Prompt: In the dim light of this sterile enclosure, I stand, a cow, a silent witness to the echoes of despair that reverberate within these cold walls. Each muted moo echoes the tale of innocence lost, a chorus of silent pleas unheard by indifferent ears. The pungent scent of fear hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of impending doom. My eyes, mirrors of a soul that knows not its fate, reflect the somber truth that binds us all in this final act. The rhythmic thud of approaching footsteps sends shivers through my being, a prelude to the inevitable. I ponder the serenity of green pastures, a distant memory fading like the setting sun. In this symphony of sorrow, I find myself at the mercy of a fate predetermined, a mere creature resigned to the unforgiving hands of time and circumstance.
Prompt: Amidst the emerald canopy where the rainforest breathes, I am a parrot, a feathered voyager of vibrant hues and I ponder the symphony of nature. My plumes, a palette of verdant greens and sapphire blues, mirror the lush tapestry that envelops me. Through the rhythmic pitter-patter of raindrops, I dance upon branches, a winged minstrel echoing the forest's secrets. Each chirp and rustle becomes a sonnet, a testament to the interconnected ballet of life that unfolds beneath the vast emerald theater. From the whispering leaves to the distant calls of kindred spirits, I am but a feathered witness to the ceaseless narrative of the rainforest, where every creature and leaf, a storyteller in this ancient chronicle. And as I take flight through the verdant expanse, my wings carry not just the weight of plumes but the echoes of a jungle's soul, a soliloquy woven by nature's hand.
Prompt: As I flutter through the crisp azure sky, a monarch butterfly on a majestic journey, I find solace in the rhythmic dance of my delicate wings. The sun's warm embrace propels me southward, a nomad seeking refuge in the ethereal warmth of Mexico's ancient oyamel fir forests. Each beat of my wings whispers tales of ancestral migrations, a legacy etched in nature's script. Beneath, the Earth transforms, a patchwork quilt of vibrant landscapes. I marvel at the rivers and mountains, witnesses to the passage of time. My kin, scattered like autumn leaves, join this great procession—a kaleidoscope of orange and black against the canvas of a boundless sky. Yet, as I embark on this odyssey, a solitary pilgrimage, a poignant realization flutters within me. I am but a fleeting chapter in the chronicle of generations, a delicate brushstroke in the grand mural of life. May the winds carry my story, my essence, to distant ears, and may my journey echo in the whispers of future wings.
Prompt: A wolf howling at a full moon at night with a a stunning black sky, intricate, detailed, extremely-ultra-detailed line-art, Zentangle Art, by Charles Wysocki, Ivan Generalic, Aubrey Beardsley, Salvador Dali, Ivan Lackovic
Prompt: In the quiet shadows of the night, I, a rooster, stands vigilant, feathers ruffled against the cool embrace of darkness. The world sleeps, wrapped in a shroud of stillness, as if time itself holds its breath. Yet, within me stirs an anticipation, a primal rhythm that pulses through my being. The ebony sky is my canvas, adorned with stars like gleaming jewels, and I, the lone sentinel, await the maestro's cue. Oh, the impending crescendo of dawn, where the inky abyss yields to the warm hues of day! With each passing moment, my heart quickens, a cadence matching the unseen conductor orchestrating the celestial symphony. My comb, a vibrant banner, yearns to catch the first rays, and my voice, a clarion call, aches to break the silence. As the veil of night dissipates, I shall unleash the anthem of a new day, proclaiming my existence in this timeless ritual. For in this transition, I am reborn, a herald of the sun's resplendent ascent.
Prompt: In this cornfield, i am a lonely scarecrow on a stick who stands alone. My straw-stuffed form, a mockery of life, yearns for the warmth of companionship that the winds of neglect deny me. Each day, I watch the world dance by—laughter echoing from afar, birds soaring freely, while I remain tethered to this forlorn post. My patched garments cling to me like faded memories, a testament to endless days and nights spent in silent vigil. Oh, how I tire of the crows that mock my existence, their cackles a cruel reminder of the isolation I endure. I dream of a life beyond this wooden cross, where I could tread the earth with purpose, not merely to frighten away feathered intruders. The sun dips below the horizon, casting shadows upon my weary frame. As darkness descends, I whisper to the moon, my only confidant in this spectral symphony. Alas, my silent plea remains unanswered, and I stand, a lonely sentinel in a sea of endless emptiness.
Prompt: Being a bud is like living on the cusp of possibility. It's a state of anticipation and potential, a delicate balance between vulnerability and resilience. As a bud, you're tightly wrapped in protective layers, sheltered from the world's uncertainties. Your existence is defined by patience, as you wait for the perfect moment to unfurl and reveal your inner beauty. There's a sense of quiet strength in being a bud, a promise of growth and transformation. You feel the warmth of the sun and the caress of the breeze, nurturing your growth from within. Every day brings new sensations and subtle changes, as you inch closer to blooming. It's a journey of self-discovery, as you explore your identity and purpose. Being a bud is a reminder that growth takes time, and the world is full of wonders waiting to be unveiled. It's a unique and precious phase of life, where the potential of the future is cradled in the simplicity of the present.
Prompt: As the days grew shorter and autumn's chill crept across the land, a magical spectacle unfolded in the heart of North America. Millions of Monarch butterflies embarked on their incredible migration. These delicate creatures, with wings painted in shades of orange and black, were driven by an innate compass, their destination a remote forest in Mexico. In a synchronized ballet of nature, the Monarchs soared above fields and cities, covering thousands of miles. They faced countless challenges, from fierce winds to predators, yet they pressed on with unwavering determination. Along their journey, they sought nectar from vibrant wildflowers, providing a breathtaking spectacle for those lucky enough to witness it. Finally, they arrived at their ancestral sanctuary deep in the Mexican mountains, clustering together for warmth and protection. A vibrant sea of orange filled the forest, a testament to the enduring marvel of migration, a testament to nature's astounding beauty and resilience.
Prompt: As the days grew shorter and autumn's chill crept across the land, a magical spectacle unfolded in the heart of North America. Millions of Monarch butterflies embarked on their incredible migration. These delicate creatures, with wings painted in shades of orange and black, were driven by an innate compass, their destination a remote forest in Mexico. In a synchronized ballet of nature, the Monarchs soared above fields and cities, covering thousands of miles. They faced countless challenges, from fierce winds to predators, yet they pressed on with unwavering determination. Along their journey, they sought nectar from vibrant wildflowers, providing a breathtaking spectacle for those lucky enough to witness it. Finally, they arrived at their ancestral sanctuary deep in the Mexican mountains, clustering together for warmth and protection. A vibrant sea of orange filled the forest, a testament to the enduring marvel of migration, a testament to nature's astounding beauty and resilience.
Prompt: In the heart of a sun-drenched plaza, a masterpiece sculpture emerges, capturing the essence of a bird nest with eggs with captivating grace and emotion. Crafted from pristine white marble, the sculpture stands as a testament to the sculptor's skill and the old man's enduring spirit. The elderly figure is frozen in mid-step, his body twisted in a fluid, dynamic pose that exudes vitality. His feet seem to barely touch the ground, defying the weight of time as they lift off in an elegant, airy rhythm. Every sinew of his muscular frame is delicately chiseled, reflecting the years of experience that have shaped his graceful movements. The old man's face carries a deep, serene expression, his eyes closed as he loses himself in the music of the universe. His long, flowing beard and hair sway with the rhythm, creating an illusion of movement and life. As the sun's rays caress the sculpture, the play of light and shadow highlights the fine details, casting dramatic contrasts that breathe life into the stone. This masterpiece sculpture transcends time, inviting viewers to feel the magic of the old man's dance, evoking a profound sense of joy, nostalgia, and wonder
Prompt: On the enigmatic planet of Xylothia, life takes on a surreal and otherworldly quality. The landscape is dominated by towering, bioluminescent flora that emit a soft, ethereal glow, casting an eerie yet enchanting light across the land. The planet's rivers are not composed of water but instead flow with a shimmering, iridescent liquid that seems to defy the laws of physics, winding and meandering through the landscape in intricate, ever-changing patterns. Xylothia's exotic life forms range from floating, translucent creatures that drift lazily through the air to massive, plant-animal hybrids that communicate through complex harmonious songs. The inhabitants of this world have evolved unique adaptations, such as bioluminescent skin and intricate symbiotic relationships with the surreal flora. Exploring Xylothia is a dreamlike experience, as visitors navigate through an ecosystem that blurs the boundaries between reality and fantasy, creating a sense of wonder that defies imagination.
Prompt: In the fiery depths of Hell, the air was thick with the acrid scent of burning souls, and the screams of the damned echoed endlessly. But it wasn't the inferno that tormented the lost souls the most; it was the company they were forced to keep. Hell was a place teeming with selfish, self-centered and mean people who had spent their lives on Earth prioritizing their own desires and ambitions above all else. Now, they were trapped in a never-ending cycle of torment, surrounded by others just like them. In this nightmarish realm, they were eternally cursed to compete for limited resources, hoarding and guarding their possessions, never knowing the joys of selflessness or compassion. Their cries for help went unheard, as they had all ignored the pleas of others during their lifetimes. In Hell, the punishment was not the fire that raged around them, but the loneliness of a soul condemned to a selfish eternity, forever separated from the warmth of empathy and kindness.
Prompt: The human spirit is a powerful and complex force that drives individuals to overcome adversity, pursue their dreams, and connect with others on a deeply emotional level. It is the essence of our humanity, the intangible quality that sets us apart from other species. The human spirit is resilient, often defying the odds and prevailing in the face of insurmountable challenges. It is the source of creativity, innovation, and the pursuit of knowledge, pushing us to explore the unknown and expand the boundaries of our understanding. The human spirit also fosters a deep sense of empathy and compassion, allowing us to form meaningful relationships and connect with one another on a profound level. It is the source of art, culture, and the enduring quest for meaning and purpose in life. Despite the hardships and setbacks we may encounter, the human spirit is indomitable, continually pushing us to strive for a better future and leaving an indelible mark on the world.
Prompt: In the heart of a turbulent storm, a lone figure stands resolute on a cliff, their silhouette outlined by flashes of lightning. The tempest rages around them, with monstrous waves crashing below. In one hand, they hold a tattered flag, and in the other, a beacon of hope. Their unyielding stance against the fury of nature embodies the essence of bravery, a symbol of unwavering courage amidst chaos. As the world quakes and the skies unleash their fury, this solitary sentinel remains a testament to the indomitable spirit that refuses to be broken by the forces of adversity
Prompt: The vast, sapphire expanse of the sea stretches infinitely into the horizon. A radiant sun dips below the water's edge, casting a fiery palette of oranges, pinks, and purples across the sky. The sea's surface shimmers with a thousand diamond-like reflections, as if nature herself has woven a tapestry of light. Towering waves rise and fall in a rhythmic dance, their frothy crests resembling the manes of wild, untamed horses. Seabirds circle overhead, their silhouettes sharp against the vivid hues. It's a mesmerizing symphony of color, light, and motion, where the sea and sky merge in a harmonious union, invoking a sense of awe and wonder.
Prompt: As dawn breaks over the tranquil harbor, a mystical shroud of dense fog envelops the water's surface. The world transforms into an ethereal realm, where distant ship masts and buoys emerge as ghostly silhouettes. The soft, muted tones of fog muffle sounds, casting an eerie silence. Lanterns aboard moored vessels cast feeble glows, their light diffused by the mist, creating a sense of mystery and intrigue. The air is cool and damp, carrying the briny scent of the sea. Within this hushed and enigmatic harbor, nature's artistry paints a breathtaking scene, inviting the imagination to wander in the veiled beauty of the maritime mist.
Prompt: As the sun gently dipped below the horizon, a breathtaking scene unfolded on the serene beach. The sky transformed into a symphony of warm hues, with streaks of pink, orange, and purple blending seamlessly. The waves, kissed by the fading light, sparkled like liquid gold. Silhouettes of palm trees swayed in the cooling breeze. The horizon seemed to melt into a molten ocean, creating an ethereal, tranquil moment. Soft whispers of the sea and the distant calls of seagulls serenaded the onlookers. It was a mesmerizing spectacle, painting the world in shades of wonder, a perfect closure to a day in paradise.
Prompt: Nestled deep within a pristine, emerald forest, a majestic waterfall commands attention. Its thunderous roar can be heard long before it comes into view, drawing wanderers closer. Tumbling from a towering cliff, the crystalline water plunges into a shimmering pool, where rainbows dance in the mist. Veils of water cascade gracefully, creating an ethereal curtain that glistens in the dappled sunlight. Surrounded by lush foliage, the waterfall's beauty is amplified by the verdant tapestry of nature. As the spray caresses the senses, the sight and sound of this natural wonder are a breathtaking reminder of the earth's untamed and captivating beauty.
Prompt: Amidst the ruins of a once-vibrant city, a lone sapling emerged, its tiny leaves reaching for the sun. In a world gripped by despair and darkness, this fragile shoot represented hope. People gathered around it, their weary faces transformed by the glimmer of possibility. They watered it with tears of determination, nurtured it with their dreams. Slowly, the sapling grew, standing tall and strong. As it bloomed, its vibrant flowers painted a vivid picture of renewal. It reminded them that even in the darkest of times, hope could take root and flourish. They found strength in that tiny tree, for it was a beacon of resilience and faith.
Prompt: Amidst the pitch-black night, a solitary lighthouse stood sentinel on the rugged coast. Its beam sliced through the tempestuous waves, a lifeline to lost sailors. The storm raged, sending towering walls of water crashing against the lighthouse's foundation. Inside, the dedicated keeper meticulously tended the lamp, its glow a beacon of hope in the chaos. As thunder roared and lightning illuminated the churning sea, a ship emerged from the darkness, its crew disoriented and terrified. Guided by the lighthouse's unwavering light, they navigated to safety, narrowly avoiding the treacherous rocks. In the heart of the storm, the lighthouse remained a symbol of resilience, a guardian against nature's fury.
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.
