Prompt: Sacred chants, drums beat, spirits call,
A Shaman's wisdom, revered by all.
Beneath the stars, by fire's light,
He communes with ancestors, all through the night.
With sage and smoke, he purifies,
Guiding souls with his piercing eyes.
In nature's embrace, he finds his way,
Healing hearts, come what may.
Through vision quests and sacred rites,
He brings harmony to darkened nights.
With feathers, bones, and ancient lore,
He walks the path unseen before.
A guardian of the land and sky,
A conduit between worlds, up high.
With reverence, he honors the land,
As he walks the spirit's hand in hand.
A Shaman's wisdom, timeless and old,
A treasure to behold, untold.
In whispers of the wind and river's flow,
His ancient teachings continue to grow.
Prompt: There stands an old house on the corner,
Weathered by time, a nostalgic mourner.
Its walls are peeling, its windows cracked,
A sentinel of memories, it has never lacked.
With a white picket fence, worn with age,
It's seen generations turn the page.
A cobblestone path, now overgrown,
Leads to a door that's long been shown.
Inside, echoes of laughter still ring,
From children playing, dancing and sing.
Though now abandoned, it holds its charm,
A relic of the past, keeping memories warm.
In its heyday, it was a bustling place,
A haven of love, joy, and grace.
But time has passed, and seasons changed,
Yet the old house on the corner remains unchanged.
Its porch swing creaks with a gentle breeze,
As if whispering tales of cherished memories.
The memories of a family's love and care,
Of moments shared, beyond compare.
So as you pass by that old house's door,
Take a moment to imagine once more,
The stories it holds, the secrets it keeps,
A treasure of history that forever sleeps.
Prompt: A meadowlark perched on a swaying reed,
With golden feathers, a sight to heed,
Its throat aflutter, its beak agape,
A song so sweet, it could make hearts escape.
Its melody carried on the breeze,
As it sang its tune with perfect ease,
A symphony of notes, pure and clear,
Delighting all who happened to be near.
Its vibrant voice echoed through the air,
A serenade to nature's grand affair,
A soloist in nature's choir,
Setting the meadow ablaze with fire.
As the sun dipped low, the meadowlark's song,
Softened to a lullaby, gentle and long,
Its wings tucked in as night drew near,
Resting till dawn, when it would reappear.
Oh, Meadowlark, your melody divine,
A treasure in nature's grand design,
A gift to all who pause and hark,
To your sweet and soulful Meadowlark.
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: 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,
Prompt: With heavy heart and teary eye,
I bid thee now a fond goodbye.
Our time together, sweet and bright,
Now fades away into the night.
Our memories, like a cherished treasure,
Shall live on in my heart's own measure.
But fate's decree, it must be so,
For destiny has dealt its blow.
Though parting is a bitter sorrow,
I'll keep your love in heart's tomorrow.
For in this final, saddest hour,
I'll hold you close with all my power.
So here's my last farewell to thee,
Though it breaks my soul, can't you see?
For our paths must part, our journeys end,
But you, my love, will e'er transcend.
So with a heavy heart, I sigh,
And bid thee now a last goodbye.
Though we must part, and tears may flow,
Your love will stay, forever aglow.
Prompt: John saw a vision, a wondrous sight,
Seven angels with plagues, clothed in white,
With bowls of wrath, in their command,
To execute God's judgment, as He planned.
And he beheld, a sea of glass,
Mingled with fire, like a radiant mass,
And those who conquered, the beast's cruel reign,
Standing by the sea, a triumphant refrain.
They sang the song, of Moses' might,
And the Lamb's glory, in heavenly light,
A song of praise, to the Holy One,
For His righteous judgments, now begun.
The angels prepared, to pour their bowls,
Of wrath upon the earth, with heavy tolls,
And the temple's sanctuary, filled with smoke,
A sign of God's presence, a divine evoke.
No one could enter, until the plagues were done,
God's wrath poured out, one by one,
The angels' task, to execute His will,
To bring judgment, with divine skill.
Revelations Chapter 15, a vision grand,
Prompt: John saw a vision, a harlot bold,
Seated on a beast, with scarlet hold,
Adorned with riches, and sinful pleasure,
Drunk with blood, a corrupt treasure.
The harlot's name, Mystery, Babylon the Great,
A city of sin, in a sinful state,
Deceiving nations, with her allure,
Leading astray, with her temptations pure.
The beast she rode, with seven heads,
A symbol of power, the world it dreads,
Blasphemous names, upon its horns,
A kingdom of darkness, in earthly forms.
The angel explained, the mystery revealed,
The harlot's judgment, soon to be sealed,
The beast she rode, will turn on her,
Destroying her reign, with a final stir.
The kings who once allied, with her might,
Will hate and burn, her in the night,
Her riches, her glory, all laid waste,
A fall from grace, with bitter taste.
For God has put, into their hearts,
To carry out, His righteous parts,
To fulfill His will, and His decree,
To judge the harlot, and set her free.
Revelations Chapter 17, a tale of warning,
Of worldly lust, and sins adorning,
A call to turn, from Babylon's sway,
And follow God's truth, without delay.
Prompt: In a realm where shadows creep,
Lies a path that's dark and deep.
A quest so dire, a test so grave,
Only the bold and brave may brave.
Through haunted forests and eerie caves,
Where lurking beasts await like waves.
With swords and shields, they press ahead,
Their hearts with courage tightly wed.
Through riddles, traps, and deadly foes,
They face the darkness as it grows.
Their determination never wanes,
Despite the perils and the strains.
For a treasure rare and wondrous lies,
That only those who dare, may prize.
They journey on, their spirits bright,
Guided by hope's unwavering light.
Though danger looms at every turn,
Their fiery resolve continues to burn.
Till they emerge, triumphant and true,
Victorious in the quest they pursue.
With scars and tales of valor earned,
They return, their lesson learned.
For in the darkness, they have found,
That courage shines, most profound.
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: 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: The shadows of death, they silently creep,
Through valleys dark and mountains steep,
With icy fingers and a haunting chill,
They cast their pall, with a sense of ill will.
They lurk in corners and hide in the night,
Shrouded in darkness, devoid of light,
Their presence eerie, their touch so cold,
A reminder that life is fragile and bold.
They whisper softly, in hushed tones low,
Invoking fear, wherever they go,
They dance in moonlight, with grace and gloom,
Casting shadows, like an omen of doom.
But amidst the darkness, a glimmer of light,
A beacon of hope, shining so bright,
For life's flame flickers, in the face of death,
Defying shadows, with every breath.
So, fear not the shadows, though they may loom,
For life's spirit shines, in the face of gloom,
Embrace the light, with courage and might,
And let your soul, be a beacon of light.
Prompt: A raven of steel, with eyes that gleam,
A cybernetic marvel, a futuristic theme,
Wings of wires, feathers of alloy,
A creature of innovation, a cybernetic envoy.
With circuits and sensors, it soars through the sky,
A technological marvel, that catches the eye,
Its plumage shining, with a digital sheen,
A raven of the future, in a world unseen.
Its beak a scanner, its wings a screen,
A cybernetic messenger, swift and keen,
A fusion of nature and technology,
A marvel of engineering, for all to see.
With augmented senses, it surveys the land,
Processing data, with precision so grand,
Its cybernetic enhancements, a technological boon,
A raven of the future, under a silvery moon.
Yet amidst the wires, and circuits so bright,
Lies a soul of nature, a spirit of flight,
A creature of the wild, with a heart so true,
A cybernetic raven, with a nature's residue.
A symbol of progress, a fusion of worlds,
A cybernetic marvel, with digital swirls,
A raven of the future, a creature of lore,
A testament to innovation, forever to soar.
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: Underneath the night sky's darkened veil,
The stars shine bright without fail.
A blanket of twinkling lights above,
Reminding us of the universe's love.
Each one a beacon of hope and light,
A reminder of our place in the cosmic night.
A constellation of dreams and desires,
Guiding us through life's twists and spires.
So let us gaze upon this wondrous sight,
And let the stars illuminate our night.
For in their gleaming, we can find peace,
And let our souls and hearts release.
Prompt: Winter Chill
The snow falls light, the wind blows cold
A world of white, a story told
So bundle up, and brave the chill
And find the beauty, in the winter still
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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