Prompt: On the bank of a river, among quiet trees, a woman sits on an old wooden platform. The water flows lazily, reflecting the silver rays of the setting sun. In one hand she holds an open book and with the other she gently brushes its pages, as if sensing the stories written on them. In a light white dress, with her hair blown by the gentle breeze, she looks completely submerged in the world of letters, cut off from reality. A basket of flowers lies beside her, and the silence around her emphasises the calm and concentration of the moment.
Prompt: Grief
Her eyes already in the distant mist,
Like a silent whisper in the night's depths,
A pale smile that will not return,
A cold echo rings in the heart.
The past carried by the wind,
Like a leaf that fell from the tree,
Though I'm still trying to catch it,
Love is already gone into the world.
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: Three women hunters, hunting a large white man-eating tiger. The first of the women dressed in Roman armor, sandals, holds a sword and shield. The second woman dressed in Egyptian armor, sandals, holds a bow, quiver of arrows on her back. The third woman masked by a short delicate veil, a large straw Chinese hat on her head, holds two long swords. Stony wilderness, winter, sun at zenith.
Prompt: I was left only with melody
Suppresses the sound of my cry. I say to myself:
"Dance, dance, dance", but I don't know how
oh
I am only comforted by the melody
Suppresses my regret. I say to myself:
"Dance, dance, dance", maybe it will do something
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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: 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: In the midst of a snow blizzard, There goes a warrior woman dragging a horned monster on a chain. Tanned muscles contrast with the white snow. Dressed in a blue short veil. Frosted trees, fog. Early evening, snow glistens in the sun.
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: A small young girl sits perched on a unicorn, holding its mane. A damaged, torn ball gown. She is happy and smiling. Mythical forest large clearing. Fog, sunrise.
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 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: 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: A drop of rain runs down the petals of a rose,
Gentle as a woman's hand in a moment of sensuality,
Tenderness permeates every movement and glance,
And desire creeps in quietly, like the night wind.
A rose blooms, like a heart that longs for touch,
And a woman's laughter sounds, like a melody of joy.
In her eyes flash - it's fire, it's intimacy,
Every gesture is a dance of love, full of beauty.
The rain paints tiny drops on her skin,
Cool, but warm in the feelings it awakens,
A woman, like a flower, in the fullness of her radiance,
Laughs, lighting up the sky with her gaze.
Desire is a whisper, which is born in the rain,
Beauty is dew, which on the lips will stop,
Joy, intimacy, sensuality - all in it,
As in a rose, which in the rain blooms quietly.
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Prompt: Masked by a transparent blue as well as delicate as her robes, a small veil covering only the lower part of her face. A wild desert warrior with crossed swords on her back, flies on a huge dragonfly through the rocky desert. Fog, morning.
Prompt: In a quiet room where the light rubs off its glow,
The beloved waits with a heart full of faith,
In her hand the memory of a rose, the gift of her lover,
With a melancholy smile, a thought calls to him.
The scent of her still lingers in the air,
Like an echo of love that will never fade, never pass, never fade.
Eyes closed, and thoughts flow,
Like waves of the sea, towards the days when he will return to her for sure.
And she sees him from afar, in the light of day,
As he runs towards her, like a rose again in his hand trembling all over.
And her heart in her breast, like the wings of a bird,
Rises high, for behold, love returns - the one, the purest, the whole.
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Prompt: In the midst of a blizzard of snow, a woman mounted riding a stalwart horse at a gallop. She escapes a pack of wolves that follows her trail. Bending over the horse's neck, the woman's face is fierce because she knows that death follows the wolves. 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. The woman on horseback is riding along the forest wall along a snowy path and on the other side is a cliff and a frozen ice sea. But that's not her only problem, the sun breaking through the clouds in places is leaning toward the west and when it sets....
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: 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: Frivolous joy
She dances in the morning sunshine, carefree,
Hair blown by the wind, swirls like golden strands.
Her laughter is a melody, which echoes with her,
Joyful steps leave a trace in the summer mist.
In a dress as light as a breath of summer wind,
She runs through the meadow, enjoying every moment.
She knows no boundaries, her heart beats to the rhythm of life,
The world for her is a dance, full of color and brilliance.
Her eyes shine like stars in the night silence,
Everything is new, in every corner a discovery.
Joy burns in her like the fire of youth,
Frivolous, full of hope, in the midst of dreams she walks.
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Prompt: She dances, stretched out in the moonlight,
full of radiance.
Ethereal robes swirl in the light of the mist,
The moon illuminates, as if dreams have become gold dust.
She whirls around her axis, frantic as the wind,
Rainbow rays illuminate each bar.
The mythical forest's silent steps give shelter,
And the ball's light flashes, like a distant sound echoing a bell.
Arms open, heart full of radiance,
Happiness danced in the night sand.
Illuminates the world where mist and moonlight linger,
In her dance all the colours of life intertwine.
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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: 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: Forgiveness on the bridge of understanding
Forgiveness walks on the bridge in golden robes,
Lightly, unhurriedly, and with peace in its gaze.
A bridge built of questions and answers,
Each step heals the wounds the heart carries.
On one side - anger, grief and loneliness,
On the other, love, warmth and boundless freedom.
Forgiveness connects these worlds separated,
With a bridge of truth it leads, until the wounds are healed.
With each step, in the silence, you hear the heartbeat,
In it hope grows, old bitterness fades.
At the end of the bridge - understanding without limits,
There forgiveness waits, reaching out its hands.
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Prompt: The feminine power of nature
She is a mother, what teaches the steps among the roads of life,
The first teacher, who hides wisdom in the heart.
A peacemaker in storms, who paints peace on faces,
Keeper of the fire of love, which eternally burns in the home fireplace.
Her hands cuddle in suffering, Her words soothe pain,
She is the confidant of secrets, what hides the deep current of dreams.
A dreamer, what soars on the wings of imagination,
Yet she stands firmly on the ground, full of strength and prudence.
Her heart, like a flowing river, carries generations in its waters,
It strengthens, inspires, leads amidst dawn and dusk.
In her eyes the light of the past, present and future trembles,
Able to create worlds where love without boundaries lives.
She is everything - the beginning and the end of this path,
Mother of the earth who gives birth and nourishes, guards and protects.
Her spirit weaves into every existence, into every whisper,
Immeasurable, steadfast, guardian of all the elements of the universe.
Qqpin
Prompt: On the asteroid where the stars sleep,
The clockmaker of light lays her hands,
At a table of crystal, in silence the night lingers,
Through the prism of the rainbow, subtlety in pale radiance rises in counsel.
With a golden needle she sews time into dawn,
Scattering colours like dreams from a dream,
Each ray tuned to spin eternity,
In a luminous dance, like a heart's breath.
In her fingers flickers the whole universe trembling,
A second rises, a ray flows to the wind,
And in her eyes the sky, in silence swirls,
She creates light, as if she herself were the light of all time.
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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: Joy and hope.
The sun rose with a warm smile,
The morning cuddles the day in its arms,
Let the world be filled with laughter,
And the heart trembles in joyful tones.
Memories like butterflies light,
Swirl in the golden glow of the sky,
Though yesterday was grey with sadness,
Today we only need happiness!
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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.
