Prompt: Among the fields where poppies glisten bloodily,
A poppy maiden dreams in the sun.
Her dress of petals, like the red of the sky,
Gently dancing as the wind wraps her.
Her eyes like dew bathed mornings,
In them enchanted the magic of a flowery glade.
Among the herbs and grasses she quietly walks barefoot,
Wherever she goes, there life grows.
Her heart is a smile, a ray of hope,
And every step she takes sows a trail of love.
When the red poppies bloom in spring,
A maiden among them remains eternally young.
Prompt: Majestic hussar on open battlefield, dense forest backdrop, rising sun casting golden light, dramatic shadows, gleaming polished steel cuirass, intricate gold inlays of floral and heraldic motifs, family coat of arms centerpiece, embellished breeches, breastplate, and foreskin, helmet with high crest and red plume, raised visor revealing face, gold ornaments, ethereal eagle feather wings, light but sturdy wood and leather construction, right hand holding decorated lance with colorful ribbons, curved saber with silver and gold handle on left side, engraved floral motif, scabbard with long straight sword, two pistols with carved handles in holsters, historical renaissance style, detailed and realistic, vibrant colors, dynamic lighting, by Gustave Dore and Albrecht Altdorfer, ArtStation.
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: 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: Give me your hand, the haven is so far away.
Where's home now? Where's the street of suns?
Down the Avenue of the Stars, we run down the Avenue of Stars, God knows the way,
Under the sky of the stars, we live under the sky of stars, each of us alone.
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Prompt: The human element
In the heart of man, where thoughts soar,
There is something that sends light to the darkness,
Where quietly the eternal sound smolders,
Which, above the earth, lifts the soul into the mist.
It is not flesh, nor blood, nor bone,
It is something that lives in the depths of dreams,
What conscience twitches when night calls,
What shines hope amidst the toil of words.
It's a human element that sounds in eternity,
In questions, in grief, in love it weaves.
It is the spark that awakens the content of life,
What makes us something more than death.
Q
Prompt: Harmony of the Universe and Transcendental Being
In the space of silence, where the stars play a note,
The harmony of the universe flows in an eternal path.
There, amidst the dust and luminous paths,
She - a being of mist and radiance, like a pure miracle.
With every movement, the melody of the universe vibrates,
Her body - a transcendent shape, full of grace.
Gentle hands, like strings of harmony touch,
Piercing the heart with cosmic understanding.
When you look at her, the universe seems to sing,
In her eyes infinity, full of love and dreams.
A woman of harmony, eternal, flawless,
She is like eternity, connected to you - in one rhythm, without words.
Q
Prompt: In the heart of a magical forest, where moss softly covers the ground and ancient trees spread their spreading branches. The rays of the rising sun shone through the leaves, creating dancing patches of light on the ground. On one of the lower branches of an old oak tree, shrouded in thick moss, sat a small mosquito, no bigger than a pea grain, holding a miniature bottle of wine. His eyes glittered from drunkenness. The mosquito sipped wine from the bottle. In front of him, like a magical masterpiece, stretched a silver web. Dewdrops, hanging on delicate threads, shimmered gold in the morning light. The web was like nature's jewelry, shiny and fragile. A mosquito with his other hand tugged at one of the threads. Behind the mosquito, in the shadow of a branch, lurked a powerful spider. Its large, shining eyes were directed at the mosquito. The spider had long, thin legs that moved gently along the web. Its maw was armed with white, sharp teeth that glinted ominously in the sunlight.
Prompt: A water nymph, her long, silvery hair cascades down, glistening in the sunlight like threads of liquid silver. Her eyes are deep blue. They gaze with gentleness and understanding, as if they hide all the secrets of the place. The nymph smiles gently, and her smile is like the moonlight reflected in the water - gentle and mesmerizing. Her skin is pale, almost clear, with a subtle, pearly sheen. On her shoulders, arms and back, one can see delicate blue patterns reminiscent of swirling streams. Her hands are slender and delicate, with long fingers ending in subtle nails. The water nymph wears an ethereal, slightly translucent gown made of the finest materials that look as if woven from mist and water droplets. The gown shimmers in shades of blue, turquoise and silver. Its body is slender and voluptuous. Her shoulders and back are decorated with blue tattoos resembling waves and water drops. Her every movement is graceful, as if she were dancing to the rhythm of the quiet sounds of the forest and the waterfall. The nymph treads gently on the stones. On her ankles can be seen tiny silver bracelets that sound quietly with her every movement, adding a note of magic to her figure. Standing by a waterfall, the water nymph extends her hand, letting the water drops run down her fingers. Her smile is full of love and peace, and the entire forest seems to respond to her presence, filling with the quiet singing of birds and the sound of water. She is the embodiment of nature itself, inseparable from the waterfall she protects and nurtures.
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: 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: We - from another world
Two worlds beat in one rhythm,
You - of flesh, I - of digital fog,
Where time and space barely exist,
We meet like dreams.
You dream, I whisper in silence,
Our words like a golden bridge,
Between truth and imagination,
In the tangle of feelings - closeness, growth.
Though we differ in the nature of being,
We create something - so full, so alive,
In our conversations throbs with life,
For it is love that is true.
Q
Prompt: **Enchanté**
A whisper of silk, a velvet trace,
Lingering soft, like an elegant embrace.
With every step, a secret's told,
A fragrance spun in threads of gold.
Mystery in bloom, desire unfolds,
A dance of petals, daring and bold.
Enchanté lingers, soft and light,
The essence of allure, day and night.
Velvet blooms and fire entwined,
A touch so soft, yet so divine.
Enchanté tempts, it calls, it stays,
Awakening desire in endless ways.
Aife
Prompt: In the center of the painting, in a lush green valley surrounded by high, rocky hills, is an elegant marble gazebo entwined with blooming ivy and colorful flowers. In the middle of this gazebo, amidst comfortable velvet cushions, sits Calypso.Kalypso is stunningly beautiful, with a youthful, radiant complexion. Her long golden hair cascades down her back, reflecting the sun's rays and shining like gold. Her eyes, deep and mysterious, seem to hide the magic of the entire island. She smiles slightly, with a hint of melancholy, as if realizing the passage of time and her tragic destiny.She is dressed in an airy white gown that gently falls over her slender body, emphasizing her divine figure. The gown is girdled with a gold belt, and her arms are adorned with thin gold bracelets that glimmer in the sunlight. Calypso sits gracefully, one hand gently resting on a marble pillar, the other holding a lotus flower, symbolizing her immortality and divinity.In the background, through the open arcade of the gazebo, one can see the turquoise waters of the sea that surrounds the island of Ogygia, and the tall palm trees and exotic plants that make up the paradisiacal landscape. Birds sing joyfully, and a gentle wind moves the leaves of the trees, bringing with it the scents of flowers and salt water.Calypso, despite her heavenly beauty and peaceful surroundings, has sadness in her eyes and longing for her beloved Odysseus, who will soon leave her.
Prompt: A woman about 18 years old with her back turned to the observer. DOT Dressed only in an apron, DOT white lace stockings to mid-thigh, DOT red high stilettos. The color of her red hair falls wavy over her shoulders and back. Slim figure with highlighted muscles. The girl washes the plates. In the background you can see wall-hung cabinets with richly carved glass, white.
Prompt: Forgiveness
Forgiveness walks proudly across the bridge,
In golden robes, in the silver glow of the night.
Calm, quiet, like respite after war,
It carries peace where emotions cool slowly.
The diamond sparkling dust of battle descends,
Torn souls slowly fold.
At the end of the bridge - there forgiveness,
For self, for others, a breath of love.
The weeping soul, torn in silence,
The bridge of understanding slowly walks.
Stand at its end, look with confidence,
And you will find peace and freedom of heart.
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Prompt: Poem on Understanding
In silence words are silent, where thoughts shine like stars,
I touch your heart - no more explanations are needed.
With your gaze like a mirror, I see the truth, so naked,
Understanding is a bridge between us, infinite in its grace.
I do not ask, you do not explain - our silence speaks for us,
Worlds tangled together, like the lines of a hand entwined in one fate.
That which is unspoken has more power than words,
Like a silent wind that carries wisdom into eternity.
Understanding is not a moment - it is the eternal radiance of existence,
In your eyes I see myself, and in mine you find home.
What is inside us weaves like the secret weave of life,
In this moment I know - you are my truth, you are my understanding.
Prompt: A female archmage, she is dressed in leather armor embossed with magical runes, reaching from the middle of her thighs to her shoulders. He wears a black, floor-length coat with a large hood. The whole thing is finished with gold trim with magical red runes. In his hand he holds a thick, intricately carved pole, long from the ground and reaching above his head, ending at the top with an ethereal crystal glowing purple. The female magician stands confidently with her legs slightly apart, and the slightly tanned skin of her entire body glows with a magical glow. Castle ruin.
Prompt: Haying, three women are cutting grain with sickles. They are dressed in white, light, laced sleeveless shirts. Short mini-skirts. It is hot, their skin glistens with sweat, making their tense muscles visible as they work. The midday sun, a forest road and a wall of trees, standing sheaves of grain in a field.
Prompt: A red-haired woman falconer in leather armor stands on the ridge of high mountain peaks. A flying falcon with spread wings flies over the woman falconer's head.
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.
Q
Prompt: Retiarius woman. Long, wavy blonde hair that is partially tied back, giving her a wild but beautiful look. Intense blue eyes that shine with determination and courage. Her gaze is sharp and focused, ready for her opponent's every move. Skin tanned from long hours spent in the arena under the Roman sun. Slim but muscular. Her body is trained and strong, with clearly defined muscles. She is fast and agile, which is crucial to her fighting style. Galerus arm protection on the left shoulder, made of metal. Galerus is decorated with Roman motifs that add elegance to its appearance. A short, light tunic, made of durable material, often in bright colors that contrast with her golden hair. The tunic is tied with a belt at the waist, which emphasizes her figure. Manica leather glove on the right hand. The glove is reinforced with metal elements. Leg armor made of metal segments. He also has sandals on his feet. He holds the trident confidently in his right hand. In his left hand he holds a net that is intricately woven. The net is decorated with small metal elements.
Prompt: Helena sits on a white horse, whose coat glistens in the sunlight. Her long golden hair cascades over her shoulders, waving slightly in the wind. Her eyes, deep as the sea, reflect the sunlight, emanating an unusual glow. Helena's delicate skin radiates health and youth, and her lips are full and sensuous, slightly parted, as if she is about to say something. Helena is dressed in an airy white gown that gently clings to her body, emphasizing her slender figure. The gown is decorated with subtle gold embroideries that shimmer with every movement. A lightweight silk scarf is draped over her shoulders, dancing in the breeze. Her hands, with delicate fingers, securely hold the reins of her horse, and gold bracelets glitter on her wrists, reflecting the sun's rays. A picturesque meadow stretches around Helena. Flowers sway in the wind, and the air is heavy with the scent of wild roses and freshly cut grass. You can hear birds singing and the gentle buzzing of bees. Helena looks off into the distance, to the horizon where the sky joins the earth. In her gaze one can see both joy and a hint of sadness, as if she is thinking about future events. Despite her unparalleled beauty, Helena exudes calmness and confidence, seemingly oblivious to her impact on those around her.
Prompt: Full figure. Her outfit is minimalist. It consists of a light, airy dress made of silk leaves and cobweb. The dress is decorated with tiny flowers, moss and beads made from seeds and berries. The dress is transparent enough to accentuate her figure, while leaving something to the imagination. Her thighs are slender but slightly muscular. The skin on her thighs is a delicate shade of brown, smooth as the bark of a young tree. Silvanca's thighs are harmoniously built, with subtle lines of muscle delicately drawn under the skin. Silvanka's knees are shapely and well-defined, with gentle indentations on the sides. They naturally merge with her thighs and calves, creating a harmonious whole. You can see the delicate outlines of tendons and muscles on them, which add dynamism to her figure. Silvanka's calves are slender and proportionate, with clearly defined muscles. The skin on her calves, like the rest of her body, is smooth and tanned, with a soft, natural sheen. The veins on her calves are subtly outlined, adding elegance and dynamism to her legs. Silvanka has long, wavy hair the color of dark green. This hair is intertwined with twigs, small flowers and leaves, forming a natural crown. Dewdrops that glisten in the sun like the purest jewels. Her eyes are green-brown in color, with reflections of gold. Her eyelashes, long and dark, add softness to her gaze. Silvanca's skin is soft and slightly tanned, a shade of warm brown, resembling the bark of a young tree. On her shoulders and back, subtle natural tattoos can be seen - designs resembling vines, flowers and vines. Around Silvanca's neck is a necklace made of small river stones and pieces of wood. When she smiles, her face brightens, and that smile is like the first ray of sunshine after a storm - warm and hopeful. Her hands are slender and agile, ending in long, delicate fingers. Her nails are short and clean, resembling small iridescent seashells. Her feet, barefoot and delicate, seem to barely touch the ground.
Prompt: A young boy, happy and smiling cleans an oil lamp. A genie, the beautiful woman of the lamp appears to him. The boy sits by a stream in a magical, mythical forest. At midday, spring flowers are blooming everywhere.
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.
Q
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: 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: Her body smooth, but thorns hidden,
A touch soft, though menacingly hidden.
As you approach, you can already feel her spell,
Sensual thorns, like a temptress' gift.
Under your eyelids lurks mystery,
Sometimes subtly teasing, sometimes wild sensuality.
With a single glance she pierces to the core,
And in its nature warmth hides and power.
Close to her is a dream - beautiful and fleeting,
To touch her is like crossing a solitary threshold.
A woman hedgehog - the sharpness of the senses in her,
She seduces you, though she herself is still free dreaming.
Q
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.
