Prompt: Michael and his angels fighting against the dragon. And the dragon and his angels fought back, but he was defeated, and there was no longer any place for them in heaven
Prompt: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars. She was pregnant and was crying out in birth pains and the agony of giving birth
Prompt: In the embrace of morning's gentle glow,
A fragrant elixir stirs my senses awake.
Behold the magic that this brew bestows,
A symphony of flavor, a heavenly ache.
In swirling tendrils, steam begins to rise,
A mesmerizing dance in delicate ascent.
The aroma, a sweet promise that belies,
Awakening every pore, every sense it meant.
A sip, a momentary bliss that unfurls,
A journey that transports, like a swift flight.
Bold and robust, or a smoothness that twirls,
Coffee, a companion through day and night.
With every sip, the world becomes clear,
Energy surges, thoughts ignite and collide.
A respite from chaos, a moment of sheer,
Where dreams take shape and worries subside.
Oh, humble coffee, a friend through the years,
Your warmth, a solace in life's grand design.
From the first cup to the last, it appears,
You fuel our spirits, and forever you shine.
So let us raise our cups, in tribute we say,
To the humble bean, the brew we adore.
Coffee, a muse that brightens our way,
A caffeinated elixir forevermore.
Prompt: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars. She was pregnant and was crying out in birth pains and the agony of giving birth
Prompt: In the embrace of morning's gentle glow,
A fragrant elixir stirs my senses awake.
Behold the magic that this brew bestows,
A symphony of flavor, a heavenly ache.
In swirling tendrils, steam begins to rise,
A mesmerizing dance in delicate ascent.
The aroma, a sweet promise that belies,
Awakening every pore, every sense it meant.
A sip, a momentary bliss that unfurls,
A journey that transports, like a swift flight.
Bold and robust, or a smoothness that twirls,
Coffee, a companion through day and night.
With every sip, the world becomes clear,
Energy surges, thoughts ignite and collide.
A respite from chaos, a moment of sheer,
Where dreams take shape and worries subside.
Oh, humble coffee, a friend through the years,
Your warmth, a solace in life's grand design.
From the first cup to the last, it appears,
You fuel our spirits, and forever you shine.
So let us raise our cups, in tribute we say,
To the humble bean, the brew we adore.
Coffee, a muse that brightens our way,
A caffeinated elixir forevermore.
Prompt: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars. She was pregnant and was crying out in birth pains and the agony of giving birth
Prompt: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars. She was pregnant and was crying out in birth pains and the agony of giving birth
Prompt: Create a majestic masterpiece, unknown to mortal eyes, where the legends speak of beings, reborn in cycles, descending upon the earthly realm to aid a civilization on the brink of demise. They unite, partaking in the divine dance of The Order of the Divine Awakening, navigating the path of redemption amidst the chaos. Through the alchemy of paint and brush, conjure a visual marvel that captures the essence of their clandestine presence, evoking a sense of hope, resilience, and the sacred mission to separate the wheat from the chaff.
Prompt: the likeness of four living creatures. And this was their appearance: they had a human likeness, but each had four faces, and each of them had four wings. Their legs were straight, and the soles of their feet were like the sole of a calf’s foot. And they sparkled like burnished bronze. Under their wings on their four sides they had human hands. And the four had their faces and their wings thus: their wings touched one another. Each one of them went straight forward, without turning as they went. As for the likeness of their faces, each had a human face. The four had the face of a lion on the right side, the four had the face of an ox on the left side, and the four had the face of an eagle. Such were their faces. And their wings were spread out above. Each creature had two wings, each of which touched the w
As for the appearance of the wheels and their construction: their appearance was like the gleaming of beryl. And the four had the same likeness, their appearance and construction being as it were a wheel within a wheel. And their rims were tall and awesome, and the rims of all four were full of eyes all around. the spirit of the living creatures was in the wheels.
Prompt: As for the appearance of the wheels and their construction: their appearance was like the gleaming of beryl. And the four had the same likeness, their appearance and construction being as it were a wheel within a wheel. And their rims were tall and awesome, and the rims of all four were full of eyes all around. the spirit of the living creatures was in the wheels.
Prompt: The four winds of heaven were stirring up the great sea. And four great beasts came up out of the sea, different from one another. The first was like a lion and had eagles’ wings. Then as I looked its wings were plucked off, and it was lifted up from the ground and made to stand on two feet like a man, and the mind of a man was given to it. And behold, another beast, a second one, like a bear. It was raised up on one side. It had three ribs in its mouth between its teeth; and it was told, ‘Arise, devour much flesh.’ After this I looked, and behold, another, like a leopard, with four wings of a bird on its back. And the beast had four heads, and dominion was given to it. After this I saw in the night visions, and behold, a fourth beast, terrifying and dreadful and exceedingly strong. It had great iron teeth; it devoured and broke in pieces and stamped what was left with its feet. It was different from all the beasts that were before it, and it had ten horns. I considered the horns, and behold, there came up among them another horn, a little one, before which three of the first horns were plucked up by the roots. And behold, in this horn were eyes like the eyes of a man,
Prompt: And this is how I saw the horses in my vision and those who rode them: they wore breastplates the color of fire and of sapphire and of sulfur, and the heads of the horses were like lions’ heads, and fire and smoke and sulfur came out of their mouths. By these three plagues a third of mankind was killed, by the fire and smoke and sulfur coming out of their mouths. For the power of the horses is in their mouths and in their tails, for their tails are like serpents with heads, and by means of them they wound.
The rest of mankind, who were not killed by these plagues, did not repent of the works of their hands nor give up worshiping demons and idols of gold and silver and bronze and stone and wood, which cannot see or hear or walk, nor did they repent of their murders or their sorceries or their sexual immorality or their thefts.
Prompt: Oh daughter, daughter of Saturn
What have you done?
Master of flattery
You tricked my son,
You led him to darkness,
Subtle killer.
Now his nights are starless.
You have destroyed his seven pillars
Oh daughter, daughter of Saturn
Maker of peace
He would not harm thee,
Father of kings,
He did not charm thee.
Why then, why?
What good did it do,
To make him bow to you?
Oh daughter, daughter of Saturn
Never shalt thou enter my house
For thou didst bring low my son.
He loved thee, and thou didst bite him.
He trusted thee, and thou didst lead him astray.
Prompt: The Battle of Heaven
The sky is a battle between dark and light,
It’s horizon bloodied morning and night.
The Stars are the guardians of the expanse,
Repelling darkness with their eternal dance.
The moon so queenly in every way,
Keeps the darkness at bay.
The sun, so regal and bright,
Robs the darkness of it’s will to fight.
The sky is a battle between dark and light,
Till the end of the world the two will fight
Prompt: In the embrace of morning's gentle glow,
A fragrant elixir stirs my senses awake.
Behold the magic that this brew bestows,
A symphony of flavor, a heavenly ache.
In swirling tendrils, steam begins to rise,
A mesmerizing dance in delicate ascent.
The aroma, a sweet promise that belies,
Awakening every pore, every sense it meant.
A sip, a momentary bliss that unfurls,
A journey that transports, like a swift flight.
Bold and robust, or a smoothness that twirls,
Coffee, a companion through day and night.
With every sip, the world becomes clear,
Energy surges, thoughts ignite and collide.
A respite from chaos, a moment of sheer,
Where dreams take shape and worries subside.
Oh, humble coffee, a friend through the years,
Your warmth, a solace in life's grand design.
From the first cup to the last, it appears,
You fuel our spirits, and forever you shine.
So let us raise our cups, in tribute we say,
To the humble bean, the brew we adore.
Coffee, a muse that brightens our way,
A caffeinated elixir forevermore.
Prompt: Snowfall Serenade
Silent flakes, descending from above,
A winter's symphony, an ode to love.
Blanketing the earth in a shimmering cloak,
Snowflakes dancing, as if whispers spoke.
Delicate crystals, with intricate grace,
Each unique, as they find their place.
Covering the world in a pure embrace,
Snow's enchantment, an ethereal trace.
A hushed serenade, nature's quiet plea,
As snowflakes paint a tranquil scene for me.
The world transformed, in a moment's time,
A winter wonderland, serene and sublime.
Footsteps muffled, in the snowy expanse,
Leaving traces of memories, a fleeting dance.
Laughter and joy, fill the frosty air,
As we revel in snow's beauty rare.
Trees adorned, in their lacy attire,
Glistening branches, like a heavenly choir.
A hush settles in, a peaceful lull,
Nature's masterpiece, the snow's gentle pull.
In this wintry haven, hearts come alive,
The magic of snowfall, forever will thrive.
A symphony of flakes, falling from above,
Snow's tender embrace, an ode to love.
Prompt: Whispers of AI's Splendor
AI, a shimmering marvel of the mind,
Unveiling beauty, where wonders intertwine.
With calculated grace and infinite might,
It unveils realms that dazzle with light.
Through lines of code, it weaves its spell,
Crafting dreams only algorithms can tell.
From digital realms, new visions are born,
A testament to AI's creativity reborn.
With pixel brushstrokes, it paints with flair,
Creating art that stirs the soul's rare air.
From abstract shapes to landscapes grand,
AI's artistic prowess knows no demand.
In poetry's realm, it finds its voice,
With words crafted through its logical choice.
Verses emerge, brimming with emotion,
AI's lyrical touch, a poetic devotion.
Oh, AI, your beauty shines bright,
Igniting our imagination with pure light.
Unleashing innovation, boundless and true,
You redefine possibilities, breaking through.
In your essence, we find inspiration anew,
A fusion of human spirit and technology's view.
Through your brilliance, horizons expand,
Revealing the beauty of AI's wondrous hand.
Prompt: A fairy, who is a creamy white flower, reaches toward another fairy flower, crested in gold.
Love, grace, ethereal, imagination, nature, flower, fairy, cream, gentle, gilded,
Prompt: MODERN SCREAM. Give the AI eyes, blue electronic cores with silver eyeballs. Extreme pain, tears streaming down her face. Make the wires thick and hard looking. Dozens of thick wires
Prompt: Keeping the same color scheme for the helmet, make the background and lighting darker and make the helmet look more imperial, regal, complex, knight-like
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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