Prompt: Behold, the Book of Revelations, Chapter 3,
A call to rise, a plea to see,
To churches, seven, the messages sent,
To awaken, revive, and not relent.
To Sardis, the first, a wake-up call,
A name that lives, but strength did fall,
Repent, and strengthen what remains,
Lest death's cold grip, your soul enchains.
Philadelphia, the second, found favor's door,
A faithful church, to shine evermore,
With open doors, none can shut tight,
Blessings poured, in His radiant light.
To Laodicea, the third, a stern rebuke,
Lukewarm and self-sufficient, they mistook,
Buy gold refined, white garments wear,
Anoint your eyes, with heavenly care.
Ephesus, the fourth, once loved Him strong,
But lost their first love, as time prolonged,
Return, repent, and do the deeds,
Or face removal, of lampstand's seeds.
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done,
In Pergamum, the fifth, warnings run,
Against false teachings, they must strive,
To conquer and gain, the gift of life.
To Smyrna, the sixth, persecution's fire,
Prompt: a man standing in front of a stained glass window, a digital rendering, inspired by Ed Paschke, neo-dada, futuristic ballroom. big eyes, nicholas cage, android jones and chris dyer, album art for a trance dj, portrait of jeff bezos, mixing solarpunk, portrait of pee-wee herman, intense stare, in the style dora maar, terrified
Prompt: Apocalypse Unveiled - Revelation Chapter One
Behold the words of prophecy, divine,
Unveiling mysteries of the end of time,
In Patmos' isle, John, the seer,
A vision of grandeur did appear.
The sky ablaze with glory's light,
A sight that filled him with awe and fright,
A voice like thunder, a trumpet's call,
A vision majestic, surpassing all.
In robes of white, the Son of Man,
His eyes like fire, a master plan,
Seven stars, seven lampstands bright,
Symbolizing churches, in His sight.
The Alpha, Omega, the First, the Last,
The Living One, the die He cast,
Exiled on the isle, John did see,
The unveiling of eternity.
His pen did capture, with trembling hand,
The vision's essence, the truth so grand,
To the seven churches, a warning sent,
A call to repent, to be fervent.
Apocalyptic visions, unveiled to view,
A revelation of the things anew,
A glimpse of heaven, a glimpse of hell,
A prophecy foretelling, the final bell.
The Book of Revelations, Chapter One,
A prelude to mysteries, yet to be done,
A poetic saga, of visions bright,
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Prompt: The seventh trumpet sounded, a herald's cry,
And John saw a vision that caught his eye,
Two witnesses clothed in garments of white,
Proclaiming God's truth, with unwavering might.
For forty-two months, their witness proclaimed,
In sackcloth and fire, their voices untamed,
Foretelling of judgments, calamities dire,
A warning to all, a call to inspire.
No one could harm them, till their time was through,
They were protected, by God's hand true,
But when their mission came to an end,
The beast arose, to make its amend.
The witnesses slain, the world rejoiced,
Their bodies lay lifeless, their voices silenced,
But after three days, a miracle unfolded,
They rose again, as God had foretold it.
A great fear struck those who witnessed the sight,
As God's power displayed its sovereign might,
The witnesses ascended to heaven's abode,
Amidst awe and wonder, the hand of God.
The seventh trumpet faded, the vision passed,
Leaving a message that forever would last,
Of faithful witnesses who stood for the truth,
Upholding God's Word, in their fearless youth.
Prompt: A wondrous sight, appeared in the sky,
A woman adorned with the sun's bright dye,
Clothed with the moon, beneath her feet,
A crown of stars, a vision complete.
She was with child, about to give birth,
To the promised one, the hope of earth,
But a dragon red, with a venomous snare,
Waited to devour, with evil's glare.
The dragon, with its tail, swept a third of the stars,
To earth it fell, with darkened scars,
Seeking to devour the child with might,
But the child was caught up, in God's saving light.
The woman fled, to a place prepared,
By God's own hand, she was safely ensnared,
For time, and times, and half a time,
She was hidden from the dragon's crime.
A war in heaven, then did arise,
Michael and his angels, in battle guise,
Fighting the dragon, the ancient foe,
But it was defeated, cast down below.
The dragon, in rage, pursued the rest,
The offspring of the woman, he sought to infest,
Those who hold to God's testimony,
And follow His ways, with faithful glory.
But the woman was given wings of a dove,
To soar to safety, on wings of love,
Prompt: A fearsome beast rose from the sea,
With seven heads and ten horns, an eerie decree,
Blasphemous names adorned its frame,
And power and authority, it boldly claimed.
The beast was like a leopard, swift and sly,
Its feet like a bear, ready to pry,
Its mouth like a lion, roaring loud,
Exuding power, drawing a crowd.
The world marveled, in awe and dread,
And followed the beast, with hearts misled,
They worshiped it, in awe-struck awe,
Admiring its power, with trembling jaw.
The beast was given, by the dragon's might,
Authority to rule, with great fright,
For forty-two months, it held sway,
Enforcing its mark, in a dire display.
A mark upon the hand, or on the head,
A number, the mark of the beast, widespread,
No one could buy, or sell, or trade,
Without the mark, a choice to be made.
But those who refused, to bow and kneel,
Were persecuted, with wounds to heal,
They held on to faith, unwavering strong,
Enduring tribulation, amid the throng.
Another beast, with lamb-like guise,
Exercised authority, with cunning eyes,
Prompt: Amidst the darkness, a vision bright,
A glimpse of glory, in heavenly light,
John saw a Lamb, upon Mount Zion,
With His redeemed, a triumphant reunion.
A hundred and forty-four thousand strong,
The chosen ones, who suffered long,
Redeemed from earth, a blameless throng,
Singing a new song, with voices strong.
Three angels followed, with messages clear,
Proclaiming truth, for all to hear,
A warning to those, who worshiped the beast,
With consequences dire, for the mark of the least.
An everlasting gospel, proclaimed by the first,
To every nation, tribe, and tongue, dispersed,
Calling all to fear God, and worship Him alone,
For judgment is coming, from His eternal throne.
The second angel's cry, a proclamation dire,
Babylon has fallen, consumed by fire,
A warning to those, who follow her ways,
To turn from sin, and escape its blaze.
The third angel's warning, a solemn call,
To resist the beast, and not to fall,
For those who take the mark, in worship's name,
Will face God's wrath, eternal shame.
Prompt: John saw a vision, a wondrous sight,
Seven angels with plagues, clothed in white,
With bowls of wrath, in their command,
To execute God's judgment, as He planned.
And he beheld, a sea of glass,
Mingled with fire, like a radiant mass,
And those who conquered, the beast's cruel reign,
Standing by the sea, a triumphant refrain.
They sang the song, of Moses' might,
And the Lamb's glory, in heavenly light,
A song of praise, to the Holy One,
For His righteous judgments, now begun.
The angels prepared, to pour their bowls,
Of wrath upon the earth, with heavy tolls,
And the temple's sanctuary, filled with smoke,
A sign of God's presence, a divine evoke.
No one could enter, until the plagues were done,
God's wrath poured out, one by one,
The angels' task, to execute His will,
To bring judgment, with divine skill.
Revelations Chapter 15, a vision grand,
Prompt: John saw a vision, a harlot bold,
Seated on a beast, with scarlet hold,
Adorned with riches, and sinful pleasure,
Drunk with blood, a corrupt treasure.
The harlot's name, Mystery, Babylon the Great,
A city of sin, in a sinful state,
Deceiving nations, with her allure,
Leading astray, with her temptations pure.
The beast she rode, with seven heads,
A symbol of power, the world it dreads,
Blasphemous names, upon its horns,
A kingdom of darkness, in earthly forms.
The angel explained, the mystery revealed,
The harlot's judgment, soon to be sealed,
The beast she rode, will turn on her,
Destroying her reign, with a final stir.
The kings who once allied, with her might,
Will hate and burn, her in the night,
Her riches, her glory, all laid waste,
A fall from grace, with bitter taste.
For God has put, into their hearts,
To carry out, His righteous parts,
To fulfill His will, and His decree,
To judge the harlot, and set her free.
Revelations Chapter 17, a tale of warning,
Of worldly lust, and sins adorning,
A call to turn, from Babylon's sway,
And follow God's truth, without delay.
Prompt: Babylon the great, a city of might,
A symbol of worldly power, shining bright,
But her time had come, her fall was near,
As prophesied by the seer.
An angel descended from above,
With great authority, and a message of love,
Declaring Babylon's doom, in clear voice,
A warning to all, to make a wise choice.
Her sins were piled high, to the sky,
Her luxury and wealth, built on a lie,
Deceiving nations, with her wares,
But her judgment, none could bear.
The kings, the merchants, the sailors too,
Mourned her fall, with hearts askew,
For in one hour, her riches vanished away,
Her glory faded, in disarray.
The merchants wept, for their loss,
Prompt: The painting depicts a scene of a tropical rainforest after a heavy downpour. The leaves of the trees and plants are glistening with raindrops, and the ground is covered with puddles of water. The colors of the painting are vivid and rich, with deep greens and blues contrasting with the bright oranges and yellows of the flowers. The artist has used a technique of layering to create a sense of depth and texture, with the wet leaves and bark appearing more three-dimensional. In the foreground of the painting, there may be a river or stream, which is swollen with the recent rainfall. The viewer can almost feel the dampness and humidity of the air, and the sound of the raindrops falling on the leaves. Overall, the painting captures the beauty and vitality of a tropical rainforest, as well as the refreshing and rejuvenating feeling of being surrounded by the wetness of nature.
Prompt: Great oak in a park. White oak, red oak. watercolor ink, intricate, in the style of james jean, brian froud, zdzisław beksinski, hyperdetailed, sharp focus, intricate concept art, digital painting, ambient lighting, 16 k, trending on artstation, hq, hyper quality
Prompt: Cherry blossoms and round podium on a pastel pink background. Cherry blossoms in spring, realistic, extremely detailed, clear quality, 4K 3D [blurry]
Prompt: a superhero muscle man with handlebar mustache, stopping villains, a notorious thief, wears a sleek, high-tech, cybernetic implant that, various functions, skilled pilot, space battles, with chilean hat, and chilean clothe, Dark realms, hidden dimensions, infinite universes, fever dreams, unbridled confusions, makeshift reality, Galaxy background, Nebula effect,Celestial objects,Cosmic explosion,Neon colors
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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