Prompt: Your inhumanity corrupts my hemicycle
I asked for neither your speed nor your science
My gods are hungry for revenge. They are losing patience.
Prompt: Autumn forest, forest path, without people, beautiful autumn colors, nice autumn leaves on the trees, leaves on the ground, cheerful blue sky, with small white clouds, beautiful landscape, in style of Asher Brown Durand.
Prompt: Surrounded by her loneliness alone
She watches the world through the window
She simply dreams of a pause or an interlude
Where her being can finally shine through
Already the sun is preparing to set
She can dance under the selenite rays
A paradise, the moon at its zenith
While they sleep, she can admire the comets
All is out for the stellar party
Prompt: The national razor for ultimate heaven, what a subtle disaster…
Contemplating the empty sky, the scholar forgot Earth
The crowd prefers to contemplate its navel of misery
Cut his veins with Ockham's razor
They will laugh at your flowing blood
Headless, feast for crowds
On the razor's edge
Prompt: Change the style, to see if it fits
And maybe discover a new vice
Our new technology makes it possible
We can change our voice, our typography
Making Verdana rhyme with Ebrima
Changing conventions, forever
Testing scripts and voices here
On the digital sheet, any size sheet.
Torture of poetry, of lyricism?
Prompt: Come, I invite you to my great empty banquet
Do not be affraid of all these livid souls
Sit over there, get to know them
Some are perjurers, others traitors
But, around the table, we are friends
That sound? They are dragons, far away, asleeps
With the ghosts, they were the firsts
Invited to come here, to seek refuge
Far away, too thin unicorns gallop
Between fairies, ogres, and cyclops
Prompt: Facing the firmament, I fall, I fail
I am so afraid to leave this ivory tower
The atmosphere seems to move with excitement
Unwisely, my golden cage that protected my heart
Outside, the sun shines, it shines so beautifully, so clearly
O sisters of the night who dress in black
Flee from Fortune and its miserable wheel
Flee from time and its bright lantern
Or you will become like me, a maybe
Prompt: ૐ
In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti
Abolished trinket of sound inanity
The form is empty. Emptiness is the form.
Entertain him, we need to buy time
The formation of black holes is predicted as part of stellar evolution
Spoiler alert !
Time is a drug. In high doses, it kills.
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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.