Prompt: In a transparent gloss the inverted sky Is broken by a thin thread of rain, And the shaky world of reflections, where reality and fiction, Is drawn as a mystery of existence. And the earthly world becomes more transparent, And the sadness of autumn cannot be explained, Whose images are so wonderful and pleasant, In them you want to dissolve and live.
Prompt: My soul is a wanderer, it goes on long paths, everything works tirelessly on roads or trails. My soul is a wanderer, it glows, then it crumples and, like the dew of heaven, it is washed with tears. Her paths are not close either by swamps, then by heights, she bumps into stones. Her paths are not close, not all are lined with silks, she lives, she is sad. He will repay everything with retribution, neither silver nor gold. My soul is a wanderer and prays and repents...
Prompt: The autumn winds play a sad melody on the strings of cobwebs. In the cold, homeless sky , the crane's wedge melts in a farewell wave. My city is shrouded in a yellow shroud, Hidden in the drizzling smoke of rain, And bound by the damp fog of hopelessness, As if by the spell of an evil sorcerer.
Prompt: The city is covered with white snow, as if dressed in a warm fur coat,
Rare passers-by rejoice, leaving their mark on the snow.
The city immediately became bright and clean, after the autumn slush and rains,
White, gentle, smooth and fluffy, silvery in the reflection of the lanterns.
Peace and bliss, silence around and grace,
That came to earth with the first snow,
To convey greetings to us from heaven.
Prompt: And tomorrow it's already winter, And the city will breathe coolness from the sky - And what do you expect from winter yourself? - I'm waiting for a thaw, then a snowfall; Sometimes capricious, like a child, Winter comes out of nowhere - What will you wish for yourself? - I'll wish for a miracle, of course; And soon the Christmas tree and the New Year, And happiness will knock on the door again - Do you believe that it will come? - I sincerely believe in it; The chimes will strike twelve times, And the holiday will ring out into the apartment - What will you wish for at this hour? - I will wish peace to all people...
Prompt: In a transparent gloss the inverted sky Is broken by a thin thread of rain, And the shaky world of reflections, where reality and fiction, Is drawn as a mystery of existence. And the earthly world becomes more transparent, And the sadness of autumn cannot be explained, Whose images are so wonderful and pleasant, In them you want to dissolve and live.
Prompt: I see your image against the backdrop of eternal pines, You are so beautiful in the soft evening light... You do not call me with you, you just silently look... Full of sorrow, where are these eyes?.. No, I do not want to unravel your suffering, And all the reasons for your minor notes. Stay SO in me - a tangle of outlines, an illusion of a dream... I beg you!.. But you are stubborn... Well, push me away!.. Well, let me go free!.. Don't grow in me like the inevitability of a miracle. Your eyes... Your words... So sweet and so painful. Oh my God, where are you from?.. Where are you from?!..
Prompt: And tomorrow it's already winter, And the city will breathe coolness from the sky - And what do you expect from winter yourself? - I'm waiting for a thaw, then a snowfall; Sometimes capricious, like a child, Winter comes out of nowhere - What will you wish for yourself? - I'll wish for a miracle, of course; And soon the Christmas tree and the New Year, And happiness will knock on the door again - Do you believe that it will come? - I sincerely believe in it; The chimes will strike twelve times, And the holiday will ring out into the apartment - What will you wish for at this hour? - I will wish peace to all people...And tomorrow it's already winter,And the city will breathe coolness from the sky- And what do you expect from winter yourself?- I'm waiting for a thaw, then a snowfall;Sometimes capricious, like a child,Winter comes out of nowhere- What will you wish for yourself?- I'll wish for a miracle, of course;And soon the Christmas tree and the New Year,And happiness will knock on the door again- Do you believe that it will come?- I sincerely believe in it;The chimes will strike twelve times,And the holiday will ring out into the apartment- What will you wish for at this hour?- I will wish peace to all people...
Prompt: The clatter of train wheels, like credits in the final frame, and you begin to choke on the last word. Talking endlessly about something completely wrong, for some reason to say something important - like running in chains. These few words that were repeated out loud all night, came out for an encore, like actors in a dashing play, stumbled at dawn, fell, buried themselves in the chest and scrape against the throat with a dull rusty saber.
Prompt: Against the background of an autumn park, a close-up of a beautiful blonde girl in a hat and a modern suit of a soft blue color, artistic. realistic. digital painting, bright
Prompt: More about Enchanting Beauty in Autumn's Embrace A young woman with captivating green eyes and flowing hair wears a wide-brimmed hat adorned with intricate designs. She stands amidst a vibrant autumn forest, exuding a serene, enchanting beauty. #autumnforest #flowinghair #greeneyes #widebrimmedhatportrait #youngwoman
Prompt: Celebrate everything, everything. Woke up at dawn, Opened your eyes - be happy that you woke up, That you returned home again, Even if it's weekdays on the calendar, Even if you're stuck in hard times, Even if it's raining and gloomy - try to enjoy The living rain. After all, you may never wait For other reasons and causes...
Prompt: Appreciate every day, no matter what it is, let it be bitter sometimes, and the sky cries, but life is all striped, after the cold comes defrosting, and again the warmth in the soul and in the sky of the bird, victory will return after defeat. Love every day, don't rush it, and appreciate every minute!
Prompt: When passions become duller with age, then feelings are deeper and truer.
They only embrace the soul, but do not dominate it.
It is not in vain that the soul cherishes their unfading blossom.
And late love is beautiful when there is no rough passion in it.
When mutual prayers of two save from trouble,
God opens the gate to His heavenly gardens for them.
And the storms of the world will not dry up the divine roots of love.
When passions become duller with age,
then feelings are deeper and truer.
Prompt: Goldeneye knocked on the door-autumn, She kissed her cheeks and eyes with the sun… She danced in showers in the gold of the ears… Autumn is on the threshold, spring is in my soul!
Prompt: And tomorrow it's already winter, And the city will breathe coolness from the sky - And what do you expect from winter yourself? - I'm waiting for a thaw, then a snowfall; Sometimes capricious, like a child, Winter comes out of nowhere - What will you wish for yourself? - I'll wish for a miracle, of course; And soon the Christmas tree and the New Year, And happiness will knock on the door again - Do you believe that it will come? - I sincerely believe in it; The chimes will strike twelve times, And the holiday will ring out into the apartment - What will you wish for at this hour? - I will wish peace to all people...
Prompt: The mood color is yellow A young woman is very beautiful in a light dress with yellow polka dots, blonde, very lush hair, under an umbrella in the park, summer rain outside
Prompt: fairytale forest. beautiful thin trees. snow and ice. snow maiden in a silver fur coat trimmed with fur. hold a bullfinch in your hands. fairytale atmosphere. many small details. painting on iron. high detail. high resolution
Prompt: Indian summer, like the last departing tram, will give us its smile and disappear around the bend. The air above our heads is sweet and rotten, and we can still collect the last crumbs of warmth in it before the cold begins to penetrate to the bones, to numbness.
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.
