Prompt: Come as you are, with all your scars
Your broken pieces, your shattered heart
Bring your fears and your doubts too
There's no judgment, just love for you
Come as you are, with all your flaws
Your messy hair and your wrinkled clothes
Let go of the masks you wear
And show the world the real you, bare
Come as you are, with all your pain
The hurt that you've been holding in vain
Let us hold you, let us be there
To comfort you and show we care
Come as you are, with all your light
The joy that makes your soul ignite
Share your gifts, your passions, your art
And let us be moved by your beautiful heart
Come as you are, just as you are
And know that you are loved, no matter what
For in this world, there's only one you
And that's the most beautiful thing you can do.
Prompt: Under a moonlit sky, I set sail,
With the moon as my guide, without fail,
A journey to the horizon wide,
Sailing with the moon, a wondrous ride.
The stars above, like twinkling lights,
Illuminate the waters, in surreal sights,
A celestial path, on waves so serene,
As I sail with the moon, in a tranquil scene.
The moon's reflection, on the water's face,
Adds a touch of magic, to this moonlit grace,
Guiding my vessel, with its gentle glow,
A celestial compass, in the night's soft flow.
The night breeze whispers, a soothing song,
As I sail along, all night long,
With the moon as my companion bright,
A celestial partner, in the moon's soft light.
The silence of the night, so profound,
As I sail with the moon, without a sound,
Lost in the beauty, of this nighttime tale,
Sailing with the moon, a dreamy sail.
So, let's sail away, with the moon above,
In a moonlit journey, filled with love,
A magical adventure, under the night's boon,
Sailing with the moon, to an ethereal tune.
Prompt: A cabinet of curiosities, a treasure trove,
A collection of wonders, a mystic cove.
A cabinet adorned with oddities rare,
A place where marvels beyond compare.
Bottled specimens, preserved with care,
Strange creatures, with features rare.
Insects pinned, in dazzling arrays,
Gems and minerals, that capture gaze.
Artifacts from distant lands afar,
Ancient relics, with stories bizarre.
Mysterious objects, of unknown use,
Enigmatic clues, for the curious muse.
A feather from a mythical beast,
A fossil from a long-extinct feast.
A shrunken head, a mummified hand,
A unicorn horn, from a fabled land.
A mermaid's tail, a dragon's scale,
A meteorite, from a cosmic trail.
A potion brewed, with potent charm,
A vial of tears, from a fairy's arm.
Each curio, a tale to tell,
A mystery to unravel, a magic spell.
A cabinet of curiosities, a world so vast,
Where wonder and awe forever last.
Prompt: Kentucky wildflowers,
Dancing in the breeze,
Painting the fields and meadows
With colors that never cease.
Goldenrod, asters, and coneflowers,
Bloom in a joyful display,
Nature's beauty all around us,
In the bluegrass state each day.
From the rolling hills to the mountains,
The wildflowers call us home,
A symbol of our heritage,
And the land we love to roam.
Kentucky wildflowers,
A sight to behold,
Forever capturing our hearts,
In stories yet untold.
Prompt: A memory of you
Drifts into my mind
Like a gentle breeze
Soft and kind
Thoughts of laughter
And moments we shared
Bring a smile to my face
And a warmth that's rare
Though time has passed
And we've gone our separate ways
Your memory lives on
In my heart always
Prompt: In the darkness of the night,
With twinkling wings, a fairy's flight.
She flutters softly, light as air,
Her tiny form, so dainty and fair.
Her mission clear, her purpose bright,
To visit children, while they sleep tight.
With pouch in hand, filled with delight,
She seeks out teeth, lost in the night.
With gentle touch and toothy grin,
She swaps for coins, a fairy's spin.
Leaving treasures, small and neat,
For children's joy, a magical feat.
Her wings aflutter, she takes to flight,
Vanishing into the dawn's soft light.
Leaving dreams and smiles behind,
A tooth fairy's magic, one of a kind.
Prompt: ""Face",, hyper-realistic,, hyper-detailed,, airbrush art, cgi render | by Daniel f gerhartz, by Gustave dore, by hr giger, by tom bagshaw, monster art, evil, intricate, detailed symmetrical face, junji ito, 16k accurate anatomy, surreal ghost, Glossy surface finish, little mushrooms on the head
Prompt: Just Surrender The weight of the world on my shoulders,
Burdens too heavy to carry any longer.
I close my eyes, take a deep breath,
And let go, releasing my grip on life's test.
I surrender to the unknown,
Trusting that the universe has my back, shown.
No more fighting, no more fear,
Just surrendering, to the love that's near.
Prompt: A swashbuckling pirate with a hook hand and a colorful macaw perched on his shoulder, finely detailed digital painting. The pirate has an eye patch and a rugged appearance. The macaw has vibrant feathers in shades of red and blue and is holding a golden treasure map in its beak. The image has a seafaring theme, reminiscent of classic pirate tales. Art by Jolly Roger and Captain Hook, trending on DeviantArt.
Prompt: In Wyoming's plains, a legend is told,
Of a creature unique, with antlers of gold.
The Jackalope, a wily hare,
With horns on its head, an elusive affair.
Its body, like a rabbit, but with antlers grand,
A creature of myth, that roams the land.
With a leaping stride, and a cunning gaze,
The Jackalope's legend, a marvel to praise.
Some say it's a prank, a taxidermy feat,
A creature of folklore, that's hard to beat.
But locals swear, they've seen it for real,
The Jackalope's legend, a tale they reveal.
So if you venture to Wyoming's wide range,
Keep an eye out, for a creature that's strange.
For the Jackalope's legend, a story so fun,
A mythical creature, under the Wyoming sun.
Prompt: Nestled by a meadow, amidst a field of green,
Stood an old humble cottage, like a cozy, peaceful scene.
Its walls were weathered, with ivy creeping slow,
Its thatched roof, a patchwork, with stories from long ago.
The windows small and quaint, let in a soft warm light,
Inviting weary travelers, to rest their eyes at night.
A chimney gently billowed, with smoke so sweet and pure,
The scent of burning firewood, a comfort to endure.
The garden bloomed with flowers, in colors bright and gay,
A labor of love, tended to, day by patient day.
A white picket fence enclosed, a haven of delight,
A refuge from the world, a place of quiet respite.
Inside, a humble hearth, with embers glowing low,
A crackling fire danced, casting shadows in a gentle glow.
A rocking chair by the window, worn with years of use,
A testament to simple joys, and memories to infuse.
Though not grand or lavish, with riches to behold,
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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