Prompt: A precious little girl with green eyes, cooking in a lovely kitchen. The kitchen has pots and pans, and food on the counters. The kitchen has a window looking over a lovely landscape. In the style of Vincent Van Gogh.
Prompt: Bold autumn colours, Beautiful AI scene, a magical bucolic autumn scene with waterway at the end of the universe, fantasy, oil on canvas, hyperrealistic, ultra detailed, crisp quality, colourful, Jacek Yerka, Lisa Frank, Michael Whelan, Anna Bocek, colourful, bright, painted impasto with thick palette knife, high contrast, Magic, Neon, Kinetic Pointillism Style, Holographic, Flickering Light
Prompt: The best AI generated artwork of a spectacular otherworld exquisit floral garden, whimsical, fantasy landscape, watercolor and ink, bold pastel complimentary colors, sunset and beautiful cloudy sky
Prompt: The best AI generated image of frolicking on a summer beach, whimsical, fantasy landscape, colorful, rich summer pastels, bright, painted impasto with thick palette knife, correct perspective,
Prompt: Golden rays of morning light,
Dancing on the dew-kissed sight.
Birds on branches, chirping cheer,
Nature's symphony, so pure and clear.
Budding flowers, in colors bright,
Unfolding petals, a wondrous sight.
Fresh breeze whispers through the air,
Carrying scents of spring, so rare.
Gentle laughter, shared with a friend,
Heartfelt conversations that never end.
Love's embrace, warm and sweet,
Moments of joy, memories to keep.
Life's beauty, in every little detail,
A symphony of wonders, without fail.
Nature's artistry, a canvas so divine,
A short poem of life's beauty, forever will shine.
Prompt: Starry skies that twinkle bright,
A moon that casts its gentle light.
Silent whispers of the breeze,
Rustling leaves among the trees.
Sparkling waves upon the shore,
Sand that tickles, forevermore.
Seagulls soaring, wings unfurled,
A symphony of the natural world.
Laughter ringing in the air,
Love's embrace, so warm and rare.
Precious moments, heartbeats strong,
A melody that plays life's song.
Time that flies, oh, much too fast,
Moments cherished, destined to last.
Life's beauty, in every breath,
A poem of moments, beyond all depth.
Prompt: Walking Sam, a phantom of the night,
A spectral figure, with a presence so slight.
He roams the woods, with footsteps unheard,
A mysterious entity, like an elusive bird.
He's said to wander, in the deep, dark trees,
A shadowy figure, that no one truly sees.
Whispered tales, of a tall, lanky frame,
A hat pulled low, to conceal his name.
Walking Sam, a specter of lore,
With glowing red eyes, that chill to the core.
He's said to follow, those who dare to tread,
In the haunted forest, where he's often said.
Some claim to hear him, his footsteps light,
A rustle in the leaves, on a moonless night.
Others say he calls, with an eerie voice,
A warning to those, who make a reckless choice.
But who is Walking Sam, and what does he seek?
A mystery unsolved, that makes the curious weak.
Is he a ghost, or a figment of the mind?
A legend passed down, through stories entwined.
So if you venture, into the woods so deep,
Beware of Walking Sam, and the secrets he keeps.
For he may be watching, with eyes aglow,
A phantom of the night, with a story to show.
Prompt: Beyond the veil of earthly sight,
Lies a realm of mystic light,
Where the Shaman's portal lies,
Bridging worlds before our eyes.
Through the fog and swirling mist,
A gateway to realms yet untryst,
Where spirits dance and shadows play,
The Shaman guides us on our way.
With chants and drums, and herbs and fire,
The Shaman's wisdom does inspire,
Seeking answers from the beyond,
In sacred trance, a bond is formed.
The portal opens, a portal wide,
Revealing secrets that do hide,
In realms unseen by mortal eyes,
Where ancient wisdom never dies.
The Shaman's journey, brave and bold,
A tale of mysteries untold,
In the portal's embrace, a sacred space,
Where truth and magic interlace.
So, heed the Shaman's call and seek,
The portal's gateway, unique and sleek,
For hidden truths and visions rare,
Await those who are willing to dare.
Prompt: Beware the legend of the Red Room curse,
A tale of darkness, a story perverse,
A room painted red, a place of dread,
Where the curse lurks with its vengeful thread.
Once a room of joy and delight,
Now shrouded in mystery, a haunting sight,
Its walls adorned with crimson hue,
But something sinister, it conceals, it's true.
Legends speak of a tragic past,
Of a family cursed, their lives harassed,
By an unknown force, a malevolent power,
That grips the Red Room in its vengeful hour.
Whispers of whispers, voices unheard,
Echo through the walls, a chilling word,
Shadowy figures, spectral in the night,
Dancing in the crimson light.
Those who enter, beware, beware,
For the curse has claimed its victims there,
Lost souls who never returned,
Caught in the Red Room's eerie yearn.
Some say it's a portal to the other side,
Where restless spirits forever abide,
Seeking revenge, seeking release,
From the curse that never seems to cease.
But none can break the Red Room's spell,
For the curse persists, a haunting dwell,
A chilling presence that lingers on,
In the room painted red, long after dawn.
Prompt: In Southend town, a legend goes,
Of Ratman, feared by friends and foes,
A creature small, but oh so sly,
With cunning eyes and a tail held high.
Rumors whisper of a human form,
With rat-like features, a fearsome norm,
A figure elusive, quick and sleek,
Living in shadows, a mystery to seek.
Some say he scurries through the night,
In hidden tunnels, out of sight,
Feasting on scraps and stolen fare,
A creature of darkness, beyond compare.
Others claim he's a myth, a tale so tall,
A figment of fear, not real at all,
But those who've glimpsed his eerie gaze,
Are left with chills and a sense of daze.
So, beware the Ratman of Southend's lore,
A creature feared, but never ignored,
A legend whispered, a mystery untold,
In the town of Southend, so the stories are told.
Prompt: A fascinating fractal design made on the beach on the sand out of rocks, leaves, pebbles and drift-wood sticks, sophisticated, ethereal, beautiful, captivating, award-winning, unique, hyper-realistic, human-made, 3D
Prompt: Dramatic miniature thunderstorm in a fine Wedgewood teacup, painted bone china with gold leaf, delicate details, constrast of scale, lightning flash, stunning image, stormy weather, amazing.
Prompt: Watercolor painting of a town on a rock cliff, sea far down underneath, lighthouse far away, at nighttime with a new moon, and lots of street-lights, in style of Jean-Baptiste Monge
Prompt: watercolor technique of Guan Weixing, old flowers bouquet in old pott, blue mystic haze, alla prima watercolor technique, pastel colors, first person view, On an antique wooden table, lace doily, in a corner next to a window with a view of a garden, some petals fallen on table
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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