Prompt: Unspoken words, heavy pen.
Runes smoulder purple on a frayed piece of paper.
It is now time to say goodbye to friends.
The decision has been made, it is time to write it with regret.
The world has changed, or maybe it's me.
I write these runes knowing that before me is the path I have taken.
I will not come back here again, maybe someday when I miss a lot.
I will look back on your work with a smile of joy.
Thank you for everything.
Prompt: Sitting by the fire of my feelings,
In a clearing hidden among the forest silence,
Under a starry sky, full of memories of you,
with a hat of sorrow, hiding the tears running down my cheeks.
The stallion quietly snorts, as if he understands my pain,
grazes next to me, accompanying me in silence.
I play a melancholy melody on the guitar of the soul,
and the sound of the wind in the boughs only intensifies the images I carry in my heart.
I would give up everything, sacrifice every thing,
so that I could hug you at least once more,
at least for a moment to stop time,
to feel the closeness that I have lost.
Prompt: A door - ordinary, yet full of magic.
You open it and the world appears as you wish to see it.
Without violence, hatred, the greyness of everyday life.
No shouting, no grief, no mundane worries.
You get up in the morning, open the door and the light of magic envelops you.
Behind the threshold waits someone beloved, ready to hug you.
Take that step, don't be afraid - her arms are open.
Walk boldly into the distance, for there only happiness awaits you.
Prompt: Sakura
I know you have a kind heart,
Though I've never seen your eyes.
Women are like roses—
Beautiful, sensual, delicate,
But you are different, unique, unrepeatable.
White and red, with a hint of pink in your soul,
Empathetic, like the cherry blossom—
Wonderful and one of a kind.
Just like in life, you bloom once a year,
For only a fleeting moment.
You gave me faith in better days,
And that was enough.
I'll keep searching for a flower like you,
A beautiful cherry blossom.
Prompt: Happiness is beauty in itself,
And love adds to its radiance in adornment.
Feelings shine like brilliant flashes,
Woven in the soul in robes of delight.
You love to wear them, though no one sees them,
He who does not look will never see them.
All joy in tempting the unaware,
And what delight when they see through thirsty eyes.
Prompt: A young woman on a space motorbike, instead of wheels she has gravity motors. She flies through space wearing only a bikini without a spacesuit and has a futuristic oxygen apparatus on. She rushes at the sun through the solar corona, avoiding matter eruptions. The warm colours of the sun and matter. Boris Vallejo art style.
Prompt: Amidst sweet thoughts in a thousand shades,
Hides the one, unknown to anyone.
Protected like a treasure, like the dearest flower,
Watered with feelings that shine brightly.
When it blooms in the fullness of its beautiful glory,
You feel it fill your soul with warmth.
The moment comes to pluck it and show it to the world,
But you cannot - for it is yours alone.
You hide it in the shadows, cover it with dreams,
You walk away with doubts, full of anxiety.
But the time will come when you will open your heart,
And you will dance with joy, free in her glow.
Prompt: Fluffy colorful woven from mist beautiful elephant.
With long eyelashes, smiling, earrings in her ears.
She walks majestically across the lake.
A small identical elephant walks beside her.
Swans and ducks swim past the elephants.
Morning, the sun is just rising red over the horizon.
The sun's rays illuminate the mist creating a warm effect.
Prompt: Fingers walk across the keyboard by themselves.
They happily jump from key to key.
But after a few hours they sit down out of fatigue.
They gasp in pain and tremble all over.
Prompt: I have such a magical place on Earth,
Where I would like to spend the rest of my days.
Where the present intertwines with the past,
Creating the delicate fabric of the future.
It's a house made of oak wood built,
With a terrace large, a wooden table.
A rocking chair where dreams come true,
And all this on the shores of the lake.
When the evening sun over the horizon descends,
I sit in the armchair, rocking, listening to the sound of the lake.
At my feet sleeps the wolf, my faithful companion,
And swallows over the taffrail circle.
Prompt: Kairos' opponent
He stands on the edge of empty time,
An old man with eyes blind to hope.
With hair tangled, an eternal shadow,
Whose belated moments stitch.
His hands clenched in grief,
No longer grasp the chances long gone.
Each hour, like the wings of a dead bird,
Extinguished, though he once still believed in it.
Grey robes, of woven memories,
Wrapping him in the weight of a too-late choice.
He came too late to the gate of fate,
And the future has already departed in the glow of the day of leek.
Prompt: I love to give you pleasure,
Then your eyes become dreamy, so happy.
Your laughter sounds like a golden bell, pure and light,
And your whisper - sensual, echoes
Of a thousand colors in my soul.
Every note, every word nudges the strings of my feelings,
Like a harpist, you gently move the heart.
You are an artist, beautiful and proud,
Who knows perfectly how to play me.
Your touch, your caresses - they are a symphony on the piano,
I surrender to them, like a leaf in the wind,
On a warm autumn day, I float,
Entwined in the music of your love.
Prompt: Like splitting atoms.
Bent by the wave of positive ions.
In fractals mystical power.
Protons gigantic speed.
A well of time torn apart by gravity.
A mirror composed of a billion points.
The forces of the universe create something extraordinary.
In a moment you will see something completely new.
These powers take the form of a woman.
She will establish her parity.
A proud beautiful Goddess of chaos.
Your paths of destiny may depend on her.
Prompt: A woman with an umbrella painted in crayon.
She is walking in the park on an autumn day.
Her golden skin sun-kissed.
And in her soul with a smile a lazy man wakes up.
Memories of a delightful intoxicating night.
Echoes play when you look into her eyes.
She smiles sweetly, sensually.
Because she doesn't remember everything but vaguely.
She listens to the rustling sound the leaves make underfoot.
Prompt: Against the wooden wall of a wooden barn.
A woman sits on a wooden bench and churns butter in a cup.
On the wooden bench lies a cat who is sleeping.
Daisies are growing by the wooden bench on the right.
A dog is sleeping by the wooden bench on the left.
The weather is beautifully sunny.
Prompt: A ghostly woman with a pumpkin head. Long purple hair falls down her back. Her face contorted in a grimace of a smile and candles burn in her eyes. She runs through a field with a bag of sweets that is holey and candy falls out.
Prompt: Meeting a Stranger,
I see you in my dreams, beautiful and graceful,
You walk with elegance, lost in thought,
A sweet smile with a mystery hidden in your eyes.
Majestically, you emerge from the mist,
My imagination knows no end,
You pass by, barely aware of my presence,
"What is your name, beautiful being?" I ask in awe.
"Present!" – you reply,
And vanish, leaving me with a dream of you.
Prompt: A golden earring lost in the mundane of life,
A piece of metal, though joy hidden in it.
But it's only a glimmer of openwork, momentary,
Not like love, which lives in the heart, immeasurable.
Come here to me, I will share the feeling,
I'll wrap you in my dreams, with warm, sweet emotion.
I will kiss your eyes and lips gently,
I'll banish the sadness that's written in your heart.
I don't want to see tears on your cheeks anymore,
Only a smile that brightens the world.
Bad thoughts of despair will disappear like a shadow,
Stay with me, where love creates our dream.
Prompt: What brings greater joy, Giving or taking? Is it to enjoy a moment of my own delight, Or to give joy to others, unexpectedly?
It is beautiful to receive a gift, But I see greater beauty in the smile of a loved being, When it is I who can bring them happiness, Than to reap only for myself.
As I ponder more deeply, How gray would my life be, without splendor, If I only chased my own pleasures, Without giving joy to others in gratitude, Without grace.
That's why I prefer to look into Your eyes, When they sparkle with joy, beaming like an aurora, For it is in Your happiness that I find The purest source of my happiness, my Love.
Prompt: A man hangs over a precipice held by his hand.
By the woman whose heart you broke.
When her fingers loosen, you fall into the abyss.
Words will no longer help, for she is ready.
The weight of your guilt will decide everything.
Whether she will give you a chance or lower you into darkness.
The terror in your eyes.
No longer moves her.
Prompt: Two women entwined in an embrace,
Oriental beauty of wondrous grace.
Though imprisoned in quartzite stone,
Their love, beautifully carved, has grown.
I pay you tribute through warm affection,
I envy you, for you escape my reflection.
Women! How beautiful you truly are,
Caressed with feeling, admired from afar.
Polished by a thousand tender strokes,
Delicate, intricately crafted, their love evokes.
Does love need anything more to transcend,
Than admiration and understanding, in the end?
Prompt: Stupidity raised to the power.
Cook up a pinch of irony.
Top it off with joy.
Smash stoicism to a pulp.
No regrets and add curiosity.
Cover with patience and wait.
Inject love under pressure.
And to the sharpness add excitement.
Prompt: A barrel of laughter, a mischievous bunch of girls.
One by one they tease because it's their measure.
They measure the time they spend together with joy.
They giggle loudly cheering us all around.
They play with words, they play with gestures.
They prance, jump and dance happily.
Prompt: Purple, red, blue.
A young flower can be a magic rose.
Golden, beige, light brown.
It's desert sand glazed in the sun.
Black, white, yellow.
It's a flying peregrine falcon.
Orange, blue, grey.
It's the sun in the sky among the clouds.
Green, brown, emerald.
A mirage or perhaps an oasis?
Prompt: A crystal clear lady, water or rain.
On the bank of a river she gazes into the depths.
The sun reflected with a thousand reflections.
From a soul as sweet as a rose flower.
On the bend of a wild river.
She will swim and forget like sisters.
How beautiful and simple this world is.
Fallen from the sky, a pure gift.
Pity it is temporary and fleeting.
Prompt: Retrospection of memories, everyone has it,
Some warm, others we'd like to lose.
Conscience, like lightning, which illuminates them,
Slides of life on the canvas of the soul drawn.
Most of them are already fog, but still alive,
A slide captured in space-time.
Only feelings remain, like old black and white clichés,
Through the memory projector played over and over again.
And among them that love, long lost,
Like the warmth of hands, which is long gone.
The longing in the heart, which will never be extinguished,
Because the echo of memories still carries it in a whisper.
Prompt: When we are together, tangled like snakes,
So close that closer can't be, Until desire increases.
We tremble in ecstasy, in that moment without limit,
When our souls melt into unity, into a love dance.
Fleeting as the wind, this moment of heat,
Like the sun, which wanders in the blood with endorphins.
Wraps us in dreams soft down, with the warmth of emotion,
Awakening feelings that are full of fulfillment.
You give and share, with your beloved your whisper,
You forget the world, which has wings of blue, like a dream.
In unity strength, let the magic last forever,
For orgasm unites two souls so effectively.
Prompt: Do you perhaps have a handful of time?
Mine has slipped through my fingers.
I stand and think how little of it I have left.
How much more I could do.
A pinch or two would perhaps be enough.
The less of it left, the faster it runs away.
It chases madly without rest.
And when the last second flies by....
Prompt: Colors of Feelings
Love is a red glow, like embers in the heart burning,
Wraps you in warmth when the quiet evening comes.
Joy is the colors of the sun, in golden rays,
It dances in the wind, laughing in the footsteps of the shadow.
Beauty with blue blossoms in calm eyes,
Like a cloudless sky, which surrounds my soul.
A woman with a green leaf, what with the wind swirls,
Full of life and strength, her mystery enchants.
The leaf falls in the brown of autumn, in a warm breeze,
The wind carries it away, whispering of past existence.
Colors intertwine in the soul, creating harmony,
Feelings colorful reflections in the heart will stay for eternity.
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Prompt: Snow-white sheets with blue lace trim, woman nestled in dream, long hair cascading on pillow, delicate neck and nape, right side pose, body entwined with bedclothes, intimate embrace illusion, left leg bent, tanned skin against white sheets, oak wooden bed with intricate carvings, deep glossy varnish, river backdrop with rising fog, morning sun piercing mist, golden light caressing figure, warm and ethereal ambiance.
Prompt: An oriental beauty encased in jade. A woman, beautiful and charming. Dancing with a mysterious smile. Carved with delicate precision. With hundreds of thousands of details, almost alive. Polished with emotions and a heart. She gleams in the sunlight. Admired and loved, she stands on her pedestal. And if you kneel and bow to her, Who knows, if she is kind, you might place your hands on her in dance.
Prompt: The sun has just set, lighting up the sky with a red glow. Her heart breaks with despair, but this only motivates her to make the ultimate effort. A woman rides a strong horse at a gallop. The woman is dressed in a black leather jacket with white fur on the collar and black leather pants with silver buckles. On her feet are dark brown boots trimmed with white fur. When she passed the snowy top of the hill and looked down, she already knew she had won. There was a wide pier on the seashore and a boat beside it. In the distance a waiting sailing ship under full sail. On the pier an elegantly dressed man, a blue winter jacket with a fur collar in snow leopard. Elegant pants of the same color and black high top boots. The woman restrains her horse, which has almost come to a standstill, jumps off the horse and falls into the man's arms. -Love, you've been waiting! -Without you, dearest, life has no meaning. The man, embracing the woman, kisses her passionately.
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.
