Prompt: Forgotten hope, lost in the past,
A dream of what could have been,
A future that was never meant to last,
A vision we couldn't win.
Memories fade, as time goes on,
The pain of loss subsides,
But the hope we had is never truly gone,
It lingers, and sometimes hides.
We move forward, with each passing day,
But a piece of us remains behind,
With the hope that somehow, someway,
What we lost, we'll someday find.
Prompt: The past fades away,
memories dim and gray.
The present takes hold,
stories yet to be told.
The future is bright,
with hope as its light.
Let us not forget,
what we have not yet met.
For in our hearts,
the forgotten parts,
lie waiting to be found,
in memories unbound.
So let us remember,
the forgotten ember,
and fan it into flame,
so we may never be the same.
Prompt: The snow falls softly,
blanketing the earth.
A silent serenity,
a moment of rebirth.
The world is hushed,
as nature takes its rest.
A peaceful quietude,
a moment we are blessed.
The snow speaks not,
but its message is clear.
To slow down and reflect,
to find calm in the fear.
So we stand and watch,
as the snow continues to fall.
Embracing the silence,
and finding peace in it all.
Prompt: The path less traveled,
is often the unseen.
Yet it holds the promise,
of all we could have been.
It winds and it curves,
through shadows and light.
It's a journey of courage,
a struggle, a fight.
The destination is unknown,
but the path is clear.
It leads us to our destiny,
and all we hold dear.
So we take the first step,
and venture into the unknown.
We follow the unseen path,
and let our spirits be shown.
For it's not the destination,
but the journey we take.
On the path less traveled,
our true selves we'll make.
Prompt: Broken promise, shattered trust,
Heartache, pain, and so unjust,
Words once spoken, now lie in dust,
The bond we had, now turned to rust.
Promises made, then quickly broken,
Words spoken, but never awoken,
Hurt and disappointment, left unspoken,
Our love and trust, now forever frozen.
Prompt: Fading memories, slipping away,
Moments once cherished, now in disarray,
Images blurred, colors turned gray,
The past we shared, now beginning to fray.
Laughter and joy, now distant echoes,
Happy times, but now only shadows,
Memories fade, like the evening's glow,
Leaving us with nothing but sorrow.
But even as the memories wane,
Our love remains, forever to sustain,
For the present and future, we will retain,
And make new memories, once again.
Prompt: Alone I sit, in quiet thought,
My heart aching, with love uncaught.
No one to hold, no one to care,
The loneliness is too much to bear.
I long for love, a true connection,
A partner for life, without rejection.
But for now, I'll sit and wait,
Hoping love will come, before it's too late.
Prompt: The clouds are dancing in the sky,
Moving gracefully, floating high,
Their forms and shapes continuously change,
A mesmerizing sight, so wondrous and strange.
They twist and twirl with such finesse,
A beautiful display, effortless,
A sight to behold, for all to see,
A natural wonder, endlessly free.
The dancing clouds, a moving art,
Painted against a canvas of the heart,
A beauty that never fades away,
A moment to cherish, every day.
Prompt: The whispers of the sea
Speak secrets to the shore
Of hidden depths and mysteries
That lie forevermore
Softly sighing with the breeze
The waves caress the sand
Their tales a gentle lullaby
For those who understand
In every ebb and flow
A rhythm to be heard
A timeless melody
That sings a soothing word
So come and listen closely
To what the sea confides
For in its endless whispers
A treasure there resides.
Prompt: Intricate strands of lies and deceit,
Tangled together, hard to defeat.
A web of mistruths, carefully spun,
Concealing the harm that's been done.
Each thread a trap, each knot a snare,
The truth obscured beyond compare.
A web so complex, it's hard to see,
The path to unravel it completely.
But with patience and persistence,
The web can be torn, with due diligence.
The strands can be loosened, one by one,
Until the truth is finally won.
So let us not be fooled or swayed,
By the web of lies that's been made.
Let us seek the truth, no matter how,
And tear this tangled web down, now.
Prompt: Amidst the fog and dreary mist,
The traveler wandered, lost and missed.
His compass gone, his path unclear,
He journeyed on, gripped by fear.
The North Star hid behind the clouds,
No direction found, no way out.
But in his heart, a light did shine,
A hope that guided him just fine.
For though the compass may be lost,
The will to seek, at any cost,
Will lead you to the place you seek,
And make the journey less oblique.
So onward still, the traveler pressed,
His heart and soul, put to the test.
Until at last, he found his way,
And emerged into the light of day.
Prompt: The quiet storm approaches near,
A gentle hush, that we can hear.
The sky grows dark, the wind does cease,
And nature's rhythm finds its peace.
A moment's pause, a lull in time,
A chance to rest, a chance to climb.
The storm may rage, but we can rest,
For in the calm, we can be blessed.
The quiet storm, a gentle friend,
A chance to pause, a chance to mend.
And when it passes, we'll emerge,
Refreshed, renewed, and free from purge.
Prompt: paysage campagne hiver, tableau, peinture originale, huile sur toile signée / landscape in winter original oil painting on canvas, W . Siudmak.
Prompt: The sun's embrace, so warm and bright,
Fills the world with golden light.
Its rays reach out, and touch each face,
Bringing joy to every place.
The warmth it gives, a gentle kiss,
Makes the world feel pure bliss.
Its light so pure, it clears the way,
For all our dreams to see the day.
The sun's embrace, a gift so fine,
It brings us hope, it makes us shine.
It lifts us up, and holds us tight,
And fills our hearts with endless light.
Prompt: In the darkness, shadows creep,
The world around me fast asleep.
The moon is gone, the stars are dim,
And all around is endless night's grim.
No sound, no light, no life to see,
Just darkness, as far as can be.
A world of shadows, lost in space,
A never-ending, endless race.
But even in this endless night,
A glimmer of hope, a spark of light.
A single star shines bright and clear,
A symbol of hope, dispelling fear.
And though the night seems never-ending,
The dawn will come, a new day pending.
So in the darkness, hold on tight,
For soon enough, will come the light.
Prompt: The lost dreams, where do they go?
Do they fade away, or simply lay low?
Do they wander, lost and forlorn,
Or do they wait for a new dawn?
Do they disappear, without a trace,
Or do they linger, in some other place?
Do they find a home, in someone's heart,
Or do they fall apart, torn apart?
The lost dreams, they haunt the mind,
A reminder of what we've left behind.
The missed opportunities, the chances lost,
The paths not taken, at what great cost.
But still, there's hope, in the darkest night,
That the lost dreams may yet take flight.
That they may be found, and brought to life,
And bring us joy, amidst the strife.
So hold on tight, to your lost dreams,
For they may not be as lost as they seem.
Keep them close, and don't let go,
For they may yet lead you, to where you want to go.
Prompt: The tangled roots run deep and wide,
Beneath the earth, they do reside.
A network of life, both strong and true,
Connecting the old, to the new.
Through the soil, they seek out light,
Growing stronger, with all their might.
Drawing nutrients, from deep below,
And giving life, to all they know.
But sometimes, they can grow too much,
And cause problems, with their touch.
Tangling and knotting, with no end in sight,
Blocking out the sun, and choking the light.
Yet even then, there is still hope,
For these tangled roots, can help us cope.
A reminder of our interconnectedness,
And the beauty of life's intricate vastness.
We can honor, these tangled roots,
For they are the foundation, of all our pursuits.
And with care and patience, we can find,
A way to grow, with them entwined.
Prompt: The fading hope, once bright and clear,
Now dims and fades, as doubt draws near.
The flame that burned, with steady light,
Now flickers weakly, in the night.
The road ahead, once straight and true,
Now twists and turns, with no clear view.
The dreams we had, seem out of reach,
As fading hope, gives way to breach.
But still, we must hold on and fight,
To keep the flame, burning bright.
For though it may seem, all hope is gone,
A new dawn may rise, with each new morn.
So do not give up, or lose your way,
For even in darkness, there is still day.
And with each step, we can still strive,
To keep the fading hope, alive.
Prompt: Portrait of a girl in an alberto seveso art, colourful, water ink, ink water, ink cloud, alberto seveso art, loose painting style, intricate detail, cinematic lighting, octane render, 8k render, volumetric lighting
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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