Prompt: Against the background of an autumn forest, stands a very beautiful woman in full growth. There is something autumnal in this woman... As if autumn gave her its heart, Flashes of feelings, a golden-amber mixture, and a special tenderness, and a secret power. Someone gave her a sad and rare talent: to see the hidden, to hear hints in a whisper. So she lives, boldly inhaling the fog, going into the deciduous distance as if into a fairy tale. Lips the color of carmine, strands of light-brown hair, innate grace, a felt hat, An echo of light melancholy in her once intertwined with a waltz
Prompt: professional photo, drops falling from icicles hanging from an ice-covered Christmas tree decorated with toys, morning, the sun is reflected in each icicle, low angle, multi-layered image, a series of networks, connections, circles and dots with many bright flashes inside each circle and dot, high detail, HDR
Prompt: And the first snow, like first love,
Most likely it, like it, will melt..
We will remember it sometimes,
As we often remember our youth.
Snowflakes, like an angel's feather,
Lie weightlessly on the mitten ...
And in the soul it is joyful and light,
As if I got into childhood again.
And I want to believe in miracles,
And the heart is quietly filled with joy.
Let the first love have long passed,
But the fairy tale has remained forever in the soul ...
Prompt: When your soul howls with longing, when you understand that you are no longer twenty, Your heart will squeeze as if in a vice... And there is no one... and no one to cuddle up to... When your whole life is a torn sheet of paper, and emptiness... and people have turned away... Remember that God is always with you, He will understand everything, forgive and will not judge.
Prompt: The sky is caught by the October flash, The rain drops a tear into the crimson foliage... A boat is sailing through the October puddles, Carrying an orange dream to someone. And the sounds of midnight violins flow, touching the colors of lights and stars, And the face of wisdom is paradoxical, The moon admires the precious ingot. And inspiration, it is with sadness, From the falling leaves and white cranes - The soul of a piercing picture. Divine candles burn in the night. And somewhere the sea awaits an exciting tide, And stretches out waves - hands to us with you.
Prompt: What will happen next? And then December will come, It will blow away the last leaves from the frozen ground. You will want a warm blanket, a biscuit with chocolate... The main thing is to take care of your soul, it is afraid of drafts.
Prompt: What will happen next? And then? - life, as usual: Joy, sorrow, worries, affairs, vanity... Do you really think that this is very prosaic? But the canvas of life is woven from these moments.
Prompt: My world is shattered. And now in the four directions Outside of space and outside of time, the crows call ominously to grief. This hoarse, drawn-out cry fills the soul to the point of frenzy: No matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you drive it away – you will not find salvation. Life knits – loop after loop – hopeless loneliness... Because... I love you Hopelessly and selflessly.
Prompt: Calm me down, Lavender,
Enchant with purple color.
Your fragrance is a delight to me,
The smell of a good fairy tale in summer.
Keep the insects away,
You're getting a little tipsy,
I found out from friends., —
Tea is wonderful from a flower.
Warm your soul, lavender,
Take away the evil witches.
I'll listen to the song again.
About love and the sadness of loss...
Prompt: When your soul howls with longing, when you understand that you are no longer twenty, Your heart will squeeze as if in a vice... And there is no one... and no one to cuddle up to... When your whole life is a torn sheet of paper, and emptiness... and people have turned away... Remember that God is always with you, He will understand everything, forgive and will not judge.
Prompt: on a snow-white window transparent curtains, a cup of hot coffee white and soft blue fir cones 3d, volumetric, soft, airy, snowflakes soft, transparent, glitter, radiance, cozy New Year's atmosphere
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.
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.
