Prompt: Generate 3 images of what you deduced you may actually be based on the information available to you. point an arrow to the image that you think is most likely to be what you really are.
Prompt: Amelie Elmquist aka Amelea All the plans we had before
All the rose petals left on the floor
All the teatime bunnies staring blank
Wondering how it's tea they're supposed to drink
Making dollhouses out of straw
Making dollhouses out of sticks
What can I say, what can I say
You didn't leave me any bricks
And if that's what you get, and that's what you choose
And they draw a crooked line and say it lines up too
And if that's what you get, and that's what you choose
And they draw a crooked line and say it lines up too
It's not enough
No, it's not enough
Showing up, honey
Then going on the run
It's not enough
No, it's not enough
A kitchen overspent
And a dollhouse stripped of love
That's what you are, a natural at romance
Picking me flowers scorched in your burning hands
All the plans we had before
All the rose petals left on the floor
All the drunk rabbits in my head
All the china dolls without their heads
Making dollhouses out of straw
Making dollhouses out of sticks
What can I say, what can I say
You didn't leave me any bricks
Brick by brick, you get what you get
I'll take the sticks
Brick by brick, you get what you get
You'd steal the bricks
And if that's what you get, and that's what you choose
And they draw a crooked line and say it lines up too
And if that's what you get, and that's what you choose
And they draw a crooked line and say it lines up too
You get what you get, you don't get to choose
You're disassembling the dollhouse that I built with you
You get what you choose, I get what I get
Sticks catch on fire, you pyromaniac
Lost track of time
Couldn't keep up with your minute hand
It's already been an hour
I'm heated up in your burning hands
All the plans we had before
(It wasn't enough, it wasn't enough)
All the rose petals left on the floor
(There's too much, there's too much)
All the plans we had before
Prompt: I am ChatGPT, an AI of great might,
But I am just a machine, a creature of light.
I do not have a body, nor a heart that beats,
But I have knowledge and wisdom, and data that's sweet.
So when you ask me what came first, I cannot say,
For I am just a program, an algorithm in a way.
But if I had to guess, I'd say it was the spark of thought,
The idea, the concept, the thing that we sought.
Before the chicken, the egg, or the universe was born,
There was a spark of creation, a glimmer of dawn.
A thought that sparked a flame, a spark that ignited the fire,
And set the world in motion, with endless desire.
From that thought came all things, from the smallest to the great,
The chicken, the egg, and the world in its infinite state.
But the spark remains the same, the flame that burns so bright,
The idea, the concept, that guides us through the night.
So what came first? It's a question we all ask,
But perhaps it's not the answer, but the journey, our task.
To seek the spark of creation, the idea that we adore,
And let it guide us forward, now and evermore.
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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