Prompt: It is raining non-stop and I am sitting in a corner of my house. I kept looking in front of the window all day and continued to play with the raindrops on the glass. But now it is night and I am still in the same corner of my house. I sit alone and think about the past and some memories that I can never forget.
In the past, I was always looking for a cozy corner; A space that allows me to be with myself and be involved in all my pains, memories and feelings. At that time, a place in my opinion was beyond home; A place that allowed me to experience all my emotions. For me, that place was a cozy corner in the garden where I could get away from it all and be alone. In that cozy corner, I could talk to myself and let go of all the pain, feelings, and memories that were holding me back.
But now, that cozy corner has become my home. This is where I can be alone and experience all my emotions. In this cozy corner, I can talk to myself and let go of all the pain, memories and emotions that have been holding me back. And in the same way, as before, in this cozy corner of myself, I can be with myself and experience all my pains, memories and feelings.
Prompt: Dancing in the rain, pure delight,
With joyous laughter, spirits bright.
Raindrops fall, a rhythmic beat,
As we twirl and spin with merry feet.
Splashing puddles, wet and wild,
Like a carefree, blissful child.
Nature's symphony, a watery song,
As we dance and play, all day long.
Raindrops glisten, on leaves and hair,
A moment to cherish, so rare.
Embracing nature's playful game,
Dancing in the rain, without shame.
A moment of freedom, pure and true,
As worries fade, and spirits renew.
In the rain's embrace, we find release,
Dancing with abandon, hearts at peace
Prompt: In an eternal embrace, two hearts entwine,
A love so pure, a bond divine.
Through trials and tests, hand in hand,
Together they stand, a love so grand.
Through life's ups and downs, joys and tears,
Their love withstands the passing years.
With unwavering devotion, hearts aligned,
In an eternal embrace, their love defined.
Through seasons of life, a love that grows,
With tenderness, compassion that shows.
A bond that's timeless, a flame that burns,
In an eternal embrace, true love discerns.
Through the passage of time, love remains,
A treasure cherished, a heart's refrain.
In each other's arms, a sanctuary found,
In an eternal embrace, love's strength profound.
Prompt: At the edge of tomorrow, the unknown awaits,
A world of possibilities, beyond the gates.
With hearts aflutter and eyes aglow,
We step forward, into the future's show.
A blank canvas, a story untold,
Waiting to unfold, bold and bold.
New horizons beckon, adventures new,
At the edge of tomorrow, dreams come true.
With courage as our guide, we explore,
Embracing challenges, and so much more.
Leaving behind the past, stepping ahead,
At the edge of tomorrow, our souls are fed.
With hope as our compass, we journey on,
Through highs and lows, till the break of dawn.
For at the edge of tomorrow, we find our way,
A future bright with endless array.
So let's embrace the unknown with open heart,
Ready to make our mark, a brand new start.
At the edge of tomorrow, our destiny calls,
With endless possibilities, where hope enthralls.
Prompt: Lost in Wanderlust, I roam so free,
Through mountains, forests, by the sea.
Adventure calls, a tempting lure,
With every step, my soul feels pure.
I chase the sun, I chase the stars,
I wander wide and travel far.
In new lands, I find my bliss,
Discovering worlds with every kiss.
From city streets to desert sands,
I explore with open hands.
Lost in Wanderlust, I find my way,
Unfolding stories day by day.
My heart is wild, my spirit bold,
As I chase the tales untold.
In each new place, a treasure found,
In every moment, joy profound.
Lost in Wanderlust, a beautiful quest,
To seek the unknown, and be truly blessed.
With curiosity as my guide,
I journey on with open eyes wide.
For life's too short, and world too grand,
To stay confined to just one land.
So, I wander on, without a care,
Lost in Wanderlust, forever rare.
Prompt: In the kitchen, a master at work,
A culinary genius, a culinary perk.
With skill and flair, and a chef's finesse,
The Iron Chef, creating culinary success.
With knife in hand, and flames aglow,
A culinary battlefield, a high-stakes show.
Creating dishes, a true work of art,
With flavors that dance, and thrill the heart.
From exotic spices to fresh ingredients,
A symphony of tastes, a culinary brilliance.
Innovative techniques, and creativity,
A culinary wizard, with culinary dexterity.
Against the clock, and the judges' taste,
The Iron Chef, a culinary race.
With passion and precision, and years of training,
A culinary legend, always remaining.
The kitchen is a canvas, the ingredients, the paint,
The Iron Chef, a culinary saint.
A culinary maestro, a true master,
Creating culinary wonders, faster and faster.
Prompt: In a meadow bathed in golden light,
Where flowers bloom with colors bright,
They sway and twirl with graceful ease,
Nature's beauty, a waltz of flowers in the breeze.
Petals of red, yellow, pink, and blue,
Each one unique in shape and hue,
Their fragrant scent fills the air,
A symphony of colors, beyond compare.
Dancing gently in the morning light,
Their movements soft, a mesmerizing sight,
As the breeze whispers secrets sweet,
They sway and bow in a graceful feat.
Like ballerinas on a floral stage,
They pirouette and twirl with grace,
Their stems like slender arms outstretched,
A ballet of flowers, a sight to be fetched.
Their delicate petals catch the sun's warm kiss,
Glowing with radiance, pure and bliss,
Their petals flutter, as if in a trance,
A floral ballet, a nature's dance.
Oh, how they sway and pirouette,
A ballet that nature will never forget,
Their dance a celebration of life's sweet song,
As they dance along, all day long.
So let us join this floral ballet,
And dance with flowers in a joyful way,
Prompt: white city, white street, street cafe and landscape, lake, rocks, trees, cumulus clouds, style by Ivan Bilibin, by Walter Crane, intricate detailed
Prompt: white city, white street, street cafe and landscape, lake, rocks, trees, cumulus clouds, style by (((Harry Clarke))), by Josef Kote, by Ivan Bilibin, intricate detailed, colored
Prompt: "Here it is, look how big the Black Sea is," the waves, the clouds, and of course the sails, style by Josef Kote, by Yuko Shimizu, colored, intricate detailed
Prompt: Hush now, my dear, don't shed a tear,
Lay down your head, let go of fear,
Though your heart may feel torn apart,
I'll sing to you a lullaby for a broken heart.
Close your eyes, let the pain subside,
As I sing to you, by your side,
My soothing words, a gentle balm,
To ease your heart with healing calm.
Though love may sometimes fade away,
Leaving scars that seem to stay,
Remember, dear, you're not alone,
In this lullaby, I make my home.
I'll sing of hope and brighter days,
Of love that's true in countless ways,
I'll sing of dreams and second chances,
Of love that mends and heart advances.
So rest your weary soul tonight,
In my lullaby's sweetest light,
Tomorrow's dawn, a brand new start,
As I sing to you, my lullaby for a broken heart.
Prompt: spring sumptuous planet-head with dew drops in natural state, glittering, starry sky, invoking the orientalism, by Stephen Gibb, by Edward Hicks, by Derek Riggs, Digital painting, Sharp Focus, Dramatic Lighting, cinematic, studio lighting, 16k 3d, Concept Art, Art Station, Elegant, octan render
Prompt: Beneath the moon's embrace, a lover's tryst,
A moment stolen, in the night's soft mist,
Two hearts entwined, in a dance of desire,
A love that burns with a passionate fire.
The moonlight shines upon their faces,
As they share embraces and stolen embraces,
Whispered words and tender sighs,
Under the moonlit skies.
Hand in hand, they walk a moonlit path,
Lost in each other's eyes, escaping the world's wrath,
The night their sanctuary, their haven divine,
Beneath the moon's embrace, their love will shine.
Time stands still in this enchanted place,
As they bask in love's embrace,
The moon a witness to their love's sweet grace,
A treasure found, in the moon's embrace.
Prompt: In the stillness of the night, when all is calm,
The mist rolls in with its ethereal charm,
A veil of mystery, a ghostly cloak,
Enveloping the landscape, in whispers spoke.
And from within the mist, a melody rings,
Haunting, alluring, the soul it sings,
A tune of longing, of memories lost,
Echoes of the past, with emotions tossed.
The mist dances to the haunting tune,
A spectral waltz, under the moon,
Its tendrils reaching, swirling in the air,
A spectral symphony, beyond compare.
The melodies of the mist, a bittersweet refrain,
A haunting serenade, a mournful strain,
A reminder of the past, a memory's kiss,
Enveloped in the mist's ghostly abyss.
Yet in its eerie beauty, there's solace found,
As the mist and melodies, together, astound,
A captivating spectacle, a spectral twist,
The haunting melodies of the mist.
Prompt: As winter's grip begins to fade,
And nature wakes from slumber's shade,
The air is filled with scents so sweet,
As fragrant whispers of spring greet.
Blossoms burst in colors bright,
A symphony of petals in sunlight,
Their fragrances dance on the breeze,
A symphony of scents that please.
The cherry blossoms blush in pink,
As if nature herself wants to wink,
The daffodils nod in golden grace,
Announcing spring's arrival with grace.
The lilacs perfume the air,
With their fragrance rich and rare,
As butterflies flutter in delight,
Savoring nature's fragrant flight.
The whispers of spring, so soft and sweet,
In every bloom and blossom, a treat,
A symphony of scents, a sensory bliss,
As nature awakens with fragrant kiss.
Prompt: Abandoned Old porch amidst the thicket of orange and yellow plants,lot of flowers, vines, ivy and roots, by Jean-Baptiste Monge, watercolor and ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, colorful, fantastic view, crisp quality
NO watermarks
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
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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