Prompt: An arcade abandoned, once filled with delight,
Now silent, dark, and devoid of light,
Games once played, now gather dust,
A relic of memories, lost and thrust.
The flashing lights, now faded and dim,
Echoes of laughter, now a distant hymn,
The carousel of sounds, now silenced still,
A nostalgic echo, a bittersweet thrill.
The ghosts of players, young and old,
Once sought adventure, stories untold,
Now haunt the arcade's empty space,
A reminder of time's relentless chase.
But in its stillness, a whisper remains,
A whisper of joy, that nothing can restrain,
For in the abandoned arcade's quiet repose,
Lives a legacy that forever glows.
Prompt: Big Mouth Billy Bass, a singing fish,
A quirky novelty, a lively wish.
Mounted on a wall, or propped on a shelf,
He belts out tunes, all by himself.
With a motion sensor, he comes alive,
Flapping his tail, as he starts to jive.
"Take Me to the River," he croons with delight,
A humorous sight, to bring a smile so bright.
His big, bulging eyes and open mouth,
Make us chuckle, from north to south.
A talking fish, who sings and sways,
Bringing laughter, on dreary days.
A pop culture icon, a funny fad,
A conversation starter, oh so rad.
He's become a meme, a viral sensation,
A source of joy, and pure elation.
So, let him sing, his catchy tunes,
As he wiggles and jiggles, under the moon.
Big Mouth Billy Bass, a quirky treasure,
A reminder to find joy, in simple pleasure.
Prompt: In crisp white armor, from head to toe,
A Storm Trooper stands, ready to go.
A soldier of the Empire, with unwavering might,
A symbol of loyalty, in the fight.
With a blaster in hand, and a helmet on,
He marches with precision, from dusk till dawn.
A faceless enforcer, with rigid stride,
Carrying out orders, with unwavering pride.
But beneath the armor, who could tell,
The person inside, with a story to tell?
A human soul, with hopes and fears,
Bound by duty, through the years.
Trained to obey, without question asked,
In a world of conflict, where loyalties are tasked.
Yet, deep inside, a flicker of doubt,
As doubts arise, and questions sprout.
Is it right, what they believe?
Are they truly villains, or just naive?
Is there more to life, beyond the war?
These thoughts linger, at their core.
A Storm Trooper's journey, is not all black and white,
But a complex struggle, to find what's right.
To break free from the mold, and make a choice,
To listen to their heart, and find their own voice.
So, behind the mask, a human face,
Prompt: A bowl of fruit, a vibrant sight,
Nature's palette, a rainbow of delight.
Apples red, juicy and sweet,
Oranges bursting with tangy treat.
Bananas, ripe and mellow,
Berries plump, a colorful show.
Grapes, a cluster of succulent spheres,
Peaches, soft and fragrant, for your taste to cheer.
Pineapple, tropical and bright,
Watermelon, juicy and refreshing, a summer's delight.
Kiwi, with its fuzzy green coat,
Mango, golden and luscious, a tropical note.
A bowl of fruit, a gift from the earth,
Nourishing and wholesome, a treasure of worth.
Nature's bounty, a feast for the eyes,
A symphony of flavors, a delightful surprise.
Prompt: An abandoned fontaine, once pure and bright,
Now stands neglected, a melancholic sight.
Its waters, once a sparkling cascade,
Now silent and still, in a mossy shade.
A monument of grace, with sculpted stone,
Now cracked and weathered, all alone.
Its basin, once a source of life,
Now overgrown with weeds and strife.
The memories it holds, of days gone by,
When lovers strolled and children's laughter filled the sky.
Now echoes of the past, a fading dream,
In this abandoned fontaine, a timeless theme.
Yet amidst the neglect, a glimmer of hope,
As nature reclaims, a beauty to evoke.
A symbol of resilience, standing tall,
An abandoned fontaine, a story to recall.
Prompt: In the blink of an eye, a moment's surprise,
Believers vanish, taken to the skies,
A divine event, mysterious and grand,
The Rapture comes, as predestined and planned.
Those who were faithful, lifted away,
To meet their Savior without delay,
Caught up in clouds, in glory and awe,
Joined with the Lord, without a flaw.
Left behind, the world in wonder,
As souls departed, like distant thunder,
Empty shells, bodies without souls,
Inquiry and speculation take their tolls.
Unanswered questions, bewildered minds,
Seeking answers, trying to find,
The truth behind this supernatural scene,
The Rapture, a phenomenon unforeseen.
The world now changed, a paradigm shift,
A time of tribulation, spirits adrift,
With darkness reigning, evil unleashed,
As the world falls into turmoil, its future breached.
Yet hope remains, for those who stay,
Seeking solace, seeking the way,
To overcome, to endure the strife,
To find redemption in this new life.
For the Rapture, a call to prepare,
To heed the warning, to be aware,
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Prompt: The sea swept shore with salty spray,
A dance of waves in a rhythmic play.
Gulls on the wind, soaring high,
As the ocean's beauty caught the eye.
Sand between my toes, cool and wet,
The ocean's touch, a memory I won't forget.
A world of wonder, a timeless scene,
Where nature's beauty reigns supreme.
The sea's embrace, a salty kiss,
A reminder of nature's eternal bliss.
Sea creatures darting in the blue,
A hidden world, mysterious and true.
With every wave that crashes near,
The sea's vastness fills me with awe and cheer.
A symphony of sights, sounds, and scent,
A treasure of nature, so magnificent.
The sea swept shore, a canvas grand,
A masterpiece of nature's hand.
A place where wonders never cease,
A sanctuary of serenity and peace.
Prompt: Victorian Photograph
A moment frozen, in sepia tone,
A glimpse of history, forever known.
A portrait captured, in time's embrace,
A Victorian photograph, a window to a place.
Dressed in finery, with solemn grace,
Posing still, in a timeless space.
Formal attire, with poses prim,
A snapshot of an era, a treasure dim.
The subjects stern, yet quietly proud,
Their expressions somber, voices loud.
In black and white, their faces gleam,
A preserved memory, like a dream.
A family portrait, or a lover's gaze,
A Victorian photograph, a bygone phase.
Capturing memories, in sepia hues,
A treasure to cherish, in history's muse.
From a bygone era, a glimpse in time,
A Victorian photograph, so sublime.
A window to the past, a story told,
Preserved forever, in sepia gold.
Prompt: In the dark of night, with stars above,
A hero rises, full of love.
With cape and mask, a figure bold,
Fights for justice, brave and bold.
Through the shadows, he swiftly moves,
Protecting innocents, he proves,
No crime too great, no villain too tough,
He's Midnight Justice, strong and gruff.
He rights the wrongs, he seeks the truth,
His heart unwavering, resolute.
With fists of fury, and a heart of gold,
He battles evil, brave and bold.
Injustice trembles at his might,
As he fights for what is right.
With unwavering courage, he takes a stand,
To bring justice to a troubled land.
In the silence of the midnight hour,
He fights with all his strength and power.
A beacon of hope in the darkest night,
Midnight Justice, a hero's light.
Prompt: Heart of Glass, a fragile gem,
Eyes that once sparkled, now condemn.
Shattered dreams, like shards of pain,
Cracks run deep, a broken refrain.
Once so whole, now cracked apart,
Fragile now, a wounded heart.
Tears like rivers, etch their way,
Through the cracks, day by day.
A heart once pure, now stained with sorrow,
Hopes and joys, a distant tomorrow.
Each beat a reminder of the past,
A love once strong, now fading fast.
But amidst the cracks, a glimmering light,
A chance to heal, to make things right.
With tender care and patient grace,
The heart can mend, find its place.
Though scars may linger, a reminder true,
That hearts can heal and love renew.
For a heart of glass, though it may break,
Can still find strength, and rise awake.
Prompt: Have you earned your tomorrow, friend?
With actions kind, did you amend?
Did you lend a hand to those in need?
Did you plant good deeds like precious seed?
Have you spoken words of truth and love?
Did you reach out, from high above,
To lift up others in their strife,
And bring a ray of hope to life?
Have you laughed and shared your smile,
Made others feel worthwhile?
Did you spread joy along the way,
Brightening someone's darkest day?
Have you cherished moments small,
Grateful for the gifts of all?
Did you live with purpose true,
With integrity in all you do?
For tomorrow is not promised, you see,
It's a gift, a possibility.
So, let not regrets fill your heart,
But rather, strive to do your part.
To make the most of every day,
In meaningful and selfless ways.
To leave a legacy of good,
A life well-lived, as best you could.
So ask yourself, as each day goes by,
Have you earned your tomorrow's sky?
With deeds of love and kindness sown,
Have you earned the promise of a brighter dawn?
Prompt: In a winter's night, when snowflakes dance,
A tale unfolds, of a girl's romance.
Born of frost, in a world so cold,
A snow girl formed, a story to be told.
Her beauty shone, like glistening ice,
Her smile pure, her heart so nice.
Her eyes sparkled, with a frosty gleam,
Her voice soft, like a winter dream.
She roamed the woods, with grace and poise,
Her laughter chimed, with winter joys.
She played with animals, her snowy friends,
Her laughter echoed, in frozen lands.
But deep inside, she felt a longing,
For warmth and love, a heartache thronging.
She yearned for touch, a human embrace,
To feel alive, with love's sweet grace.
One day, a boy, lost in the snow,
Stumbled upon her, all in a glow.
He was captivated, by her icy charms,
Her gentle ways, and her snowy arms.
He reached out, with gentle touch,
And the snow girl felt, a love so much.
Her icy heart, began to melt,
As warmth and love, upon her dwelt.
But alas, the winter sun, so bright,
Brought warmth and thaw, with its light.
The snow girl melted, into a stream,
Her love and memories, a winter's dream.
The boy wept, for his snow girl's fate,
But in his heart, she would always skate.
Prompt: Heart strings strum, a symphony of emotions,
A delicate dance, of love's endless notions.
Tugged and plucked, with gentle care,
A melody composed, in love's sweet air.
Notes of joy, like a springtime breeze,
Chords of passion, that set hearts at ease.
Harmonies of tenderness, soft and sweet,
Melodies of longing, that make hearts beat.
But heart strings also feel, the pain of loss,
Sorrow's lament, aching like a cross.
Tears that fall, like rain from the skies,
Heart strings weep, with melancholy sighs.
Heart strings bind, hearts together as one,
In a symphony of love, that's never done.
They play the music, of life's grandest art,
Guiding us on, in our soul's truest part.
So cherish the heart strings, that connect us all,
For they're the threads, that bind and enthrall.
In love's orchestra, they play a song so pure,
Heart strings' melody, forever shall endure.
Prompt: A fly on the wall,
Sees it all,
Secrets unfold,
Stories untold.
Silent observer,
With no need to inter,
Watches and listens,
As life glistens.
A world unseen,
From this vantage keen,
The fly on the wall,
Knows it all.
Prompt: In the quiet of the garden fair,
Where flowers bloom and birds take air,
A secret world of gnomes take hold,
A tale of wonder to be told.
With pointed hats and beards so long,
They scurry, play, and sing their song,
Building homes and tending earth,
A gnome's life is a thing of mirth.
They dance beneath the moonlit sky,
And tell each other secrets sly,
Their laughter echoes through the night,
A magical and wondrous sight.
So if you hear a rustling sound,
Or catch a glimpse of something round,
Just know the gnomes are close at hand,
And their secret lives are simply grand.
Prompt: A small fertile jungle in a small transparent white glowing box in the stormy ocean,Tele view stretching to the horizon, wide angle, dramatic lighting, dramatic clouds, high quality, award winning, surrealistic photography By Veri Apriyatno, Android Jones, Jean Baptiste monge, Alberto Seveso, James Jean, Jeremy Mann, Vladimir Petran, Grzegorz Przybyś, Clint Clearley, Mike Campau, accurate features, incredibly detailed, hyperrealistic, WLOP, Scenic beautiful gorgeous, a masterpiece, intricate, high quality, accurate and high quality dust removal, perfect exposure,
Prompt: The sun sinks low,
Its light now dim.
The world grows cold,
As night sets in.
The stars come out,
Twinkling bright.
A peaceful hush,
As day takes flight.
The fading light,
A gentle sigh.
Another day,
Has passed us by.
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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