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Prompt: White Persian cat. Michael Whelan, Ivan Shishkin, Jacek Yerka, Micheal Cheval, Gediminas Pranckevicius, Flowing Energy, crisp quality, light reflections, LSD, DMT, Mescaline, very trippy, RHADS, Trending on Artstation, Bright Vivid Colors, Polished, Masterful Surrealism, Photorealistic, Cel-shaded, digital illustration, unreal engine, 64k, high definition, light, depth of scale, atmospheric, luminous, iridescent, glowing, 3D texture, octane render
Prompt: Deep in the waters of Tahoe's blue,
Lives a creature shrouded in mystery, it's true.
With scales that gleam in the moon's soft light,
Tahoe Tessie emerges, a wondrous sight.
A creature of legend, a lake serpent rare,
With a sinuous body and a majestic air.
Her emerald eyes hold a mystical gaze,
As she glides through the depths with elegant grace.
Some say she's a myth, a tall tale told,
But those who've seen her, they are bold.
Witnessing her beauty, a sight to behold,
As she slinks through Tahoe's waters, silent and bold.
So if you visit California's jewel so bright,
Keep your eyes peeled for a wondrous sight,
For Tahoe Tessie may reveal her form,
A legend of the lake, a creature of charm.
Prompt: In the Colorado mountains, rocky and steep,
Lives a creature that causes hikers to weep.
With a massive frame and a fearsome mien,
The Slide-Rock Bolter, a sight seldom seen.
Its massive jaws and its mighty claws,
Are built for sliding, without a pause.
With a rumble and a roar, it descends from the height,
To capture its prey in a daring midnight flight.
With a fearsome appetite and a hunger so dire,
The Slide-Rock Bolter leaves trails of muck and mire.
It slides down the slopes with a thunderous crash,
Its prey caught off-guard, unable to dash.
But fear not, dear hiker, for this tale is tall,
For the Slide-Rock Bolter is not a real thrall.
It's just a legend, a folklore delight,
A creature of myth in Colorado's height.
So, as you hike through the mountains grand,
Enjoy the beauty of the rugged land.
And remember the legend of the Slide-Rock Bolter,
A mythical creature, a fearsome jolter.
Prompt: The bulbous heads of Connecticut's dread,
A legend that fills hearts with fear and dread.
Their heads grotesquely swollen, an eerie sight,
They prowl the woods, hidden from light.
Their origins unknown, shrouded in lore,
With stories passed down, from days of yore.
Are they cursed souls or victims of fate?
Their bulbous heads, a chilling trait.
They lurk in shadows, with malicious eyes,
With teeth like needles, and vengeful cries.
Their presence a mystery, a legend so grim,
A terror that sends shivers down one's limb.
Beware the bulbous heads, if you dare to roam,
In Connecticut's woods, far from home.
For they may be watching, from hidden lairs,
Their bulbous heads, a haunting scare.
So tread with caution, through the night,
And keep an eye out, for a chilling sight.
The bulbous heads, a legend of dread,
A tale that lingers, long after it's said.
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Prompt: In Delaware's history, a legend is told,
Of a merman with mysteries yet untold.
With the body of a fish and a man's upper part,
The Zwaanendael Merman, a creature of art.
His tail was scaly, his torso bare,
His face and hands, human-like and fair.
A curiosity of the sea, a strange delight,
The Zwaanendael Merman, an enigmatic sight.
He was found in a shipwreck, or so they say,
Preserved in brine, to this very day.
A marvel on display, in a museum so grand,
A creature from the sea, in a foreign land.
But was he real, or just a hoax?
A clever creation, an elaborate joke?
The Delaware Zwaanendael Merman, a mystery profound,
A legendary creature, forever renowned.
So, if you visit Delaware's shores so bright,
Keep an eye out, for a curious sight.
The Zwaanendael Merman, a legendary tale,
A merman's mystery, that will forever prevail.
Prompt: In Georgia's waters, a legend resides,
A creature with a tale that still divides.
Altamaha-ha, a river monster rare,
With long neck and humps that rise in the air.
Its serpentine form glides through the stream,
A cryptid mystery, or so it would seem.
With eyes that gleam and scales that glisten,
Altamaha-ha's presence, a local tradition.
Some say it's a myth, a legend of lore,
A creature of legend, forevermore.
But sightings persist, through the years,
Of Altamaha-ha, despite doubts and fears.
Is it a sturgeon, or a misperception?
Or a mysterious creature, defying perception?
The Georgia Altamaha-ha, a mystery so grand,
A legend that lingers, throughout the land.
So keep an eye out, if you venture near,
The Altamaha River, so swift and clear.
For you may catch a glimpse, of a wondrous sight,
The Altamaha-ha, a cryptid's delight.
Prompt: In Hawaii's lush forests, a legend is told,
Of tiny creatures, both crafty and bold.
With laughter and mischief, they fill the air,
The Menehune, a mythical and mischievous affair.
They're said to be small, with mystical might,
Expert builders, working through the night.
Crafting homes and bridges with incredible skill,
The Menehune's work, a wonder to fulfill.
They're shy and elusive, rarely seen,
But their presence is felt, where their work has been.
Legend has it, if you're kind and pure,
The Menehune may grant you a blessing, for sure.
They're part of Hawaii's rich folklore,
A cherished tale, forevermore.
The Menehune, a mystery so grand,
A legend that captivates the land.
So as you explore Hawaii's beauty and grace,
Keep an open heart, in every place.
For you may catch a glimpse, of the Menehune's play,
A legendary creature, in Hawaii's mystical array.
Prompt: In Indiana's lakes, a legend is told,
Of a beast that's large, and incredibly bold.
With a shell on its back, like a fortress grand,
The Beast of Busco, a creature of the land.
Said to dwell in a lake, murky and deep,
Emerging rarely, from its watery keep.
With jaws that snap, and a long tail too,
The Beast of Busco, a legend so true.
Some say it's a turtle, others not so sure,
A monstrous reptile, with an ancient allure.
Or perhaps a tale, blown out of proportion,
The Beast of Busco, a local fascination.
But the legend persists, through the years,
Of a creature that elicits both awe and fears.
The Indiana Beast of Busco, a mystery profound,
A legend that echoes, with each passing sound.
So keep an eye out, as you explore the lake,
For a glimpse of a creature, that's more than a fake.
The Beast of Busco, a legend so grand,
A cryptid's enigma, waiting to be scanned.
Prompt: In Illinois' Enfield town, a tale is told,
Of a creature strange, with a form so bold.
With red eyes and claws that cut through the night,
The Enfield Horror, a cryptid of fright.
Said to roam the streets, a mystery profound,
Leaving witnesses in awe and astound.
With a bizarre appearance, beyond belief,
The Enfield Horror, a legend, a relief.
Some say it's a hoax, a figment of fear,
A product of rumors, that's not so clear.
Or perhaps a creature, from another realm,
The Enfield Horror, a cryptid at the helm.
But stories persist, of encounters rare,
Of a creature that leaves people in despair.
The Enfield Horror, a legend of lore,
A cryptid mystery, forevermore.
So keep an eye out, as you roam the night,
In Enfield town, with caution and fright.
For you may encounter, a mysterious sight,
The Enfield Horror, a cryptid's delight.
Prompt: In Kansas' plains, a tale is told,
Of a sinkhole creature, mysterious and bold.
With eyes that glow, in the depths so deep,
Sinkhole Sam, a cryptid that makes us creep.
Said to lurk in the earth, hidden from sight,
Emerging rarely, in the darkness of night.
With tentacles and teeth, a fearsome form,
Sinkhole Sam, a legend that can alarm.
Some say it's a myth, a legend so tall,
A product of imagination, that's all.
Or perhaps a creature, from a realm unknown,
Sinkhole Sam, a cryptid of the zone.
But stories persist, of sightings rare,
Of a creature that haunts, with a chilling glare.
Sinkhole Sam, a legend that's renowned,
A cryptid's mystery, yet to be found.
So tread with caution, as you explore the ground,
In Kansas' lands, where Sinkhole Sam is renowned.
For you may encounter, a creature unseen,
Sinkhole Sam, a cryptid's enigmatic scene.
Prompt: In Kentucky, once upon a time,
There lived some folks who spun a rhyme.
The Kelly family, they were known,
For a tale of little green men they'd shown.
In Hopkinsville, on their farm one night,
They saw strange creatures, a puzzling sight.
With big ears and eyes that glowed,
These little beings, an otherworldly ode.
The Kellys fought them, they shot and yelled,
But the creatures left, as if compelled.
The story spread, a local lore,
Of Kelly's encounter with the strange and more.
Were they aliens or just a prank?
The mystery remains, a legend to thank.
The Kelly Little Green Men, a Kentucky tale,
A story that continues to prevail.
Prompt: In Louisiana, where bayous creep,
A legend lurks, both scary and deep.
The Rougarou, a creature of the night,
A fearsome beast with a howl of fright.
Its form is twisted, a monstrous sight,
With fur and fangs that gleam in moonlight.
Half-man, half-wolf, with eyes aglow,
The Rougarou roams where the swamps do flow.
Beware the bayous, the marshy land,
For the Rougarou's hunger is never planned.
It preys on those who dare to stray,
A cautionary tale that won't fade away.
So heed the warnings, and stay in fear,
For the Louisiana Rougarou's near.
In the dark of night, its presence may loom,
A legend that shrouds the Louisiana gloom.
Prompt: A warm and inviting stone wine cellar filled with an extravagant feast awaits. Savor the explosion of flavors in this cozy cellar, where food is celebrated.
Prompt: In Maine's deep woods, a tale is told,
Of a ghostly moose, mysterious and bold.
With antlers wide and eyes aglow,
The Specter Moose, a spectral show.
Its ghostly form appears at night,
A phantom creature, a wondrous sight.
With hooves that tread without a sound,
The Specter Moose, a legend renowned.
Hunters and hikers, they've claimed to see,
This elusive moose, both wild and free.
But as they draw near, it fades away,
Leaving only whispers, of its ghostly display.
Is it a spirit, or just a myth?
A legend passed down, a spectral gift.
The Maine Specter Moose, a mystery so grand,
A haunting tale, of a moose in the land.
Prompt: On the Chesapeake Bay, a legend floats,
Of a creature that's seen by boaters in boats.
The Maryland Chessie, a waterborne lore,
A sea serpent rumored to swim off the shore.
With a long neck and a scaly back,
Its sightings leave sailors in awe and slack.
Its eyes that glisten, its serpentine form,
The Maryland Chessie, a mythical norm.
Some say it's just a trick of the light,
A floating log, or a bird in flight.
But those who've glimpsed its elusive grace,
Believe it's real, a creature of the place.
So as you sail the Chesapeake Bay,
Keep an eye out for Chessie, they say.
A legendary cryptid, a local mystery,
The Maryland Chessie, a tale of maritime history.
Prompt: In Michigan's wilderness, a tale is told,
Of a creature fierce and strangely bold.
The Dogman lurks with glowing eyes,
A legend that makes the bravest despise.
Half man, half wolf, a fearsome sight,
With teeth that gleam in the moon's soft light.
Its howl echoes through the darkened woods,
Sending shivers down spines and chilling moods.
Some say it's real, while others doubt,
A cryptid mystery that's yet to be found out.
The Michigan Dogman, a legend enshrined,
A creature whispered of, both feared and pined.
From sightings scarce to stories shared,
The Dogman's myth, a mystery bared.
Is it a myth or a creature to beware?
The Michigan Dogman, a legend rare.
Prompt: In Minnesota's winter, a chilling tale,
Of a creature that's feared, a creature so pale.
The Wendigo roams with hunger deep,
A legend that haunts, even in sleep.
With antlers twisted and eyes aglow,
Its icy breath chills the hearts below.
A cannibalistic creature of lore,
Feeding on flesh, a legend to abhor.
The Wendigo's hunger, insatiable and dire,
Leaving a trail of fear, like a frozen fire.
Its wail echoes through the northern woods,
A creature feared, in misunderstood.
Is it a myth or a real-life dread?
A cautionary tale, of a creature unfed.
The Minnesota Wendigo, a legend told,
A chilling mystery, both ancient and bold.
Prompt: A deep-sea diver, brave and bold,
Exploring mysteries, untold and untold.
Descending into the ocean's deep,
A world so alien, secrets to keep.
With oxygen tanks and a steady grip,
Exploring the abyss, on a daring trip.
Venturing into the unknown below,
Where strange creatures lurk, and currents flow.
A world of darkness, a realm of wonder,
A deep-sea diver, an explorer's thunder.
In the depths, where light is scarce,
A diver's courage, ready to parse.
With fins and mask, and a heart so brave,
A deep-sea diver, beneath the waves.
Unfazed by darkness, undeterred by fear,
Exploring the unknown, with vision clear.
So, into the deep, a diver descends,
A journey of discovery, that never ends.
With passion and skill, and a love so true,
A deep-sea diver, a hero anew.
Prompt: impressive 3D visualization of fantasy biomorphic steampunk red garden, black shining plated highly detailed, sharp focus, emphasize the details and create depth that will give the viewer a sense of being in a real space
Prompt: Clint Eastwood, a legend of the screen,
A rugged cowboy, tough and mean.
With squinted eyes and a stoic face,
A man of few words, but full of grace.
A gun-slinging hero, with nerves of steel,
A silent force, with an iron will.
Facing danger with a steely gaze,
A legendary figure, in Western days.
From "Dirty Harry" to "The Man with No Name",
Clint Eastwood, a Hollywood flame.
Directing, producing, acting with might,
A multi-talented force, a beacon of light.
An icon of cinema, a timeless star,
With a career spanning, near and far.
A legend in his own right, a true icon,
Clint Eastwood, a living legend, second to none.
Prompt: The Bobble Head, a quirky sight to see,
A little figure, nodding happily.
With a wobbly head, and a constant grin,
A tiny toy, that brings a playful spin.
On car dashboards, or office desks,
The Bobble Head, never seems to rest.
Bouncing and bobbing, with every move,
A source of joy, that's hard to prove.
With a spring-loaded neck, and a bouncing head,
The Bobble Head, a nodding thread.
A symbol of fun, a tiny delight,
Bringing smiles, morning, noon, and night.
So, shake it up, and watch it dance,
The Bobble Head, a playful trance.
A nodding companion, a joyful treasure,
Bringing happiness, without measure.
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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