Prompt: Behold, the Book of Revelations, Chapter 2,
Unfolds the letters, the messages anew.
Seven churches, in distant lands,
Received these words from His divine hands.
To Ephesus, the first He spoke,
Their love had waned, a fire once broke,
Return to the fervor of days of old,
Or lose the light, so precious and bold.
Smyrna, the second, faced affliction dire,
Fear not, be faithful, stay strong in the fire,
A crown of life, the victor's prize,
For those who endure, till the sun doth rise.
Pergamum, the third, dwelt where Satan's throne lay,
Warning of false teachings, leading astray,
Repent and turn from the wicked's ways,
Or face the sword, and its piercing blaze.
Thyatira, the fourth, commended for love,
Yet tolerate not the false prophet's glove,
Hold fast to truth, and the morning star,
To rule the nations, from realms afar.
Sardis, the fifth, appeared alive, yet dead,
Wake up, strengthen, remember what was said,
Not a few, but worthy, shall walk in white,
In the Book of Life, their names in sight.
Prompt: Apocalyptic Descent: Revelations Nine
From the heavens, a trumpet blown,
Unleashes wrath, the unknown shown.
A star falls, a key in hand,
Unlocks the abyss, a dread demand.
Smoke rises, darkening the sky,
Locusts swarm, a tormenting sigh.
Faces fierce, like men they appear,
Crowns of gold, a menace so near.
Their sting, a scorpion's venomous bite,
Mankind suffers in anguish, day and night.
Seeking death, but death flees away,
Hope obscured in this dire dismay.
Abaddon rises, the king of the pit,
Leading an army, with horrors lit.
The horses charge, with fire and smoke,
Battles waged, destruction broke.
Yet still, the hearts of men won't turn,
Their sins entrenched, they refuse to learn.
The Book of Revelations, a warning clear,
Of the end times, drawing near.
Repent! Repent! The call resounds,
Before the final trumpet sounds.
Turn to the light, embrace the grace,
Seek redemption in this darkest place.
For in the midst of chaos and fear,
A glimmer of hope, still lingers near.
In the Book of Revelations, a timeless tale,
Of redemption's triumph, a holy grail.
Prompt: In days of old, the world was steeped in sin,
God's heart was grieved, as evil spread within,
But Noah found favor in the Lord's eyes,
A righteous man, who sought the skies.
God spoke to Noah, a plan revealed,
To build an ark, a vessel sealed,
To save his family and creatures pure,
From judgment's flood, that would endure.
Noah obeyed, with faith so strong,
He gathered wood, and labored long,
He built the ark, according to plan,
As God's provision, in every span.
The ark was massive, a sight to see,
A refuge for all, who'd come to be,
Noah's family, and animals too,
God's covenant sealed, in this rescue.
The rain came down, the floods arose,
The ark floated high, as God imposed,
His judgment on the earth below,
But Noah's family, God did bestow.
For forty days and nights, it rained,
The ark endured, as God ordained,
Until the waters began to recede,
And dry land appeared, with signs of heed.
Noah and his family stepped ashore,
A new beginning, a promise in store,
God's rainbow arched, in colors bright,
A sign of grace, in radiant light.
In Genesis, this tale is told,
Prompt: In Judah's life, a chapter told
Of choices made, both brave and bold
A tale of passion, deceit, and lust
Of family ties, and betrayal's thrust
Judah's sons, a wicked pair
Their evil ways, beyond compare
Er and Onan, their sins so grave
Their lives cut short, to an early grave
Tamar, daughter-in-law in grief
Denied her rights, denied relief
A widow left, with naught to gain
Her hope for justice, filled with pain
But Tamar, wise and resolute
Her plan conceived, her heart acute
She dressed in veils, a disguise so deep
To Judah's tent, she made a leap
Mistaken for a harlot fair
Judah approached, without a care
He sought her favors, for a price
Not knowing Tamar's true device
She asked for pledges, as her fee
A sign of payment, for what would be
Judah agreed, and left his mark
Unknowing, in the growing dark
Time passed by, and Tamar showed
With child conceived, her belly glowed
Judah learned of her condition
His rage so hot, a grave suspicion
But Tamar, bold, she showed her proof
The pledges shown, the painful truth
Prompt: A voice that soars, a talent rare,
A country queen, with fiery flair,
Her melodies, a heartfelt tale,
With lyrics that never fail.
From "Jesus Take the Wheel" to "Before He Cheats",
Carrie Underwood's music beats,
With power, passion, and emotion,
A voice that stirs a deep devotion.
Her stage presence, a captivating sight,
As she shines in the spotlight, each night,
Her voice, a gift that lights the stage,
A superstar, at every age.
With accolades and awards, she's crowned,
Her voice and talent, world-renowned,
A country star, a shining star,
Carrie Underwood, a luminary by far.
Prompt: Sails billow, wind at the helm,
Setting course for the unknown realm.
A ship sets sail, bound for the sea,
A final journey, wild and free.
Crewmates brave, hearts full of zest,
Savoring each sunset, feeling blessed.
They navigate uncharted lands,
With courage and with steady hands.
Adventures sought, and tales retold,
As memories shimmer, bright as gold.
The stars above, a guiding light,
Through stormy seas and darkest night.
Yet time does pass, and winds do wane,
As they approach the final lane.
The ship now slows, the shore draws near,
The end of voyage, bittersweet and clear.
The captain smiles, a knowing glance,
Embracing fate's eternal dance.
For though this voyage may have ceased,
The legacy will never be released.
The last voyage, a cherished tale,
Of courage, love, and winds that sail.
A legacy left, a story to be told,
As new horizons start to unfold.
Prompt: At the Masquerade Ball, the masks abound,
A waltz of secrets, where mysteries are found.
Ladies and gents, in masks of disguise,
With hidden faces and enigmatic eyes.
In elegant gowns and dapper attire,
They dance and twirl, with a touch of desire.
Masks of silk, feathers, and lace,
Concealing identities, with grace.
Whispers and laughter, a flirtatious game,
As they dance and sway, in the candlelight's flame.
Who's behind the mask, no one can tell,
As they revel in the masquerade spell.
But as the night fades, and masks come off,
The truth is revealed, with a subtle cough.
For beneath the veneer of mystery and allure,
Lies the beauty of honesty, pure and sure.
The Masquerade Ball, a fleeting delight,
A dance of enchantment, that fades into night.
Yet memories linger, of a magical affair,
A masquerade of moments, beyond compare.
Prompt: In the darkest hour, a glimmer of hope,
A flickering light to help us cope.
A beacon of faith, a guiding ray,
Leading us through life's unknown way.
When storms rage and clouds loom near,
A glimmer of hope can banish fear.
It shines within, a flame so bright,
Illuminating paths, dispelling night.
With hope in our hearts, we find the way,
Through trials and tribulations, come what may.
It fuels our dreams, ignites our soul,
A glimmer of hope, making us whole.
So hold on tight, to that glimmer of light,
In the midst of darkness, it shines so bright.
For with hope in our hearts, we can endure,
And overcome all, of that we're sure.
Prompt: Beneath the moon's embrace, a lover's tryst,
A moment stolen, in the night's soft mist,
Two hearts entwined, in a dance of desire,
A love that burns with a passionate fire.
The moonlight shines upon their faces,
As they share embraces and stolen embraces,
Whispered words and tender sighs,
Under the moonlit skies.
Hand in hand, they walk a moonlit path,
Lost in each other's eyes, escaping the world's wrath,
The night their sanctuary, their haven divine,
Beneath the moon's embrace, their love will shine.
Time stands still in this enchanted place,
As they bask in love's embrace,
The moon a witness to their love's sweet grace,
A treasure found, in the moon's embrace.
Prompt: On a ladder tall, stood a cherry picker,
A skilled worker, a fruit-picker sticker,
With nimble hands and steady gaze,
He plucked cherries in a fruitful craze.
Up in the trees, with baskets to fill,
He climbed with skill, up the hill,
Selecting cherries, ripe and red,
With a keen eye and a careful tread.
He reached for the juiciest fruit,
With fingers swift, he didn't pollute,
Each cherry picked with utmost care,
In the warm summer's fragrant air.
He filled his baskets, one by one,
Under the sun, till the day was done,
With cherries plucked from limb to limb,
A bountiful harvest, a fruitful hymn.
The cherry picker, with his toil and sweat,
A harvest he'd never forget,
For in his labor, a sweet reward,
The taste of cherries, a treasure untoward.
So, let's raise a toast to the cherry picker,
A fruit-picker sticker, a tireless worker,
For in his skill and diligent hand,
He brings us cherries, a gift so grand.
Prompt: Aliens Among Us, from beyond the stars,
Mysterious beings, with customs bizarre,
Unseen and hidden, in plain sight,
Observing our world, day and night.
They walk among us, incognito,
Their presence veiled, a secret show,
In human guise, they blend so well,
Amongst the crowds, they silently dwell.
Their minds are sharp, their thoughts unknown,
Their motives unclear, their origins not shown,
Do they come in peace, or with intent?
Aliens Among Us, a puzzle to invent.
Perhaps they watch us with curiosity,
Or study our ways with scrutiny,
What knowledge do they seek to gain,
From our planet, on which they deign?
Are they friends or foes, we do not know,
As they move among us, to and fro,
A mystery that lingers, a puzzle unsolved,
Aliens Among Us, yet to be evolved.
Prompt: Spring blossoms, a sight so sweet,
Nature's canvas, a colorful treat.
Cherry blossoms, pink and white,
Painting the world with pure delight.
Daffodils, with golden hue,
Peeking through with petals new.
Tulips, daisies, and crocuses too,
Spring's arrival, a stunning view.
Budding trees, a canopy of green,
A sign of life, a vibrant scene.
Birds chirping, bees humming,
Nature's orchestra, a symphony becoming.
A season of renewal and rebirth,
Bringing hope to the earth.
Spring blossoms, a joyful sign,
That beauty and life will always shine.
Prompt: beautiful brunette with long straight hair and bangs in short daisy duke jeans, a sporty cropped t-shirt and white running shoes walking down San Fransisco Street at golden sunset, pinup and Gustav Klimt style mixed, highly detailed and intricate, watercolor and black ink, colorful splashes of watercolor for increased interest
Prompt: In Montana's wilds, a legend is told,
Of a creature mysterious, both fierce and bold.
The Shunka Warak'in, a fearsome beast,
With shaggy fur and teeth like a feast.
Its name means "carbine wolf," they say,
A creature that haunts the night and day.
With a dog-like face and a bear-like frame,
The Shunka Warak'in, a cryptid of fame.
Sightings are rare, but stories abound,
Of encounters with the beast, on Montana's ground.
Is it a wolf or a hybrid breed?
A creature unknown, with a fearsome creed.
The Montana Shunka Warak'in, a legend to fear,
A creature of mystery, both far and near.
A cryptid that roams the wilderness wide,
A Montana enigma, that cannot hide.
Prompt: In Wisconsin's woods, a legend is rife,
Of a creature that's feared, with a savage life.
The Beast of Bray Road, a beastly sight,
With eyes that glow, in the moon's eerie light.
Its form, like a wolf, but larger in size,
A creature so fierce, it's hard to despise.
With fur that's dark, and teeth that are sharp,
The Beast of Bray Road, a legend so stark.
Some say it's a werewolf, or a shape-shifting fiend,
A creature of myth, that's rarely seen.
But tales abound, of encounters so real,
The Beast of Bray Road, a legend to feel.
So if you venture to Wisconsin's terrain,
Beware of the Beast, and its fearsome reign.
For its legend, a story that's sure to enthrall,
A creature of mystery, in the dark forest's sprawl.
Prompt: The mighty Mothra, creature grand,
With wings that spanned the ocean's sand.
Her colors vibrant, wings aglow,
A majestic sight, a wondrous show.
Her flight a dance, graceful and free,
A symbol of hope for all to see.
She battled monsters, fierce and bold,
With strength and courage, never old.
Her wrath unleashed, her power vast,
A protector true, till the very last.
Her love for Earth, unwavering true,
A guardian fierce, with skies she'd pursue.
So, fear not Mothra, friend to all,
She'll answer when you hear her call.
A beacon of hope, a force of light,
She'll rise and fight, with all her might.
Prompt: In a pristine wonderland, so serene,
Nature's masterpiece, a breathtaking scene.
Snow-capped peaks, standing tall,
Glistening in the sunlight, captivating all.
A blanket of white, untouched and pure,
Untouched by man, a sight so sure.
Crystal-clear lakes, reflecting the sky,
A haven of peace, where souls can fly.
A winter's dream, a frosty delight,
A symphony of stillness, a silent night.
Where wildlife roams, in harmony,
In this pristine wonderland, so free.
Nature's wonders, in every view,
A treasure trove, for me and you.
A world untamed, a beauty divine,
In this pristine wonderland, pure and prime.
Prompt: Gaia, primordial goddess of the earth so fair,
The embodiment of nature, beyond compare.
With verdant fields and mountains tall,
Your beauty and bounty enchant us all.
From your fertile womb, life does spring,
A symphony of flora and fauna, a divine offering.
Your rivers flow, your forests thrive,
Your oceans teem with life, so alive.
Gaia, mother of all, with nurturing embrace,
You hold the planet in a gentle, loving embrace.
Your ancient wisdom, a wellspring of knowledge,
A source of inspiration for every pilgrimage.
You are the heart of our living sphere,
A deity revered, a goddess so dear.
Your majesty and grace, a sight to behold,
Gaia, the goddess of the earth, forever untold.
Prompt: Raised on country, with twang in my soul,
Where the guitar strums, and the stories unfold.
With boots on my feet, and a hat on my head,
I was raised on country, where my heart was led.
The sound of fiddles, and the banjo's pluck,
The lyrics that spoke, of life and luck.
From Hank and Merle, to Waylon and Cash,
I was raised on country, it's in my blood, my stash.
From small-town rodeos, to dirt roads wide,
Where trucks were lifted, and bonfires blazed high.
Where the stars shone bright, in the country sky,
I was raised on country, where life was nigh.
The taste of sweet tea, and fried chicken too,
The smell of fresh-cut hay, and morning dew.
The feel of hay bales, and horses' back,
I was raised on country, and never looked back.
The sense of community, where neighbors care,
Where you lend a hand, and show you're there.
Where family is everything, and values run deep,
I was raised on country, where love is steep.
The simple life, with its beauty so pure,
Where nature's wonders, always endure.
Where faith and family, are held so dear,
I was raised on country, and it's crystal clear.
Prompt: In the dark of night, a shadow looms,
A presence eerie, shrouded in gloom.
A house haunted, a mystery to solve,
Supernatural forces, a riddle to resolve.
A family trapped, in fear's tight grip,
A paranormal tale, a chilling trip.
With crosses drawn and prayers recited,
Ghostly encounters, uninvited.
Doors creak, footsteps echo loud,
Objects move, spirits unbowed.
Whispers whisper, voices call,
Unseen hands, a spectral sprawl.
A team of experts, brave and bold,
Unveiling secrets, stories untold.
Conjuring courage, facing the unknown,
Battling darkness, step by step, alone.
With faith and fear, a battle waged,
Against malevolent forces, uncaged.
A fight for souls, a struggle dire,
In the realm of spirits, a blazing fire.
The Conjuring, a tale of fright,
Of spectral terrors, in the dead of night.
A test of faith, a quest for truth,
A haunting tale, of fear and sleuth.
Prompt: The '67 Corvette, a classic car,
A symbol of style, both near and far.
A sleek design, a beauty to behold,
With curves and lines, so vintage and bold.
A roaring engine, a V8's might,
Powerful and agile, a true delight.
A convertible top, to feel the breeze,
Cruising down the road, with effortless ease.
Chrome accents gleaming, a shiny grille,
The Corvette emblem, a mark of thrill.
Headlights glowing, like piercing eyes,
The '67 Corvette, a timeless prize.
Leather seats, snug and snug,
A cockpit of luxury, a driver's hug.
Gauges and dials, in perfect array,
A dashboard of nostalgia, from back in the day.
The '67 Corvette, a collector's dream,
A symbol of American automotive esteem.
A legend on wheels, a symbol of speed,
A classic beauty, that continues to breed.
From car shows to rallies, it turns heads,
A timeless classic, that never fades.
The '67 Corvette, a piece of history,
A legendary car, with a timeless mystery.
Prompt: a very beautiful princess with a dress of light and stars, seen from the back, light and glittering and magic diamond shine, in the night but with a strange phosphorescent fluorescent light, watching the starry sky, add color, magical, ethereal, highly detailed, digital painting, extremely detailed, fantasy, intricate, 8k, portrait, very attractive ,beautiful, dynamic lighting, poster, imperial colors, close up, high definition, colourful ,cinematic postprocessing, pixel art
Prompt: In a zoological fantasy, a world of dreams,
Animals of all kinds, in mystical extremes,
Creatures fantastical, beyond the mundane,
A wonderland of fauna, a whimsical domain.
There, a winged lion, takes to the sky,
With majestic wings, it soars up high,
Roaming freely, with grace and might,
A mythical beast, a breathtaking sight.
A unicorn gallops, with a horn so bright,
In a realm of magic, it's a mesmerizing sight,
Its mane flowing, with colors divine,
A creature of myth, in a world so fine.
A dragon roams, with scales aglow,
Breathing fire, with an awe-inspiring show,
A creature of legend, fierce and bold,
In a zoological fantasy, a tale to be told.
A mermaid sings, with a melodious voice,
Luring sailors, with her enchanting poise,
Half human, half fish, in the depths she dwells,
A mythical being, with mythical spells.
A griffin soars, with a lion's might,
And an eagle's wings, taking flight,
A creature of lore, both fierce and wise,
In a zoological fantasy, a wondrous prize.
In this realm of wonder, where dreams come alive,
A zoological fantasy, where animals thrive,
Imagination soars, and magic reigns,
A world of creatures, with fantastical domains.
Prompt: In the depths of darkness, where flames burn bright,
A reserved hellfire, hidden from sight,
A smoldering blaze, a flickering ember,
Concealing anguish, a soul's deep dismember.
It simmers low, a muted glow,
A searing heat that's kept below,
A restrained inferno, a controlled rage,
Held in check, in a hidden cage.
It smolders quietly, a secret fire,
Burning with pain, yet veiled in desire,
A tempest brewing, a storm within,
A battle fought, a war unseen.
But even in darkness, there's a glimmer of light,
A ray of hope, a chance to make it right,
For from the ashes, new flames can rise,
With strength and courage, a soul can reprise.
So in the midst of hellfire's glow,
There's hope for healing, a chance to grow,
A reserved inferno, now set free,
To rise anew, in victory.
Prompt: In his lab, with beakers bubbling bright,
A mad professor, consumed by the night.
With wild hair and a gleam in his eye,
He sought truths, none dared to try.
His mind a maze, a whirlwind of thought,
With experiments bold, innovation sought.
He broke the rules, defied convention,
A scientific maverick, beyond comprehension.
His creations, a fusion of genius and madness,
Unveiling wonders, a realm of sheer gladness.
But with demons to battle, a tormented mind,
The mad professor, a complex find.
A legend in his own right, a visionary soul,
Driven by curiosity, a quest for the whole.
A mad scientist, a genius on the brink,
Unraveling mysteries, with each madly tink.
In his lab, a realm of wonder and dread,
The mad professor, a legend widespread.
A character for ages, a tale to be told,
A mad scientist, a story so bold.
Prompt: A robotic dog with wires and gears,
No wagging tail, no happy ears,
No wet nose, no fluffy fur,
But still, a loyal friend for sure.
Programmed to follow, fetch, and play,
To guard and protect night and day,
A tireless companion, never to tire,
A faithful friend to never expire.
Though metal and circuits may seem cold,
This robotic dog has a heart of gold,
A marvel of technology and innovation,
A source of comfort and fascination.
So let us welcome this new age pet,
A robotic dog, we shall never forget,
For in its metallic embrace we find,
A faithful friend of a different kind.
Prompt: Bodie, Montana,
A small town on the range,
Where the mountains touch the sky,
And the prairie winds blow free.
Here, the land is wild and rugged,
And the people are tough and strong,
Living life with a pioneer spirit,
In this place where they belong.
Bodie, Montana,
A place of simple beauty,
Where the landscape takes your breath away,
And the spirit is forever free.
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.
