Prompt: Pruzah grohiik do fin med tol rek Vulon. Ful hi kah grah-zey mahfaeraak. Geinok vod, lavkein do feyl. Fen fin sahsun daar monah us. Pah suleyk do zii forel enook.
Anya rrecomirting the fecrets. She also never folded that deer, which is a good thing in my books.
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Prompt: From a young age, Anya Greenleafs was taught the ways of the forest. She learned to track the silent passage of deer, to identify the medicinal properties of every herb and root, and to move through the canopy with the grace of a sunbeam. Her days were filled with the scent of pine needles and damp earth, the sounds of rustling leaves and the distant calls of wild creatures. She was trained in archery, becoming remarkably skilled with a bow, her arrows as true and swift as the wind through the leaves.
Prompt: Dr. Elias Bowen, chrononaut extraordinaire, adjusted his temporal stabilizer with a sigh. He intended to observe the signing of the Magna Carta, a crucial step in the development of human rights. Just a peek, he promised himself. No meddling.
As King John reached for the quill, Elias sneezed. A violent, echoing sneeze that startled the royal scribe, causing him to spill ink across the parchment. The king, enraged, declared the document defiled and stormed out. The barons, bewildered, dispersed. No signing.
Panic seized Elias. He’d just erased a cornerstone of democracy. Returning to his own time, he found a vastly different world. A world ruled by an iron-fisted monarchy, where freedom was a forgotten whisper. Libraries held no tales of Magna Carta, no mention of rights and liberties. His casual observation had morphed into a catastrophic alteration.
He considered another jump, a desperate attempt to rectify his blunder. But the temporal laws were strict: one alteration per timeline. This was it, the new reality he’d inadvertently forged. As he walked down a cobbled street, shadowed by royal guards, he clutched a forbidden book - a history of what should have been - the only evidence of his catastrophic sneeze. He was a time traveler, trapped in a history he'd unintentionally rewritten. A sneeze, of all things. Just a sneeze.
Prompt: In a well-kept, old garage filled with the scent of oil and metal, there lies a classic American muscle car, its hood propped open as if inviting skilled hands to bring it back to life. The car, a symbol of American automotive heritage, stands out with its bold lines and imposing presence, capturing the essence of power and freedom. Around it, the garage is a testament to careful maintenance, with tools neatly organized and ready for use. The entire scene is imbued with a sense of respect for the car's iconic status, and an eager anticipation vibrates in the air, signaling the muscle car's impending roar back to life
Prompt: Suddenly, the entire arc of the sky blazed, illuminating the earth's cover. It was fierce light that made no distinction between good and evil, neither for the poor nor for the rich, nor between actions and inactions. And thus, the people of the north received the Northern Lights, a gift from the sun that had been taken from them. The fires of the sky - flames of atonement. And so, the land was graced with peace.
The text nicely ruins the artistic flow in my opinion, but hey, at least it stands out.
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Prompt: A journey of words, I shall embark upon, to guide and enlighten, as the dawn chases the night. With a staff of knowledge, and a beard of time, I shall weave a tale, in rhythm and rhyme.
"Eldest don't toiing a sipo with he human paitty." Right, and that's how it should be.
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Prompt: Imagine a neural network as a super smart toy box. You can teach it stuff by showing it examples—like showing it tons of cat and dog pictures so it learns to spot the difference. It’s not really “thinking” like you or me, but it gets really good at finding patterns! Let’s start with “pseudo analog.” The word “analog” is like when you turn the volume knob on a radio—it goes up or down super smoothly, not in big jumps. In computers (and neural networks are inside computers), things are usually “digital,” which means they’re choppy—like flipping a light switch on or off, 0 or 1, no in-between. But here’s the cool part: neural networks can pretend to be smooth, even though they’re made of digital bits. That’s why it’s called “pseudo analog”—“pseudo” means “fake,” so it’s like fake-smooth! Picture a neural network looking at a photo, trying to decide if it’s a face. Instead of just saying “yes” or “no,” it might say, “I’m 80% sure it’s a face!” That feels smooth, right? Not just an on-or-off answer, but something in between, like how you might say, “I’m pretty sure that’s my friend, but not totally sure.” “Emergent-like outputs” is a big, fancy phrase, but it’s actually super neat! “Emergent” means something surprising or cool pops up when lots of simple things work together. Think of a flock of birds flying in a twisty, beautiful pattern—each bird is just following simple rules like “stay close to my buddy,” but together, they make something amazing! In neural networks, there are tons of tiny parts (like little helpers) working together. When you give them lots of examples—like stories, pictures, or music—they start mixing and matching those patterns in new ways. The result? Outputs that seem smart or creative, even though the network isn’t really “thinking.”
Prompt: The wind, that sneaky bastard,
it used to whisper through the pines,
soft, like a lover's promise in July.
Now it howls, a goddamn wolf,
ripping the last leaves from the birches
like an old man tearing up lottery tickets.
The lake, she's holding her breath,
that dark mirror gone still,
waiting for the first icy hand to grip her.
The sun, that lazy prick,
barely bothers to climb over the treeline anymore.
Just a weak, yellow yawn across the fields,
and then it's back to bed.
The air, it smells different now.
Not of damp earth and mushrooms,
but of something sharp, something clean.
Like a freshly sharpened axe.
The ground, hard as a miser's heart,
no more give, no more softness.
Even the crows sound different,
their cawing more urgent,
like they know something we don't.
Or maybe they just know what's coming.
The long dark.
The silence.
The cold that seeps into your bones
and makes you question if spring will ever come back.
But then...
But then you see the first snowflakes.
Fat, lazy, like they've got all the time in the world.
And you know it's here.
Winter.
And it's not just an ending, is it?
It's a beginning, too.
A time for stories by the fire.
A time for the Northern Lights to dance.
A time for the world to sleep,
and dream of what's to come.
And maybe, just maybe,
we'll dream a little, too.
Trying to confuse AI with Finnish gibberish made by GPT-4o
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Prompt: Tänään kävin katsomassa kun limaisat jänispöksyt tanssivat aurinkolahdella, aivan kuin kellokas prinsessa. Höylän sahaama naurishattu ei sovi koivulintuparven joukkoon, koska siipikärki oli täynnä suklaamunia. Niinpä päätimme lähteä koivusaareen kuuntelemaan tammenterhojen laulua.
Matkalla kohtasimme punaisen salkkuapinan, joka heilutteli avokadokäärylettä kuin se olisi viimeinen reikäleipä maan päällä. Seuraavassa hetkessä karusellikenguru ilmestyi esiin pensaasta, ja sen hännässä roikkui kolme hattivattia. Olin juuri nappaamassa valokuvaa tästä ihmeestä, kun pinkkiä hattivattia muistuttava sirkussonni päätti aloittaa tanssin limonadikuusessa.
Tämä kaikki tapahtui juuri ennen kuin mehiläisviulu alkoi soittaa sävelmää, joka sai kaikki saippuakuplat lentämään vuorotellen ilmaan. Ja siinä me olimme, kaarnalaivan kyydissä, matkalla kuulemaan miten majavanpyörä keksii uuden smurffikielen.
I mostly lean more towards curiosity than creativity (on my part) with AI stuff, but I do appreciate the approach where people aim to harness AI to express their own creativity.
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.