Prompt: Against the shadows, a valiant fight,
Battling dark forces, with all their might.
With hearts ablaze, and swords held high,
They stand as one, to defy the sky.
The darkness looms, with tendrils deep,
Threatening to engulf, to steal and reap.
But heroes rise, with courage bold,
To face the darkness, uncontrolled.
They wield their strength, their faith, their light,
To vanquish shadows, and restore the right.
They fight with honor, and hope in their hearts,
To tear apart the darkness' dark arts.
Though battles rage, and trials abound,
They stand unwavering on solid ground.
For in their souls, a fire burns bright,
To conquer darkness with unwavering might.
And so they press on, with unwavering zeal,
Battling dark forces with nerves of steel.
For in their hearts, a truth rings clear,
That light prevails, and darkness will fear.
Prompt: In sweetest notes, a melodious romance,
A symphony of hearts in perfect dance.
A serenade of love, so pure and true,
A harmonious duet, me and you.
With strings of passion, and keys of desire,
We play our melody, a burning fire.
Our hearts entwined in a sweet refrain,
A symphony of love that will remain.
Each verse is whispered, a gentle caress,
Our souls entangled in a loving duress.
In perfect harmony, our love takes flight,
A symphony of emotions, soaring to new heights.
Our melodies blend, in perfect sync,
A love so deep, it makes us think,
That this romance, a symphony divine,
Will play forever, in hearts entwined.
So let us dance to our love's sweet sound,
A melodious romance, forever profound.
A symphony of love, a harmonious embrace,
That fills our hearts with endless grace.
Prompt: A forgotten island, lost in the sea,
A mystery shrouded in history.
Its shores untouched, its jungles dense,
A land of secrets, a hidden suspense.
Its ancient ruins, weathered by time,
Hold tales of treasure, a whispered chime.
Of lost civilizations, long gone by,
A mystery that makes hearts sigh.
Its sandy beaches, kissed by the sun,
Hold secrets buried, one by one.
Of pirates' gold and buried loot,
A forgotten island, ripe with pursuit.
Its untamed wilderness, a world of its own,
With creatures unknown, a kingdom alone.
A forgotten island, with stories untold,
A treasure trove for the brave and bold.
Yet, whispers linger, of curses and fears,
Of ghostly whispers, and haunting tears.
For the forgotten island, holds more than meets the eye,
A tale of wonder, that will never die.
So, adventurers beware, as you set sail,
To the forgotten island, where mysteries prevail.
For in its depths, a truth awaits,
A story of legend, that captivates.
Prompt: A crimson moon, in the sky ablaze,
Casting a glow, with its fiery haze.
A sight so rare, a celestial wonder,
A crimson moon, pulling hearts asunder.
Its hue, so rich, a fiery red,
A mystic aura, as it overhead.
A lunar beacon, in the dark of night,
A crimson moon, a mesmerizing sight.
Its glow reflects, in tranquil lakes,
A crimson moon, with mystery it makes.
A symbol of passion, of love and desire,
Bathing the world, in its crimson fire.
Its beauty captures, hearts and minds,
A crimson moon, enchanting and kind.
A celestial jewel, in the midnight sky,
A crimson moon, a captivating high.
So, let us marvel, at this celestial boon,
A crimson moon, a rare and precious loon.
A symbol of love, of passion and grace,
A crimson moon, a celestial embrace.
Prompt: In the jungle's deep and wild,
Lies a tale of treasure, undefiled.
Legends tell of a city of gold,
A secret place, untold, untold.
Explorers sought it, far and wide,
Through perilous paths, they did ride.
With maps and clues, they sought the way,
To find the city where riches lay.
But time has passed, and all is lost,
The city's secrets, forever tossed.
Legends now whisper, in shadows dim,
Of a fabled place, now grown so dim.
The Lost City of Gold, a myth so old,
A story of riches, untold, untold.
Yet dreams persist, of a fortune found,
In the jungle's depths, underground.
So, adventurers, with hearts so bold,
Still chase the legend, untold, untold.
Through vines and ruins, they tread with care,
Hoping to find what lies hidden there.
But beware, for the jungle holds its traps,
With dangers lurking, ready to snap.
The Lost City of Gold, a mystery untold,
A treasure yet to be found, so we're told.
Prompt: At the Masquerade Ball, the masks abound,
A waltz of secrets, where mysteries are found.
Ladies and gents, in masks of disguise,
With hidden faces and enigmatic eyes.
In elegant gowns and dapper attire,
They dance and twirl, with a touch of desire.
Masks of silk, feathers, and lace,
Concealing identities, with grace.
Whispers and laughter, a flirtatious game,
As they dance and sway, in the candlelight's flame.
Who's behind the mask, no one can tell,
As they revel in the masquerade spell.
But as the night fades, and masks come off,
The truth is revealed, with a subtle cough.
For beneath the veneer of mystery and allure,
Lies the beauty of honesty, pure and sure.
The Masquerade Ball, a fleeting delight,
A dance of enchantment, that fades into night.
Yet memories linger, of a magical affair,
A masquerade of moments, beyond compare.
Prompt: In the orchestra of life, a wondrous play,
The Heart's Symphony, in a rhythmic display.
A symphony of emotions, a melody of love,
Guiding us through moments, below and above.
With beats of passion, and notes of joy,
The Heart's Symphony, a symphonic envoy.
Playing in harmony, with every breath,
A song of life, that conquers death.
Sometimes it's a lullaby, a gentle refrain,
Calming our sorrows, easing our pain.
Other times it's a march, bold and strong,
Driving us forward, when things go wrong.
In the Heart's Symphony, there's laughter and tears,
Chords of hope, and echoes of fears.
A symphony of feelings, unique and true,
Composing our journey, me and you.
So, let's embrace the music, and dance along,
In the Heart's Symphony, where we belong.
A symphony of love, in perfect harmony,
Forever playing, for you and me.
Prompt: In a realm where shadows creep,
Lies a path that's dark and deep.
A quest so dire, a test so grave,
Only the bold and brave may brave.
Through haunted forests and eerie caves,
Where lurking beasts await like waves.
With swords and shields, they press ahead,
Their hearts with courage tightly wed.
Through riddles, traps, and deadly foes,
They face the darkness as it grows.
Their determination never wanes,
Despite the perils and the strains.
For a treasure rare and wondrous lies,
That only those who dare, may prize.
They journey on, their spirits bright,
Guided by hope's unwavering light.
Though danger looms at every turn,
Their fiery resolve continues to burn.
Till they emerge, triumphant and true,
Victorious in the quest they pursue.
With scars and tales of valor earned,
They return, their lesson learned.
For in the darkness, they have found,
That courage shines, most profound.
Prompt: Rays of setting sun crystallized in a cubicles of an air of breathtaking psychedelic landscape, merging hyperrealism and fantasy, with some magic flora and fauna.
Prompt: strybk, watercolor and ink, pieces of color with black and white, isometric view of a traditional architectural drawing, modern garden inside a traditional mink, hand drawn, dark, grungy, realistic sketch, rough sketch, combination of bold dark lines and free lines, bold lines, on paper, kids story book style, muted colors, watercolor style
Prompt: happy medieval woman, beautiful day on a mountain, ragged clothing, elaborate fabric, partly cloudy sky, extreme detail, intricate, very fine detail, natural colors, up close
Prompt: A fifteen years old girl. Very dark black long hair. Blue eyes. She's smiling but she's sad and melancholic. She's half Korean and half Czech. She's slim and quite tall. She's wearing a dark blue dress. She's sitting on a broken wall in a beautiful old forest full of hiding animals who are her only friends.
Prompt: tormented medieval woman, in thunderstorm on a mountain, ragged clothing, elaborate fabric, partly cloudy sky, extreme detail, intricate, very fine detail, natural colors, up close
Prompt: A mountain village, stone-paved street with flowers and overgrown cliff view behind, add much more colourful flowers, blooming village, By Jean-Baptiste Monge, Catherine Abel, ink and watercolour illustration
Prompt: A beautiful country house on the French Mediterranean coast, on a long sandy beach, in the style of Arthur Rackham. Soft watercolors. Modifiers: Elegant Fantasy Very Attractive Beautiful Extremely Detailed Fantasy Intricate Beautiful Award Winning Dramatic Beautiful Imperial Colors in the style of Arthur Rackham
Prompt: WHITE AND APRICOT COLORED ... white birds fly to the open sea ... elder hugging couple man and woman is looking towards sunset ... a little bit of rose tones ... no logo, no sign, no watermark, no signature, no frame, no text
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.
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