Prompt: The Praying Monk, serene and still,
A symbol of faith, with a peaceful will.
With hands clasped, in reverent prayer,
A divine connection, beyond compare.
In robes of saffron, and a humble mien,
The Praying Monk, a spiritual scene.
In quiet contemplation, deep and pure,
A beacon of wisdom, that will endure.
With closed eyes, and a bowed head,
The Praying Monk, in silence, is led.
To a realm of divine grace and light,
A sanctuary of peace, day and night.
A symbol of devotion, and inner calm,
The Praying Monk, a spiritual balm.
A guide to the soul, a beacon of hope,
A timeless figure, on a spiritual slope.
Prompt: In a deep and murky lake so wide,
Lives Champy, a legendary hide.
A creature of lore, a monster of might,
With eyes that gleam in the moon's soft light.
Some say it's serpent-like, a fearsome sight,
With scales that shimmer, catching the light.
Its long neck stretches, searching for prey,
Lurking in darkness, biding its way.
With a splash and a roar, Champy appears,
Thrashing and splashing, igniting fears.
But Champy's heart is kind, its nature pure,
A gentle giant, that's for sure.
Children laugh and play by the shore,
Knowing Champy won't harm them anymore.
For Champy's legend now renowned,
A friendly creature, loved all around.
So if you're near Champy's lake one day,
Listen closely, you just might say,
The whispers of a legend that's alive,
A mythical being that continues to thrive.
Prompt: The Succubus
A temptress born of midnight's lure,
With sultry gaze and allure pure.
A creature of seduction's art,
She steals the soul and breaks the heart.
Her form bewitching, a sensual sight,
She haunts your dreams, your thoughts at night.
Her lips like poison, her touch like fire,
She stirs desire, a dark desire.
She preys upon the longing heart,
Her whispers, like a deadly dart.
Her beauty masks her devil's soul,
As she consumes, she takes her toll.
A succubus, a creature rare,
Her presence fills the air with flair.
Her eyes that burn with a smoldering flame,
A deadly beauty, an infernal game.
Beware her charms, her wicked ways,
For she will trap you in her gaze.
Her seduction, a siren's call,
She'll leave you breathless, enthralled.
But heed this warning, if you dare,
Beware the succubus' snare.
For her embrace may feel divine,
But her love is a perilous shrine.
Prompt: The Yuki-onna
In the snowy night, with icy breath,
A ghostly figure, with skin like death.
Her hair is black, her lips so blue,
The Yuki-onna, a spirit true.
She glides on ice, with graceful ease,
Her touch is cold, her heart may freeze.
Her eyes are piercing, her voice so clear,
The Yuki-onna, a phantom to fear.
Her form is fair, her beauty stark,
A vision haunting, in the dark.
She lures with charm, she tempts with grace,
The Yuki-onna, with a frozen embrace.
But beware her kiss, so icy cold,
For the Yuki-onna's heart is bold.
Her love is fleeting, her touch severe,
A winter's chill, a frozen tear.
So stay away, from her snowy domain,
The Yuki-onna's beauty, a cursed refrain.
A ghostly specter, of winter's might,
The Yuki-onna's presence, a chilling sight.
Prompt: Mackinaw Island, a fudgy delight,
Where sweet indulgence takes flight.
Fudge so rich, creamy and sweet,
A treat that's simply hard to beat.
Made with love, in small-town charm,
Crafted by hand, with a loving arm.
Flavors abound, from classic to bold,
A taste sensation, to behold.
Buttery smooth, with nuts or without,
A confectionery treasure, there's no doubt.
Wrapped up tight, in a little box,
A souvenir sweet, that surely rocks.
Mackinaw Island fudge, a sugary pleasure,
A culinary treasure, without measure.
A delight to savor, a joy to taste,
A slice of heaven, in every embrace.
Amphitrite - Sea Goddess and Wife of Poseidon Poem
Model:
Artistic
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896 X 704
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Prompt: Amphitrite, sea goddess fair,
With flowing locks and radiant air.
Wife of Poseidon, ruler of the waves,
Her beauty shines in coral caves.
As queen of seas, her kingdom vast,
She commands the ocean's depths so vast.
With dolphins by her side, she glides,
In her chariot pulled by sea nymphs' tides.
Amphitrite's grace, unmatched and true,
Her majesty, a wondrous view.
A regal presence, serene and calm,
With power that can cause seas to charm.
But Amphitrite's love for Poseidon shines bright,
Their union a symbol of sea's pure might.
Together they rule the ocean deep,
A union eternal, a love to keep.
So raise a toast to Amphitrite's name,
A goddess of the sea's eternal flame.
A queen of waves, a goddess divine,
Her glory and beauty forever shine.
Prompt: Graceful in the ocean's sway,
A wonder in its own unique way,
With slender form and curving tail,
A seahorse glides, a majestic sail.
Its skin adorned with hues so bright,
Camouflaged to blend just right,
A master of disguise, a natural art,
In vibrant shades, a work of heart.
With eyes that move independently,
Surveying the world with keen scrutiny,
A curious creature, small but wise,
Inquisitive gaze, it never denies.
A gentle creature, a loving heart,
As males carry eggs, a vital part,
Nurturing life in a special way,
A father's care, day by day.
A symbol of grace, a marvel of the seas,
A reminder of nature's mysteries,
The seahorse, a jewel of the deep,
A treasure to cherish, a secret to keep.
Prompt: A box of wood, a vessel old,
A story dark, yet to be told.
A dibbuk lurks within its walls,
A restless spirit, heeds no calls.
Locked tight, with symbols carved deep,
A soul trapped, unable to sleep.
A Jewish legend, a tale of dread,
Of a dybbuk, a soul misled.
A box once owned, now cursed and feared,
A spirit's rage, forever seared.
Mysterious happenings, strange events,
As the dibbuk seeks to torment.
Whispers in the night, a chilling breeze,
Shadows dance, as if to tease.
The box's secrets, slowly unfold,
Unveiling a story, ancient and bold.
A rabbi called, to break the curse,
To free the spirit, from its hearse.
Prayers chanted, incantations cast,
A battle waged, to confront the past.
But the dibbuk fights, with all its might,
Refusing release, a stubborn fight.
A tale of possession, a battle won,
The box now sealed, its duty done.
The dibbuk box, a legend told,
Of a haunted soul, lost and bold.
A cautionary tale, of spirits trapped,
A reminder of the unknown, unwrapped.
Prompt: Good Vibes, a joyful treasure,
Bringing smiles and spreading pleasure.
They're the positive energy we feel,
A sense of joy that's truly real.
They lift our spirits, bright and high,
Like a rainbow painted in the sky.
They fill our hearts with warmth and cheer,
Chasing away worries and fear.
Good Vibes ripple, they radiate,
Spreading positivity, never late.
They're contagious, they multiply,
Bringing happiness that's worth the try.
They come from laughter, love, and peace,
From acts of kindness that never cease.
They're found in moments big and small,
In friendships, nature's beauty, and music's call.
So let's embrace the Good Vibes every day,
And share them freely along the way.
For they can light up lives and heal,
Bringing joy and making hearts feel real.
Prompt: A glimmer in the rushing stream,
A treasure gleaming, like a dream.
A nugget of gold, so pure and bright,
A precious find, in the golden light.
A gift from nature's hidden store,
A treasure trove, forevermore.
Formed by time, and earth's embrace,
A precious jewel, in a secret place.
A symbol of wealth, and precious worth,
A prized possession, of infinite girth.
A nugget of gold, a rare delight,
A shimmering prize, in the morning light.
A reminder of nature's wonders, untold,
A treasure found, with stories bold.
A precious nugget, in hand to hold,
A precious treasure, worth its weight in gold.
Prompt: Tiffany Glass Savannah butterfly; Biomorphic architectural symbiogenesis of a Salvador Dali gothic Tiffany glass Savannah butterfly in a mysterious botanical surrealistic monochromatic blue wonderland; by yacek yerka, gediminas pranckevicius, stefan morrell, hyper-detailed, insanely intricate, high definition, oil painting, hypperrealistic
Prompt: Fatima, a name so bright,
A beacon of strength, a guiding light.
With eyes that sparkle, and a heart so pure,
A soul that's kind, of that you can be sure.
Her laughter rings, like bells in the air,
Her smile shines, with a warmth so rare.
Her spirit shines, with grace and grace,
A gentle presence, that lights up any place.
Her love flows freely, like a river's stream,
Her compassion boundless, a beautiful theme.
She's there to lend a hand, when others are in need,
Her kindness blooms, like a flower's seed.
Fatima, a name that holds so much grace,
A soul that shines, in every place.
A friend, a sister, a guiding star,
A treasure cherished, both near and far.
Prompt: Once upon a time in a heavy rainy day a young beautiful girl stuck in the mud while holding a big Taro leaf as an umbrella, splashing the water drops; wearing green wet translucent clothes; by Andrew Atroshenko, art by Artgerm and Greg Rutkowski, smooth and Alegent, fantasy, taro trees are surrounded by river
Prompt: The forgotten song, a melody lost,
A tune that once held souls embossed.
A haunting sound, from days of old,
Now faded away, its story untold.
But in its silence, the forgotten song,
Whispers a tale of love, so strong.
A memory of a time gone by,
Of moments shared under the sky.
Oh, how the forgotten song can move,
With emotions that time cannot remove.
May we listen with open ears,
And hear the beauty in its tears.
For even in its forgotten state,
The song can still captivate.
A reminder of the power of sound,
And the love and memories it can be found.
Prompt: The lost dreams, where do they go?
Do they fade away, or simply lay low?
Do they wander, lost and forlorn,
Or do they wait for a new dawn?
Do they disappear, without a trace,
Or do they linger, in some other place?
Do they find a home, in someone's heart,
Or do they fall apart, torn apart?
The lost dreams, they haunt the mind,
A reminder of what we've left behind.
The missed opportunities, the chances lost,
The paths not taken, at what great cost.
But still, there's hope, in the darkest night,
That the lost dreams may yet take flight.
That they may be found, and brought to life,
And bring us joy, amidst the strife.
So hold on tight, to your lost dreams,
For they may not be as lost as they seem.
Keep them close, and don't let go,
For they may yet lead you, to where you want to go.
Prompt: In the fields of endless rows,
The vineyard basks in sun's warm glow,
Its fruits so ripe, so plump and sweet,
A delicacy meant to meet.
The grape, so humble on the vine,
Transforms with time, with patience fine,
Its flavor complex, a subtle blend,
Of tart and sweet, a taste to send.
From vine to barrel, the grapes transform,
The winemaker's skill a perfect storm,
Aged to perfection, the flavors bloom,
Aged to taste, in crystal room.
With each pour, the glass a swirl,
The flavors dance, the senses twirl,
Aromas rise, a fruity blend,
The flavors of the vine, a cherished friend.
So raise a glass, a toast to thee,
To the flavors of the vine so free,
A gift of nature, a taste divine,
A vintage of life, a cherished wine.
Prompt: On the deck, the salty breeze,
The creaking of the ropes and trees,
The waves that crash and foam and spray,
A sailor's life, day after day.
From port to port, we roam the seas,
With only the stars above to guide and lead,
Our trusty vessel, our home at sea,
A sailor's life, wild and free.
The storms may come, the winds may howl,
But we are steadfast, we never bow,
We ride the waves, we brave the gale,
A sailor's life, we never fail.
And when our time at sea is done,
We'll look back at all the battles won,
For a sailor's life is one of pride,
And we'll cherish it till the day we die.
Prompt: Beneath the sky of sapphire hue,
The lagoon gleams in turquoise blue,
Its gentle waves caress the shore,
And seagulls cry with a lonely roar.
The sun beats down with fierce delight,
And fills the day with dazzling light,
While palm trees sway in gentle breeze,
And offer shade beneath their leaves.
The Blue Lagoon, a haven sweet,
Where all the world's troubles retreat,
And in its depths, one finds repose,
Away from all life's busy throes.
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.
