Prompt: An old-old cozy town, a lot of greenery, paving stones, brick houses, clay pots with flowers on the windowsills. There are very few people, in old capes and wide-brimmed hats.
Prompt: Two old sailing ships.
A raging sea, a battle is going on between the ships.
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Lost their "I" two warships
They forgot their fairway and do not remember where their goal is
And only strength and longing remained in their brains
Incomprehensible freedom squeezed the chest with a hoop
And it's not clear what to do: either swim or sink
Ships without a captain, a captain without a ship
We need to re-invent some meaning of life
Prompt: Foggy morning.
Like the first golden ray
Between white mountains and gray clouds
Glides the ledges of the peaks
On the crown of towers and ruins,
When in the valleys full of mist,
The fog is immovable blue, -
Let your delight in the darkness of hearts
This one throws light, singer!
And like a young rose,
Born at an early dawn
When still scorching wings
Noon the wind did not open
And a damp sigh of mist at night
Divides between heaven and earth,
A dewdrop rolls from a leaf, -
May your song be pure.
Prompt: Storm.
Did you see the girl on the rock
In white clothes over the waves
When, raging in the stormy darkness,
The sea played with the shores
When a ray of lightning illuminated
Her hourly scarlet brilliance
And the wind beat and flew
With her flying blanket?
Beautiful sea in stormy haze
And the sky in splendor without azure;
But trust me: the maiden on the rock
More beautiful than waves, skies and storms.
Prompt: Old old city.
High turrets and domes, narrow tall windows.
Old brick wall, roof tiles.
People in old clothes in the form of capes and raincoats, wide-brimmed hats.
Prompt: Storm.
Stormy cloudy sea
A wave the size of a tower
With a roar, it crashes onto the shore.
Sea, sea, you are beautiful
Because the heart needs
To be great!
So that you are endless
To make noise and buzz
Like a furnace.
To burst like a flame, the waves
From the Furnace: Heavy Hammer
The sweaty blacksmith raised
Above the shining anvil.
I love you element:
human heart
You repeat mistakes.
Prompt: A town that does not exist.
Night and silence given forever
Rain, or maybe snow,
All the same, endlessly warmed by hope,
I see a city in the distance that doesn't exist.
Where it is easy for a wanderer to find shelter,
Where they surely remember and wait,
Day after day, then losing, then confusing the trail,
I'm going to this city that doesn't exist.
There is a hearth burning for me,
As an eternal sign of forgotten truths,
I have the last step before him,
And this step is longer than life.
Prompt: Old park.
The old park rustles above us with foliage
And whispers something to me with you.
Only a glance calls us into the distance,
The breeze sighed and carried away the sadness.
And the path that flows like a stream after:
She will lead away from thousands of troubles,
Will take you away from the hustle and bustle.
Only here you will understand who you are.
Forget your pain and sadness!
Joy sounds motive
Pure soul motive, it will sound in the heart.
Leaves syllable carries away
To those places where we are alone with a dream,
In those fields where the bright light over the green grass.
There's an answer for everything...
Prompt: An old-old cozy town, a lot of greenery, paving stones, brick houses, clay pots with flowers on the windowsills. There are very few people, in old capes and wide-brimmed hats.
Prompt: Every night.
You know every night
I see the sea in my dream.
You know every night
I hear a song in my dream.
You know every night
I see the coast in my dream.
You know, every night...
Prompt: Black Moon.
Thinking black deeds
The moon is grinning in the sky
And the stars are like a myriad of arrows
Fly catching the silhouettes of dreams
Laughing and gloating love
And you and I hit the target
Prompt: Night, street, lamp, pharmacy,
A meaningless and dim light.
Live at least a quarter of a century -
Everything will be like this. There is no exit.
If you die, you start over again
And everything will repeat, as of old:
Night, icy ripples of the channel,
Pharmacy, street, lamp.
old city
Prompt: An old steam locomotive rides along a high stone viaduct. The bridge rises high above the field overgrown with meadow grass. The locomotive carries passenger cars. The wagons are old green. Evening, the sun goes beyond the horizon.
Prompt: After the storm.
A gray storm passed,
Scattered across the azure.
Only the swell of the sea breathes,
Will not recover from the storm.
Sleeping, rushing, poor boat,
Like a sick man from a terrible thought,
Only forgotten by anxiety
The folds of the sail drooped.
Refreshed coastal forest
All covered in dew, not moving. —
The hour of salvation, bright, gentle,
Like crying and laughing.
Prompt: Beautiful Winter sunset scene, blue river glistening beneath an incredible green pine forest with icicles, snow covered trees and mountains, by Ivan Shishkin, Ferdinand Knab, Dan Seagrave, Erik Johansson, Peter Mohrbacher, Flavio Greco Paglia. beautiful, high detail, ultra detailed, high definition, award winning photograph taken with Nikon D750, colourful
Prompt: A tall old tower made of red bricks rises high above a field of daisies, meadow grass. The tower bears the marks of time, weathered and faded, which only adds to its nobility. The tower leans slightly, one must look closely to notice. It is evening, and the clear sky is illuminated by the setting sun, with light, feathery clouds visible in the sky. On the horizon, white domes of an observatory can be seen.
Prompt: Star Pond
late summer sunset
The milky way is waiting for me
We have something to talk about
There is a strong thread between us
Together so easy so easy
The two of us are calling into the distance beckoning
star pond
I just don't have the energy to make it through the day.
Play a hundred cases
Only in the crowd of queues
All stores cross subway
Just a micron of the night way
Where the dawn awaits ahead
There's only one thing I don't understand
Am I the only one
The milky way burns in the night
Because there must be someone
In the world of wise stars
No tears even the world of stars
Although the world of stars is not simple
No place for tears
Prompt: Storm.
The wind is fresh, the night is fading.
And the sea rages angrier and angrier,
And foam splashes on granite -
It stings, then ebbs away.
All the more irritable breaker;
His fizzy wave
So heavy and so dense
As if on the shore he is fighting with cast iron.
Like a sea god now
Omnipotent and relentless
Threatened with a trident,
Ready to exclaim: "Here I am!"
Prompt: On the blue waves of the ocean
Only the stars will shine in the sky
The lonely ship is rushing
Rushing on all sails.
High masts do not bend
Weathervanes do not make noise on them,
And silently into the open hatches
Cast iron guns look.
The captain is not heard on it,
No sailors are visible on it;
But rocks, and secret shoals,
And he does not care about storms.
Prompt: Legend.
Among the bundles
There is a scream in my throat,
But the time has come
And then scream, don't scream.
Only later
Someone won't be able to forget
Like staggering fighters
Swords were wiped on the grass.
And how it flapped its wings
Black tribe of crows
How the sky laughed
And then he bit his tongue.
And my hand trembled
The one who survived
And suddenly into eternity
Suddenly the moment turned.
And burned
Funeral pyre sunset,
And looked like wolves
Stars from the clouds.
How, with outstretched arms,
They lay gone into the night,
And how they slept side by side
Alive without dreaming...
And "life" is just a word,
There is only love and there is death...
Hey! And who will sing
If everyone is sleeping?
Death is worth living
And love is worth the wait...
Prompt: White sail lonely
In the fog of the blue sea! ..
What is he looking for in a distant country?
What did he throw in his native land? ..
Waves are playing - the wind is whistling,
And the mast bends and creaks...
Alas! he is not looking for happiness
And not from happiness runs!
Under it, a stream of lighter azure,
Above him is a golden ray of sunshine...
And he, rebellious, asks for a storm,
As if there is peace in the storms!
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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