Prompt: Fury of Feelings
When the storm rages in the unseen heart,
Hopes burn, in sparks die,
Fury like fire burns in silence,
Turns all that was into shadow ruins.
Anger rolls in, like an avalanche ominous,
Breaks down the walls of tenderness without end,
In its embrace feelings crumble into dust,
There is no salvation, only cold sobbing.
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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: In a mystical forest at night among the stars and moonlight, where the trees are covered with green moss. There walked a mysterious figure of a woman in red hair with a diadem on her forehead. She was dressed in a mid-thigh-length dress that was transparent woven with moonlight. The dress was decorated on the sleeves and lower part with motifs of flowers and leaves in luminous gold. Through the shadow, the silhouette of a woman could be guessed. Large firm breasts accentuated the gown at this height, making the woman's figure perfectly visible. The silhouette was narrow at the waist which harmoniously transitioned into medium-sized female hips, the long shapely legs were clad in dusty sandals tied crosswise somewhere at calf height. The woman carried a lantern that emanated a golden glow, the glass and body of the lantern were intricately carved.
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 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: Oh, what a grateful fate I would feel,
If I wrapped my heart in Your grace.
Carrying You in my hands, like a precious treasure felt,
Fulfilling the dreams the spirit could not grasp.
I would pave Your paths with red rose petals,
I would make your every step a sweet whisper of a pleasant song.
Your eyes, with the shine of stars, I would sing your praises in the sky,
And I would weave your every smile into the wind's pride.
And so, my love's flame, eternally unquenchable,
In the dawn and dusk would last hot.
Let words, though flippant, testify boldly:
To love you forever - this is what I have dreamed of!
Q
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: 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: Red-haired Melancholy
In her hair autumn hid,
Red in color, like the west of the day,
And my heart trembles, for in her gaze
Lost my soul has.
Her shadow flits among the memories,
Silent as the wind in the golden leaves of the trees,
And though I call out to her in a hushed whisper,
The answer carries a hollow chant.
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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: He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Imagine a tranquil evening as the sun slowly bends toward the west, leaving shades of blue, gold and silver in the sky, as if the sky were covered with delicate embroideries of light. There is a silence in the air, broken only by the rustling of the wind in the leaves of the trees.
In a clearing, surrounded by twilight, stands a man, modest in appearance, but with eyes full of love. His beloved, a gentle woman with a calm expression, stands before him. Unspoken words and deep emotions can be sensed in the air. The man kneels before her, symbolically laying out something invisible on the ground - his dreams, his desires, his inner self. What he gives is not material, but is of greater value to him than all the riches of the world.
The woman gently crisscrosses the ground, as if afraid to touch the invisible. A smile full of understanding and gratitude is painted on her face. The entire scene is dominated by silence, tranquility and great gentleness. Moonlight illuminates their silhouettes, creating an atmosphere full of magic and intimacy.
It's a scene full of subtlety, where every gesture, every glance carries a huge emotional charge. Dreams, though intangible, become the most precious gift a man can give to his beloved.
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: 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: 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: Summer love
On warm evenings when the wind whispers lightly,
She and he, among the tall grasses step,
Stars twinkling, hearts still faster,
And there's a gleam in the eyes, like a fire flashing in the gloom.
Hand in hand, among the flowers of the field waves,
The sweet scent of summer floats around them,
Tender glances, quiet sighs of heat,
And everything says: ‘We will stay in this dream forever.’
At the edge of the night, as the moon looks down,
Their lips meet in a gentle breath,
And love, like a summer storm, full of fury,
Kindles souls, eternal, without weariness.
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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: 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: In a huge forest clearing, hidden deep in a mythical ancient forest, a mysterious mist spreads, creating an ethereal atmosphere. The trees around the clearing are huge, their mighty trunks overgrown with moss and vines, and their crowns weave high above the ground, forming a natural vault. In the middle of the clearing, amidst the mist, an unusual figure appears. It is an electric being, a voluptuous woman whose body is composed of micro electrical discharges. Her skin appears to be woven from pure energy, shimmering in colors of silver, blue and gold. Light dances on her surface, creating ever-changing patterns that exude warmth and magnetism. Her movements are fluid and graceful, as if she is one with the energy around her. Each step, each gesture leaves behind streaks of luminous discharges that slowly blur into mist. The creature moves with delicacy and elegance, as if dancing to nature's invisible melody. The clearing is illuminated by a soft, diffused light that penetrates the mist, creating a mystical, almost supernatural landscape. Flickering skylights can be seen around the electric being, who seems to be attracted to its energy. A thick carpet of moss lies on the ground, and in the midst of it bloom a variety of colorful flowers that glisten in her light.
Prompt: A little young girl hugs the head of a unicorn. Damaged torn ball gown. She is happy and smiling. Mythical forest large clearing. Fog, sunrise.
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: 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: Hamadrida, her long, wavy hair seems to be entwined with the leaves of the oak tree, shimmering in shades of green, gold and brown. Her eyes, as deep green as the oldest oak leaves, shine with intelligence and mystery, and she is cheerful and happy. On the temples of the hamadrid, one can see delicate golden ribbons adorning her forehead, adding a mystical glow to her figure. Her face is delicate, with harmonious features that exude joy and wisdom. The hamadrid's skin is pale, almost clear, with a subtle sheen reminiscent of dew at dawn. On her cheeks and shoulders, intricate patterns reminiscent of the veins of leaves can be seen, as if nature has imprinted its mark on her body. Her body is slender and voluptuous. Her shoulders and back are decorated with gold and green tattoos, resembling twisting branches and vines. Her hands, delicate and slender, are finished with nails resembling tiny shiny leaves. Hamadrida wears an ethereal gown made of delicate, almost transparent materials that ripple with her every movement, as if they were made of mist. The gown shimmers in shades of green, gold and brown. Her legs are slender and shapely, and her feet tread gently on the soft, mossy ground. On her ankles are tiny gold bracelets. In the heart of a mythical forest, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, stands a majestic oak tree. Its massive, spreading branches form a dense canopy of leaves. The tree's bark, covered with a dense network of cracks and knots, glistens in the glow of the last rays of the day, almost golden. At the base of the oak, where the roots emerge from the ground to form an intricate network, the story of the hamadriad begins. By Luis Royo, Tom Bagshaw, Pino Daeni, Karol Bak
Prompt: Female mechanic, white shirt, unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up to elbow height, dirty from grease. Short tight shorts, sports shoes. A woman with long red hair, tanned, shiny skin from the sun. She is repairing a standing tractor in a field, a forest road. Midday sun, hot air creating mirages.
Prompt: A red-haired girl among fields wide,
With pigtails sticking up at her sides,
In colourful stockings that laugh with fate,
In a mini-skirt, sewn on easily with a square voice.
By the haystack, with sling in hand,
Pipi stands, with a smile on her thin lips.
Freckled face, full of playful power,
The world belongs to her, for she has the gleam of night in her eyes.
Oversized shoes, from mud and adventures written,
They step proudly, in a dance in fields unknown.
In the background the forest, the mill, and the wind whispers softly to her,
‘Pipi, girl, your spirit is like an echo.’
She knows no fear, no boredom of the day,
Pipi knows that freedom is her game.
Sunset Serenity: Asian Women's Adventure on Turtle's Back
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1871 X 1069
(2.00 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: A golden sunset stretches across the majestic mountains that rise above the dense forests. The sky is filled with warm shades of orange, pink and gold, and the sun's rays lay gently on the treetops, creating a magical aura. A large sea turtle glides in the sky, its huge shell glistening in the golden rays of the sun. On its back sits a small group of young women, all Asian. Their long, dark hair waves in the wind, creating swirling cascades around their faces. The women are wearing unbuttoned white shirts, which fly slightly, exposing their skin and giving the scene a sense of freedom. Their mini skirts are short, emphasizing youthfulness and energy. Each of them exudes grace and delicacy, while expressing confidence and joy in this extraordinary journey. The turtle moves majestically, its fins moving slowly but with great power. Its eyes are wise and calm, as if it carried the secrets of the oceans. The shell, covered with a delicate pattern, reflects the sun's rays, creating a kaleidoscope of colors on its surface. In the background one can see vast forests, whose treetops are illuminated by the warm light of the setting sun. The mountains in the distance form a dramatic horizon, their peaks drowning in a golden glow. The whole scene is full of magic and beauty, showing an incredible adventure in an extraordinary landscape. The young women on the back of the turtle look like characters from a fairy tale. Nature and fantasy are intertwined in one harmonious whole.
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: Howling
Under a bright sky, in the color of green,
Black stars shine in the heavenly space.
The purple forest whispers in the darkness of night,
The rainbow moon illuminates the phenomenal powers.
Amidst the pink mist, among the yellow mosses,
A woman like a dream among surreal dreams.
The red of her hair blazes in the light,
And orange eyes shine in delight, in brightness playfully.
Clad in a blue mist, what dances around her,
Her golden skin full of light creeping in dancing movements.
She stands in the clearing, her heart full of anticipation,
Surreal flowers like metallic dust entwine her robes.
She waits for a winged messenger from a distant land,
A letter from her lover, which flows through the dimensions.
Blue leaves from the trees fall slowly,
And she, happy, wrapped in radiance, full of love's eternal desire.
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Prompt: In the idyllic silence of love
(For your wedding anniversary)
In an idyllic corner where the wind hums lightly,
Where golden rays will awaken a new day,
She stands, quiet, with a smile like a note,
Recalling a year of love, happiness and hardship.
With dogs by her side, amid fields in bloom,
A golden aura surrounds her hidden world,
Slim and graceful, like a rural landscape,
With your beloved in your heart, in the sunshine you have.
This day, this anniversary, how their love lasts,
Like a country garden full of flowers amidst the day,
May the years to come bring them,
What in idyllic their love blooms every night.
Q
Prompt: Amidst a blizzard of snow, a castle with a tall tower. A young prince on a white horse. Frosted trees, mist. Early evening, snow glistens in the sunlight.
Prompt: Buddhist monastery in the mountains. A stone bench in a zen garden. Behind it can be seen the delicately blooming sakura cherry trees, whose petals float in the air, creating a pink rain. In the distance looms the outline of monastery buildings made of wood, with traditional curved roofs covered with ceramic tiles. A path of small white pebbles leads to a bench, surrounded by carefully laid stones and small shrubs. Surrounding the bench are low green bonsai bushes and small purple flowers. The sky is blue, with soft white clouds. The first rays of the sun begin to break through the leaves of the trees, creating golden streaks of light. The soft sound of wind chimes can be heard in the background. young Asian woman sits on a stone bench in a semi-lotus, immersed in deep meditation. Her hands rest gently in her lap, with her fingers lightly folded into a mudra. Cherry petals float around her, creating an ethereal, almost magical image. The morning light gently illuminates her face, emphasizing the peace and harmony that emanates from her figure. Body structure slender and delicate. Oval face, with soft features, gently flushed cheeks, full lips in a natural pink hue. Eyes large, almond-shaped, with a deep, dark brown color, full of calmness and wisdom.
Black hair, long, tied in a low, straight ponytail, with single strands falling over the face.
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.
