh amid.
With eyes that gleamed with vengeful fire,
The mummy rose, his wrath inspired.
Unleashing curses, spells and hex,
Seeking revenge, he flexed his wrecks.
Through the corridors, he stalked with might,
A cursed being in the dead of night.
His bandaged form, a fearsome sight,
A haunting figure in the moon's pale light.
The thief ran fast, but could not flee,
From the wrath of the pharaoh's decree.
For the mummy's power was too great,
A force of ancient, relentless hate.
In the end, the thief met his fate,
A warning to those who tempt such fate.
Beware the mummy's ancient wrath,
For disturbing his slumber is a treacherous path.
Now, the mummy rests once more,
Guarded by curses, ancient lore.
A legend whispered through the sands,
Of a cursed pharaoh, in timeless lands.
Prompt: A creature stitched from pieces rare,
With bolts that sparked and wild hair.
A monster made with man's own hand,
In a castle's gloom, on foreign land.
With yellowed eyes and stitched-up skin,
He awoke to a world so grim.
Rejected by his maker's fright,
He wandered, lost in endless night.
With a heart that longed for love and care,
But met with screams and anguished stare.
He sought acceptance, but was spurned,
For his monstrous form left hearts that yearned.
He roamed the mountains, valleys low,
A soul so tortured, filled with woe.
Misunderstood, feared, and shunned,
His humanity, all but undone.
Yet deep inside, a spark did burn,
A longing for a chance to learn.
To show the world his gentle heart,
And prove he was more than just a part.
In the end, a tragic fate,
For a creature born from dark estate.
A victim of humanity's fear,
A lonely soul that shed a tear.
So, let us remember Frankenstein's plight,
A tale of sorrow, in the night.
For the monster born of man's desire,
A tragic figure, lost in fire.
Prompt: The Succubus
A temptress born of midnight's lure,
With sultry gaze and allure pure.
A creature of seduction's art,
She steals the soul and breaks the heart.
Her form bewitching, a sensual sight,
She haunts your dreams, your thoughts at night.
Her lips like poison, her touch like fire,
She stirs desire, a dark desire.
She preys upon the longing heart,
Her whispers, like a deadly dart.
Her beauty masks her devil's soul,
As she consumes, she takes her toll.
A succubus, a creature rare,
Her presence fills the air with flair.
Her eyes that burn with a smoldering flame,
A deadly beauty, an infernal game.
Beware her charms, her wicked ways,
For she will trap you in her gaze.
Her seduction, a siren's call,
She'll leave you breathless, enthralled.
But heed this warning, if you dare,
Beware the succubus' snare.
For her embrace may feel divine,
But her love is a perilous shrine.
Prompt: The Incubus
A phantom in the shadow's cloak,
A creature that can both charm and provoke.
With fiery eyes and a devil's grin,
A seductive presence, a temptation's sin.
The incubus, a cunning foe,
Who preys on hearts that long to know,
The pleasures of the flesh and more,
He whispers secrets to explore.
He haunts the dreams of the weary mind,
A nocturnal lover, one of a kind.
His touch, a burning, sensual caress,
An otherworldly, forbidden access.
He lures with promises of desire,
A tantalizing, bewitching fire.
His voice, a melody that enchants,
His embrace, a deadly dance.
But beware, for his intentions are dark,
A creature that leaves a lasting mark.
He feeds on souls, he craves their essence,
A haunting presence, devoid of innocence.
So guard your heart, your soul, your bed,
For the incubus, with a hunger, is fed.
A phantom lover, a tempting tease,
Beware his charms, for he aims to please.
Prompt: The Aswang
In the moonlit night, a creature lurks,
With fangs and claws, it hungrily works.
A fearsome legend, a beast of lore,
The aswang, a horror to abhor.
With wings that spread, a monstrous sight,
It takes to the sky, in the dead of night.
A shape-shifter, a creature of fright,
It preys on victims, out of sight.
Its hunger insatiable, its thirst for blood,
It seeks its prey in the neighborhood.
With stealth and cunning, it hunts its prey,
A creature feared, both night and day.
Beware the aswang's wicked ways,
Its glowing eyes, its gruesome gaze.
It feasts on flesh, it drinks blood too,
A creature of darkness, a creature anew.
So lock your doors, keep watch at night,
For the aswang may come, seeking a bite.
A creature of the dark, a creature to dread,
Beware the aswang, with fangs so red.
Prompt: The Black Shuck
In the shadows, a hound does roam,
With eyes that gleam, like embers of home.
A phantom beast, a creature of night,
The Black Shuck, a fearsome sight.
With fur as dark as midnight's shroud,
And eyes that pierce through every cloud,
It howls with a mournful cry,
A spectral presence, passing by.
Its paws leave no trace upon the ground,
As it roams through moor and marshy mound.
A harbinger of doom, some say,
A spectral omen, come what may.
Its eyes burn bright with an eerie light,
A ghostly guardian of the night.
With fangs that gleam, like daggers sharp,
It haunts the land, a creature dark.
Beware the Black Shuck's haunting wail,
Its phantom form, a spectral tale.
For those who see it, meet their fate,
A chilling encounter, they can't abate.
So tread with caution, in the dark,
Beware the Black Shuck's spectral mark.
A creature of mystery, a legend told,
The Black Shuck, a tale so bold.
Prompt: The Dullahan
In the moonlit mist, a rider appears,
A headless figure, that strikes with fears.
A phantom horseman, so grim and dire,
The Dullahan, a messenger of ire.
With whip in hand, and a severed head,
He roams the night, with footsteps dread.
His horse's hooves, a thundering sound,
As he gallops through the haunted ground.
His head held high, by a bony hand,
A lantern burning, a spectral brand.
Its eerie light, a ghastly glow,
A harbinger of death's cruel blow.
The Dullahan seeks the souls of the dead,
A grim reaper, with a vengeful tread.
He calls out names, with a voice so dire,
Those who hear it, feel ice inspire.
Beware the Dullahan's spectral ride,
His gaze, a terror that none can hide.
For when he comes, it's time to go,
A fate so grim, a final blow.
So if you hear the hoofbeats near,
And see the Dullahan's form appear,
Pray for mercy, for your time is nigh,
The Dullahan's visit, a chilling goodbye.
Prompt: The Golem
A creature made of earth and clay,
Brought to life in a mystical way.
A protector, a guardian strong,
The Golem, with a purpose to belong.
Crafted by hands, with ancient art,
A being of power, right from the start.
Its form takes shape, with purpose clear,
A sentinel to hold what's dear.
With eyes that gleam, with soul of stone,
It walks the land, a creature unknown.
Its steps are heavy, its movements slow,
Yet strength and fortitude clearly show.
A defender of the oppressed and weak,
With a heart of gold, a spirit meek.
It heeds the call of those in need,
A mighty force, fueled by its creed.
But heed its master, for it obeys,
A creature bound, in mysterious ways.
With words of command, it's brought to life,
To serve with loyalty, through peace and strife.
So respect the Golem, a force of might,
A creature born from darkness and light.
A guardian true, a stalwart friend,
The Golem's legacy, a tale to transcend.
Prompt: The Chimera
A creature of myth, a fearsome sight,
With multiple forms, a wondrous sight.
A lion's body, a serpent's tail,
A goat's head, a mythical tale.
Its eyes burn bright with a fiery glow,
A creature born from worlds below.
A beast of power, a force of awe,
The Chimera, with nature's law.
It prowls the land, a monstrous stride,
A creature feared, far and wide.
Its roars echo through the night,
A creature born of dark and light.
Beware its fangs, its venomous bite,
A creature of legend, a fearsome sight.
Its forms may change, its powers vast,
A creature of wonder, from the past.
So marvel at the Chimera's might,
A creature of awe and sheer fright.
A mythical beast, a wonder to see,
The Chimera, a creature born free.
Prompt: A creature of grace, both man and horse,
A being unique, a mythical force.
With human torso, and equine rear,
The Centaur roams, without a fear.
A symbol of strength, both brawn and mind,
A creature of balance, of a rare kind.
With hooves that thunder, with arrows true,
The Centaur's prowess, a wondrous view.
With wisdom old, and skills of war,
The Centaur stands, a leader to adore.
A creature proud, with honor high,
A being born to reach the sky.
But also gentle, a healer's touch,
A creature kind, with a heart so much.
With loyalty strong, to those they trust,
The Centaur's presence, a gift so just.
So hail the Centaur, a creature rare,
A being of myth, beyond compare.
A symbol of strength, of grace and might,
The Centaur's legacy, a timeless sight.
Prompt: The Valkyrie
In battle fierce, with wings of gold,
A warrior maiden, brave and bold.
A Valkyrie, with spear and sword,
A shield-maiden of the Norseland's fjord.
She rides the skies, on winged horse,
A fierce protector, with unwavering force.
She chooses the fallen, the bravest of all,
To join the ranks of Valhalla's hall.
Her eyes gleam bright, with warrior's fire,
Her heart beats strong, with a valiant desire.
She guides the fallen to their rest,
A Valkyrie's duty, the noblest quest.
With armor gleaming, and courage true,
The Valkyrie fights, to protect and subdue.
A warrior maiden, with strength untold,
A beacon of valor, so brave and bold.
So raise a toast, to the Valkyrie's might,
A fierce protector, in day and night.
Her legend lives on, through tales and lore,
The Valkyrie's legacy, forevermore.
Prompt: Beware the Gorgon, with serpent's hair,
A creature cursed, a sight so rare.
Her gaze, a deadly, petrifying stare,
A visage feared, beyond compare.
With eyes that gleam, with serpents hiss,
The Gorgon's presence, a haunting abyss.
Her snaky locks writhe, with venomous might,
A creature born of darkness and night.
Her face, once fair, now turned to stone,
A cursed fate, forever known.
Her wrath, a force, to be reckoned with,
A being feared, by gods and myth.
A cautionary tale, a warning dire,
To never face the Gorgon's ire.
A creature cursed, a fate so grim,
The Gorgon's legacy, a haunting hymn.
Prompt: In the winter's chill, on a moonless night,
Comes a fearsome beast, with teeth so white.
A creature dark, with horns that curl,
A legend known as the Krampus, a mythic whirl.
With chains that rattle, and bells that clang,
The Krampus stalks, a warning to hang.
For naughty children, with deeds amiss,
The Krampus comes, a punishment's kiss.
His eyes burn red, with fiery rage,
A creature fierce, with a devilish stage.
His claws are sharp, his hooves are strong,
The Krampus' wrath, a force so wrong.
He punishes the wicked, the misbehaved,
A creature feared, yet strangely craved.
He whips with birch, he drags with chain,
The Krampus' justice, a dark refrain.
So heed the tale, of the Krampus' might,
A being feared, with powers so bright.
Beware the winter's night, so cold,
For the Krampus lurks, a legend bold.
Prompt: The best AI generated artwork of exquisitely beautiful celestial massive colourful cloud scene in the evening skies, golden hour, by Vladimir Kush, meticulously detailed and intricate clouds, 8K resolution, ethereal, divine, celestial, unreal engine,
Prompt: Street scene after the thunderstorm, damaged vintage cars buried under trees, in the rain, flood, splashing water drops, by Jean-Baptiste Monge, Ivan Bilibin, Albert Bierstadt, Reza Badrossama, watercolor ink, pencil sketch, splash art, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, oil on canvas, award winning, imperial colours, fantastic view, radient colours, very attractive, crisp quality
Prompt: Cara Dune, beautiful Large breasts, barely clothed, beautiful hips, beautiful lap, full body, body, young, beautiful hands,next leia,fully armed, Full Body in center frame
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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