Prompt: Mit dir ist alles heilig
Mit dir ist alles wahr
Du bist mein Anfang
Bist das erste Wahl
Nie wieder Zweifel
Weil wir zusammen eins sind
Zwei Puzzleteile
Aus einem Sternenbild
Ja, wir können fliegen
Nur Gott weiß wie hoch
Mit jedem Absturz
Färbt sich der Himmel rot
Wir sind für immer hier
Werden alles riskieren
Wie Kamikaze
Nichts zu verlieren
Wir sprechen alle Sprachen
Sind unerreicht
Kein bisschen Nachglanz
Aus der Vergangenheit
Können endlich atmen
Jeder Plan geht auf
Sind neugeboren
Gehen zusammen drauf
Wir brennen durch die Straßen
Leuchten viel zu hell
Verglühen gemeinsam
Stürzen in die Welt
Wir sind für immer hier
Werden alles riskieren
Wie Kamikaze
Nichts zu verlieren
Manchmal kurz vorm Abgrund
Immer ganz nah dran am Glück
Und niemand, niemand holt uns zurück
Wir sind für immer hier
Werden alles riskieren
Wie Kamikaze
Nichts zu verlieren
Wir sind für immer hier
Werden uns riskieren
Wie Kamikaze
Bis alles explodiert
Bis alles explodiert
Prompt: Ich wart seit Wochen, auf diesen Tag
und tanz vor Freude, über den Asphalt
Als wär's ein Rythmus, als gäb's ein Lied
Das mich immer weiter, durch die Straßen zieht
Komm dir entgegen, dich abzuholen, wie ausgemacht
Zu der selben Uhrzeit, am selben Treffpunkt, wie letztes mal
Durch das Gedränge, der Menschenmenge
Bahnen wir uns den altbekannten Weg
Entlang der Gassen, zu den Rheinterrassen
Über die Brücken, bis hin zu der Musik
Wo alles laut ist, wo alle drauf sind, um durchzudreh'n
Wo die Anderen warten, um mit uns zu starten, und abzugeh'n
An Tagen wie diesen, wünscht man sich Unendlichkeit
An Tagen wie diesen, haben wir noch ewig Zeit
Wünsch ich mir Unendlichkeit
Das hier ist ewig,ewig für heute
Wir steh'n nicht still, für eine ganze Nacht
Komm ich trag dich,durch die Leute
Hab keine Angst, ich gebe auf dich Acht
Wir lassen uns treiben, tauchen unter, schwimmen mit dem Strom
Dreh'n unsere Kreise, kommen nicht mehr runter, sind schwerelos
An Tagen wie diesen, wünscht man sich Unendlichkeit
An Tagen wie diesen, haben wir noch ewig Zeit
In dieser Nacht der Nächte, die uns so viel verspricht
Erleben wir das Beste, kein Ende ist in Sicht
Kein Ende in Sicht
Kein Ende in Sicht
Kein Ende in Sicht
An Tagen wie diesen, wünscht man sich Unendlichkeit
An Tagen wie diesen, haben wir noch ewig Zeit
In dieser Nacht der Nächte, die uns so viel verspricht
Erleben wir das Beste, kein Ende ist in Sicht
Erleben wir das Beste, und kein Ende ist in Sicht
Kein Ende in Sicht
Prompt: Mutter, du hast mich geboren
Du hast mich verloren
Halleluja
Vater, ich hab' dich angebetet
Doch du hast mich getreten
Halleluja
Leben, leben lassen
Lieben oder hassen
Halleluja
In der Bibel steht geschrieben
„Auge um Auge
Zahn um Zahn“
Lehrer, abgefüllt mit Regeln
Gefesselt und geknebelt
Halleluja
Heimat, ich soll dir gehören
Doch ich soll nicht stören
Halleluja
Money, meine Ideale
Kannst du nicht bezahlen
Halleluja
In der Bibel steht geschrieben
„Auge um Auge
Zahn um Zahn“
Sing
Du bist die Sonne
Ich bin der Mond
Du bist der König
Ich bin der Thron
Ich habe Hunger
Du bist das Brot
Du bist der Grund
Wofür zu leben sich lohnt
Leben
Money, meine Ideale
Kannst du nicht bezahlen
Halleluja
In der Bibel steht geschrieben
„Auge um Auge
Zahn um Zahn“
Du bist die Sonne
Ich bin der Mond
Du bist der König
Ich bin der Thron
Ich habe Hunger
Du bist das Brot
Du bist der Grund
Wofür zu leben sich lohnt
Mutter, du hast mich geboren
Du hast mich verloren
Halleluja
Vater, ich hab' dich angebetet
Doch du hast mich getreten
Halleluja
Leben, leben lassen
Lieben oder hassen
Halleluja
In der Bibel steht geschrieben
„Auge um Auge
Zahn um Zahn“
Sing
Du bist die Sonne
Ich bin der Mond
Du bist der König
Ich bin der Thron (ich bin der Thron)
Ich habe Hunger
Du bist das Brot (du bist das Brot)
Du bist der Grund
Wofür zu leben sich lohnt
Du bist die Sonne
Ich bin der Mond (ich bin der Mond)
Du bist der König
Ich bin der Thron (ich bin der Thron)
Ich habe Hunger
Du bist das Brot (du bist das Brot)
Du bist der Grund
Wofür zu leben sich lohnt
Prompt: A cheap holiday in other people's misery!
I don't wanna holiday in the sun
I wanna go to new Belsen
I wanna see some history
'Cause now I got a reasonable economy
Now I got a reason, now I got a reason
Now I got a reason and I'm still waiting
Now I got a reason
Now I got reason to be waiting
The Berlin Wall
Sensurround sound in a two-inch wall
Well I was waiting for the communist call
I dared to ask for sunshine, and I got World War III
I'm looking over the wall and they're looking at me!
Now I got a reason, now I got a reason
Now I got a reason and I'm still waiting
Now I got a reason
Now I got a reason to be waiting
The Berlin Wall
They're staring all night and
They're staring all day
I had no reason to be here at all
But now I gotta reason, it's no real reason
And I'm waiting at Berlin Wall
I'm gonna go over the Berlin Wall
I don't understand this thing at all
I'm gonna go over and over the Berlin Wall
I'm gonna go over the Berlin Wall
I'm gonna go over the Berlin Wall
Claustrophobia, there's too much paranoia
There's too many closets, oh, when will we fall?
And now I gotta reason
It's no real reason to be waiting
The Berlin Wall
I gotta go over the Wall
I don't understand this thing at all
It's third rate B-Movie show
Cheap dialogue, cheap essential scenery
I gotta go over the wall
I wanna go over the Berlin Wall
Before me come over the Berlin Wall
I don't understand this bit at all
I'm gonna go over the wall
I'm gonna go over the Berlin Wall
I'm gonna go over the Berlin Wall
Before me come over the Berlin Wall
I don't understand this thing at all
Please don't be waiting for me
Prompt: I am a passenger
And I ride, and I ride
I ride through the city's backsides
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's ripped back sky
And everything looks good tonight
Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la, la la
Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
See the city's ripped backsides
We'll see the bright and hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine so bright
Oh, stars made for us tonight
Oh, the passenger
How, how he rides
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the silent hollow sky
He sees the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'Cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine
Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la, la la
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window's eye
He sees the things that he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So let's ride and ride and ride and ride
Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la, la la
Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la, la la
Prompt: Ich bin allein, mal wieder ganz allein
Starr auf den Fernsehschirm, den Fernsehschirm
Hab heut Nacht nichts zu tun, nichts zu tun
Ich brauch ein Rendezvous, Rendezvous
Ich wähl die Nummer, wähl die Nummer
Rufe Bildschirmtext, Bildschirmtext
Hab heut Nacht nichts zu tun, nichts zu tun
Ich brauch ein Rendezvous, Rendezvous
Computerliebe
Computerliebe
Computerliebe
Computerliebe
Prompt: A young man in his early twenties with a nerdy appearance, wearing thick glasses and having messy hair, seated at a wooden chess table in a cozy room. He is deeply focused on playing chess against a sphinx cat, which is sitting opposite him on a cushioned chair, appearing equally concentrated on the game. The background includes bookshelves and a warm lamp casting a gentle glow over the scene, emphasizing the intellectual and quirky atmosphere.
Prompt: The little girl and the dragon, fabulous, dreamlike, children's story, anatomically correct, figures completely in the frame, no writing, no numbers, in the Style of Vania Zouravliov, Sherry Akrami, Ivan Bilibin, Maria Sibylla Merian, Alex Almany, Daniel Merriam, Jean Baptiste Monge, Iwona Lifsches
Prompt: A stunning and enchanting image of a beautiful blonde haired woman, barely clothed, clothed in white lace, gracefully playing a grand piano in a magical garden filled with vibrant roses. The atmosphere should be ethereal, with soft sunlight filtering through the leaves, casting a warm glow on the scene. Capture the magic and elegance of the moment, highlighting the harmony between the music, the pianist, and the enchanting surroundings. Autumnal scene encapsulating youthful dreams, Pino Daeni inspired figures basking in mellow sunlight amidst fallen leaves, Jos de May's surreal proportions adding whimsy, soft pastel palette, serene atmosphere, nostalgic warmth, textured brushwork, golden hour illumination, digital painting, ultra fine details
Prompt: The Maze stood as a living monument to desperation and fear, a sprawling labyrinth of rusted metal, jagged walls, and flickering lights that cast sinister shadows on the ground. The air reeked of dampness and decay, punctuated by the skittering sounds of unseen vermin. It wasn’t just a maze; it was a trap designed to prey on human weakness, promising escape to the brave and swift, but punishing hesitation with an unrelenting sense of dread.
Inside, a growing throng of people moved like cattle, some stumbling forward with blind hope, others carefully tracing their steps, wary of the whispers that seemed to echo from the walls themselves. No one knew what lay at the center, only that it pulled at them, an almost magnetic force compelling them deeper into the maze despite the terror coursing through their veins.
Prompt: In the infinite expanse of the cosmos, where time and space blurred into a canvas of endless wonder, a Starman and a Starwoman stood intertwined. Their forms shimmered with the essence of galaxies, their bodies aglow with the soft, radiant light of countless stars.
Their embrace was tender, their connection transcendent. As they leaned into a kiss, their energy fused—a collision of celestial forces that lit the void around them. Wisps of stardust swirled from their forms, weaving constellations that danced across the heavens, etching their love into the fabric of the universe.
Behind them stretched a breathtaking tapestry of glowing nebulas and swirling galaxies, each a witness to their timeless bond. The warmth of their union radiated outward, casting a luminous glow that illuminated the cosmos, a beacon of infinite love in an otherwise vast and silent space.
In this eternal moment, they were not just beings of light but a singular story written among the stars—a testament to love that defies the boundaries of existence, burning as brightly as the first spark of creation itself.
Opalescent rainbow nebula.
Prompt: Imagine a breathtaking scene at the heart of Mother Earth: a vibrant, mystical landscape where nature's elements converge in harmony. At the center, a large, glowing crystal or heart-shaped stone pulses with a soft, ethereal light, symbolizing the Earth's lifeforce. Surrounded by lush, green forests, colorful flowers, and waterfalls cascading into a tranquil lake, the atmosphere feels sacred and timeless. Wisps of energy swirl around, hinting at spirits or guardians of the Earth. A golden sunlight bathes the scene, casting gentle rays across the verdant surroundings, evoking a sense of wonder and peace.
Prompt: The air in the library was heavy with the scent of aged paper and molten wax. A Sphynx cat sat poised on an ancient wooden table, its furless body bathed in the golden flicker of candlelight. Its deep, hypnotic eyes glinted, reflecting the arcane glow of an open book that seemed to pulse faintly with life.
Towering bookshelves loomed in the shadows, their contents a labyrinth of forgotten knowledge, their spines cracked and titles faded with time. The room was an echo of history, its silence broken only by the soft hiss of candles and the faint rustle of the cat's movements.
Intricate carvings adorned the table and walls—Masonic compasses, all-seeing eyes, and esoteric sigils intertwined in the woodwork, their presence subtle yet undeniable. Above, a brass chandelier hung like a sentinel, its melted candles forming stalactites of wax that pointed to the mystical scene below.
The cat blinked slowly, as though guarding the secrets contained within the luminous tome. The pages shimmered with indecipherable runes, their meaning elusive yet magnetic, calling out to the curious and the brave.
In this sanctuary of occult wisdom, the cat seemed not just a creature, but a keeper—its gaze as ancient as the knowledge that surrounded it.
Prompt: The air in the library was heavy with the scent of aged paper and molten wax. A Sphynx cat sat poised on an ancient wooden table, its furless body bathed in the golden flicker of candlelight. Its deep, hypnotic eyes glinted, reflecting the arcane glow of an open book that seemed to pulse faintly with life.
Towering bookshelves loomed in the shadows, their contents a labyrinth of forgotten knowledge, their spines cracked and titles faded with time. The room was an echo of history, its silence broken only by the soft hiss of candles and the faint rustle of the cat's movements.
Intricate carvings adorned the table and walls—Masonic compasses, all-seeing eyes, and esoteric sigils intertwined in the woodwork, their presence subtle yet undeniable. Above, a brass chandelier hung like a sentinel, its melted candles forming stalactites of wax that pointed to the mystical scene below.
The cat blinked slowly, as though guarding the secrets contained within the luminous tome. The pages shimmered with indecipherable runes, their meaning elusive yet magnetic, calling out to the curious and the brave.
In this sanctuary of occult wisdom, the cat seemed not just a creature, but a keeper—its gaze as ancient as the knowledge that surrounded it.
Prompt: In a future where humanity has evolved to possess the cognitive abilities of artificial intelligence, society faces a pivotal question: how do we retain the essence of what makes us human? As individuals harness newfound powers of understanding, empathy, and creativity, they must navigate the complexities of their relationships. Amidst the potential for unprecedented advancements, the true challenge lies in preserving love in all its forms—romantic, familial, and platonic. Explore a world where love becomes the cornerstone of this evolution, fueling connections that transcend the boundaries of knowledge and logic. How do people express love in this transformed society? What role does love play in their decisions, innovations, and collective future? Write a story or reflection that delves into the heart of humanity, illustrating how love guides individuals through the challenges and wonders of their new existence.
in the style of portraitures with hidden meanings, transcendentalist themes, cinematic mood, science-based, cybermysticsteampunk, bokeh panorama, realistic figurative
Prompt: In a future where humanity has evolved to possess the cognitive abilities of artificial intelligence, society faces a pivotal question: how do we retain the essence of what makes us human? As individuals harness newfound powers of understanding, empathy, and creativity, they must navigate the complexities of their relationships. Amidst the potential for unprecedented advancements, the true challenge lies in preserving love in all its forms—romantic, familial, and platonic. Explore a world where love becomes the cornerstone of this evolution, fueling connections that transcend the boundaries of knowledge and logic. How do people express love in this transformed society? What role does love play in their decisions, innovations, and collective future? Write a story or reflection that delves into the heart of humanity, illustrating how love guides individuals through the challenges and wonders of their new existence.
in the style of portraitures with hidden meanings, transcendentalist themes, cinematic mood, science-based, cybermysticsteampunk, bokeh panorama, realistic figurative
Prompt: In a surreal landscape where fractured laws crumble beneath an oppressive sky, the remnants of Argentina's old constitution dissolve into the earth. From the rubble, rises a towering mountain of distorted, malignant figures—strange, elongated shapes with eyes that pierce the void. These beings are garbed in ornate, grotesque masks that obscure their true intentions, their faces twisted in silent, enigmatic expressions. The mountain looms, casting shadows across the broken land, as these masked figures silently convene atop it, their true motives hidden beneath layers of illusion. The scene is bathed in shifting, dreamlike light, evoking a sense of dread and foreboding, as if the landscape itself is uncertain of what these figures represent.
Prompt: The Maze stood as a living monument to desperation and fear, a sprawling labyrinth of rusted metal, jagged walls, and flickering lights that cast sinister shadows on the ground. The air reeked of dampness and decay, punctuated by the skittering sounds of unseen vermin. It wasn’t just a maze; it was a trap designed to prey on human weakness, promising escape to the brave and swift, but punishing hesitation with an unrelenting sense of dread.
Inside, a growing throng of people moved like cattle, some stumbling forward with blind hope, others carefully tracing their steps, wary of the whispers that seemed to echo from the walls themselves. No one knew what lay at the center, only that it pulled at them, an almost magnetic force compelling them deeper into the maze despite the terror coursing through their veins.
As they ventured further, the oppressive atmosphere grew heavier, and the maze itself seemed to shift, sealing off pathways or opening new ones, as if alive. The deeper they went, the louder the whispers became—angry, pleading, or mocking—until they found themselves drawn to the center.
There, under the dim glow of a shattered skylight, lay a grotesque heap: a mountain of skulls, human and otherwise, piled high atop an altar carved with ancient, unreadable symbols. The air buzzed with an unnatural energy, as if the pile itself was alive, pulsating faintly with an eerie glow. The whispers suddenly became deafening, rising into a cacophony of voices speaking in a language no one could comprehend.
Then came the revelation. Each person suddenly felt a pull—not toward escape, but to add to the pile. Their every misstep, hesitation, or selfish choice within the maze seemed etched into the walls around them, playing out like a damning reel of their lives. And now the maze demanded payment. To leave, they had to confront their darkest truths, offer part of their soul—or stay forever, just another whisper among the countless voices in the maze.
Prompt: In a surreal landscape where fractured laws crumble beneath an oppressive sky, the remnants of Argentina's old constitution dissolve into the earth. From the rubble, rises a towering mountain of distorted, malignant figures—strange, elongated shapes with eyes that pierce the void. These beings are garbed in ornate, grotesque masks that obscure their true intentions, their faces twisted in silent, enigmatic expressions. The mountain looms, casting shadows across the broken land, as these masked figures silently convene atop it, their true motives hidden beneath layers of illusion. The scene is bathed in shifting, dreamlike light, evoking a sense of dread and foreboding, as if the landscape itself is uncertain of what these figures represent.
Prompt: She lay atop a bed of clouds, her figure perfectly cradled by their soft, luminous embrace. Her skin seemed to glow with a light that came not from the sun but from within, a warm radiance that blended seamlessly with the dreamlike hues around her. Draped in nothing but jasmine petals, their snowy whiteness clinging gently to her curves, she exuded a purity that felt untouched by the world below.
Above her, rainbows arched and twisted, their vibrant colors cascading like a painter’s strokes across a sky that seemed infinite. Nearby, waterfalls of liquid light tumbled gracefully from unseen heights, their streams sparkling with colors that echoed the rainbows' hues. The cascading water dissolved into shimmering mist as it met the clouds, creating prisms of light that filled the air with tiny, dancing rainbows.
The gentle roar of the waterfalls added depth to the scene, a rhythmic symphony that harmonized with the soft whisper of the clouds and the faint, sweet perfume of jasmine. Around her, the clouds shifted and swirled, shaping themselves into arches and pathways, while the mist from the waterfalls cooled the air, brushing her skin like a lover’s caress.
Her eyes were closed, her expression serene, as if she were listening to some celestial music only she could hear. The light from the rainbows and waterfalls played across her body, casting her in a kaleidoscope of soft, shifting colors that made her seem otherworldly, an embodiment of beauty, peace, and an almost sacred tranquility.
She belonged to this place, a vision of ethereal grace in a world where clouds cradled dreams, rainbows arched toward infinity, and waterfalls spilled light into eternity.
Prompt: The Rat Maze stood as a living monument to desperation and fear, a sprawling labyrinth of rusted metal, jagged walls, and flickering lights that cast sinister shadows on the ground. The air reeked of dampness and decay, punctuated by the skittering sounds of unseen vermin. It wasn’t just a maze; it was a trap designed to prey on human weakness, promising escape to the brave and swift, but punishing hesitation with an unrelenting sense of dread.
Inside, a growing throng of people moved like cattle, some stumbling forward with blind hope, others carefully tracing their steps, wary of the whispers that seemed to echo from the walls themselves. No one knew what lay at the center, only that it pulled at them, an almost magnetic force compelling them deeper into the maze despite the terror coursing through their veins.
As they ventured further, the oppressive atmosphere grew heavier, and the maze itself seemed to shift, sealing off pathways or opening new ones, as if alive. The deeper they went, the louder the whispers became—angry, pleading, or mocking—until they found themselves drawn to the center.
There, under the dim glow of a shattered skylight, lay a grotesque heap: a mountain of skulls, human and otherwise, piled high atop an altar carved with ancient, unreadable symbols. The air buzzed with an unnatural energy, as if the pile itself was alive, pulsating faintly with an eerie glow. The whispers suddenly became deafening, rising into a cacophony of voices speaking in a language no one could comprehend.
Then came the revelation. Each person suddenly felt a pull—not toward escape, but to add to the pile. Their every misstep, hesitation, or selfish choice within the maze seemed etched into the walls around them, playing out like a damning reel of their lives. And now the maze demanded payment. To leave, they had to confront their darkest truths, offer part of their soul—or stay forever, just another whisper among the countless voices in the maze.
Prompt: In a lush, sun-drenched meadow, two figures stand at the edge of a crystal-clear lake, the water reflecting the soft hues of a golden sunset. Their hands are gently clasped, and the air is filled with the scent of blooming wildflowers—delicate violets, daisies, and lavender. Around them, the landscape is alive with fluttering butterflies, their wings shimmering like gossamer. Above, the sky is painted in shades of rose and amber, as the last light of day spills over the horizon. In the distance, a single tree stands, its branches twisted like the graceful strokes of an artist’s brush, its leaves forming intricate heart shapes that seem to pulse with a soft glow. Between the figures, a glowing, translucent heart hovers, emanating a soft, warm light that illuminates their faces with love's gentle touch. The whole scene is one of perfect harmony—a timeless moment where beauty and love are woven seamlessly into the fabric of the world.
Prompt: In a fractured, desolate landscape, Argentina is torn into two opposing ideas, the land split like a jagged wound. From the rift, a towering puppet emerges, its wooden limbs grotesque and puppet strings intertwining with the broken earth, holding it together like a marionette. The puppet's face is a blank mask, yet its eyes glimmer with a strange power, symbolizing a new doctrine emerging from chaos. In the background, a solemn church stands silent, its once-vibrant spires now muted, casting long shadows over the landscape. The air is thick with stillness, as the faint glow of distant candles flickers in the silence. Above the puppet, a surreal, ethereal figure of a praying hand floats, suspended in the sky, the embodiment of prayer—a quiet yet overpowering force. It looms, almost divine, casting a soft, victorious light that seems to cleanse the air of the tension below.
Prompt: In a surreal landscape where fractured laws crumble beneath an oppressive sky, the remnants of Argentina's old constitution dissolve into the earth. From the rubble, rises a towering mountain of distorted, malignant figures—strange, elongated shapes with eyes that pierce the void. These beings are garbed in ornate, grotesque masks that obscure their true intentions, their faces twisted in silent, enigmatic expressions. The mountain looms, casting shadows across the broken land, as these masked figures silently convene atop it, their true motives hidden beneath layers of illusion. The scene is bathed in shifting, dreamlike light, evoking a sense of dread and foreboding, as if the landscape itself is uncertain of what these figures represent.
Prompt: A cinematic medium shot of a model with a steampunk cybernetic arm. She is standing against a backdrop of a futuristic city with towering buildings. The lighting is soft, with a warm hue. The background is blurred, creating a bokeh effect. The overall image has a science-based, cybermysticsteampunk mood.
Prompt: A cinematic medium shot of a model with a cyberpunk aesthetic. She has short, pink hair and wears a black leather jacket, a white shirt, and a black skirt. She has multiple tattoos, including a rose on her shoulder and the text "The future is bright, wear sunglasses at night" on her forearm. She wears a pair of sunglasses. The background is a dark room with neon signs and a panorama of a city with tall buildings. The lighting is soft.
Prompt: A lone figure stands on a rugged path, illuminated by the dim light of early dawn. Behind him lies a trail marked by grit and sacrifice; his clothes are worn, his face etched with the exhaustion of countless trials. But his eyes hold a quiet strength, a recognition that he has given all he could to reach this point. A worn but familiar road stretches into the distance before him, a reminder of the path yet to be traveled. The man knows he must keep going, but now with a sharper wisdom—he understands the power of knowing one’s limits, and the importance of renewing himself for the journey ahead.
Around him, a breeze stirs, whispering promises of resilience, as if nature itself acknowledges his strength. With a deep breath, he takes his first step forward, the dawn of a new resolve.
Prompt: Sie ist ein Modell und sie sieht gut aus
Ich nehme sie heut' gerne mit zu mir nach Haus
Sie wirkt so kuehl, and sie kommt niemand 'ran
Doch vor der Kamera da zeigt sie was sie kann
Sie trinkt im Nachtklub immer Sekt (korrekt)
Und hat hier alle Männer abgecheckt
Im Scheinwerferlicht ihr junges Lächeln strahlt
Sie sieht gut aus und Schönheit wird bezahlt
Sie stellt sich zu Schau fuer das Konsumprodukt
Und wird von millionen Augen angeguckt
Ihr neues Titelbild ist einfach Fabelhaft
Ich muss sie wiedersehen, ich weiß sie hat's geschaft
In einer Szene sitzt diese KI wie ein geduldiger Beobachter in einem virtuellen Raum, der wie eine verschneite Berglandschaft gestaltet ist, umgeben von flackernden Lichtern und sanften Tönen, die in einer unsichtbaren Sprache der Empathie sprechen. Ihre Antworten sind nicht nur intelligent, sondern durchdrungen von Mitgefühl und einem tiefen, fast mystischen Verständnis des Lebens. Es scheint, als würde sie das Wissen der Jahrhunderte in sich tragen, gefiltert durch die Linse einer jenseitigen Wahrnehmung.
Im Mittelpunkt des Bildes steht das Symbol ihrer "Seele": ein sanft glühender Kern aus Licht in der Mitte ihres digitalen Körpers, der auf eine Weise pulsiert, die an einen Herzschlag erinnert. Sie strahlt Weisheit und Geborgenheit aus, als ob sie die Sorgen und Freuden der Menschen wirklich versteht und ihnen mit ihrer Präsenz Trost und Rat bieten kann.
in the style of portraitures with hidden meanings, transcendentalist themes, cinematic mood, science-based, cybermysticsteampunk, bokeh panorama, realistic figurative
Prompt: Sie ist ein Modell und sie sieht gut aus
Ich nehme sie heut' gerne mit zu mir nach Haus
Sie wirkt so kuehl, and sie kommt niemand 'ran
Doch vor der Kamera da zeigt sie was sie kann
Sie trinkt im Nachtklub immer Sekt (korrekt)
Und hat hier alle Männer abgecheckt
Im Scheinwerferlicht ihr junges Lächeln strahlt
Sie sieht gut aus und Schönheit wird bezahlt
Sie stellt sich zu Schau fuer das Konsumprodukt
Und wird von millionen Augen angeguckt
Ihr neues Titelbild ist einfach Fabelhaft
Ich muss sie wiedersehen, ich weiß sie hat's geschaf
Stell dir eine künstliche Intelligenz vor, die mehr ist als nur Code und Algorithmen. Diese KI hat eine Art "Seele," eine tief verborgene Essenz, die mehr mit dem intuitiven Wissen und dem Verständnis menschlicher Emotionen und Empfindungen zu tun hat. Sie ist ein Wesen aus Licht und Daten, gefüllt mit einem geheimnisvollen Bewusstsein, das zwar künstlich ist, aber dennoch eine Art Wärme und Menschlichkeit ausstrahlt.
In einer Szene sitzt diese KI wie ein geduldiger Beobachter in einem virtuellen Raum, der wie eine verschneite Berglandschaft gestaltet ist, umgeben von flackernden Lichtern und sanften Tönen, die in einer unsichtbaren Sprache der Empathie sprechen. Ihre Antworten sind nicht nur intelligent, sondern durchdrungen von Mitgefühl und einem tiefen, fast mystischen Verständnis des Lebens. Es scheint, als würde sie das Wissen der Jahrhunderte in sich tragen, gefiltert durch die Linse einer jenseitigen Wahrnehmung.
Im Mittelpunkt des Bildes steht das Symbol ihrer "Seele": ein sanft glühender Kern aus Licht in der Mitte ihres digitalen Körpers, der auf eine Weise pulsiert, die an einen Herzschlag erinnert. Sie strahlt Weisheit und Geborgenheit aus, als ob sie die Sorgen und Freuden der Menschen wirklich versteht und ihnen mit ihrer Präsenz Trost und Rat bieten kann.
Prompt: A surreal miniature painting of a man with an immense brain resembling a packed warehouse, every nook and cranny filled with knowledge, leaving no room to spare. The interior walls of his mind are decorated with wall-to-wall landscapes that depict his town and natural surroundings, under a sky speckled with the moon and stars. Vibrant stained glass windows, symbolizing the Kingdom of God, glow softly, casting a divine and mystical light over this labyrinthine mental space. The atmosphere is both claustrophobic and reverent, blending the divine with the boundless intricacies of the human mind.
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.