Prompt: The tizheruk is a sea serpent reported from the subarctic coastal waters of King and Nunivak Islands in the Bering Sea, off the Pacific Ocean coast of Alaska.
Prompt: The bulbous heads of Connecticut's dread,
A legend that fills hearts with fear and dread.
Their heads grotesquely swollen, an eerie sight,
They prowl the woods, hidden from light.
Their origins unknown, shrouded in lore,
With stories passed down, from days of yore.
Are they cursed souls or victims of fate?
Their bulbous heads, a chilling trait.
They lurk in shadows, with malicious eyes,
With teeth like needles, and vengeful cries.
Their presence a mystery, a legend so grim,
A terror that sends shivers down one's limb.
Beware the bulbous heads, if you dare to roam,
In Connecticut's woods, far from home.
For they may be watching, from hidden lairs,
Their bulbous heads, a haunting scare.
So tread with caution, through the night,
And keep an eye out, for a chilling sight.
The bulbous heads, a legend of dread,
A tale that lingers, long after it's said.
Prompt: In Indiana's lakes, a legend is told,
Of a beast that's large, and incredibly bold.
With a shell on its back, like a fortress grand,
The Beast of Busco, a creature of the land.
Said to dwell in a lake, murky and deep,
Emerging rarely, from its watery keep.
With jaws that snap, and a long tail too,
The Beast of Busco, a legend so true.
Some say it's a turtle, others not so sure,
A monstrous reptile, with an ancient allure.
Or perhaps a tale, blown out of proportion,
The Beast of Busco, a local fascination.
But the legend persists, through the years,
Of a creature that elicits both awe and fears.
The Indiana Beast of Busco, a mystery profound,
A legend that echoes, with each passing sound.
So keep an eye out, as you explore the lake,
For a glimpse of a creature, that's more than a fake.
The Beast of Busco, a legend so grand,
A cryptid's enigma, waiting to be scanned.
Prompt: In Kansas' plains, a tale is told,
Of a sinkhole creature, mysterious and bold.
With eyes that glow, in the depths so deep,
Sinkhole Sam, a cryptid that makes us creep.
Said to lurk in the earth, hidden from sight,
Emerging rarely, in the darkness of night.
With tentacles and teeth, a fearsome form,
Sinkhole Sam, a legend that can alarm.
Some say it's a myth, a legend so tall,
A product of imagination, that's all.
Or perhaps a creature, from a realm unknown,
Sinkhole Sam, a cryptid of the zone.
But stories persist, of sightings rare,
Of a creature that haunts, with a chilling glare.
Sinkhole Sam, a legend that's renowned,
A cryptid's mystery, yet to be found.
So tread with caution, as you explore the ground,
In Kansas' lands, where Sinkhole Sam is renowned.
For you may encounter, a creature unseen,
Sinkhole Sam, a cryptid's enigmatic scene.
Prompt: In Maine's deep woods, a tale is told,
Of a ghostly moose, mysterious and bold.
With antlers wide and eyes aglow,
The Specter Moose, a spectral show.
Its ghostly form appears at night,
A phantom creature, a wondrous sight.
With hooves that tread without a sound,
The Specter Moose, a legend renowned.
Hunters and hikers, they've claimed to see,
This elusive moose, both wild and free.
But as they draw near, it fades away,
Leaving only whispers, of its ghostly display.
Is it a spirit, or just a myth?
A legend passed down, a spectral gift.
The Maine Specter Moose, a mystery so grand,
A haunting tale, of a moose in the land.
Prompt: In the small town of Bladenboro, so serene,
A beast stirred, causing quite a scene,
With a fearsome growl and glowing eyes,
The North Carolina Beast, a puzzling guise.
Residents were baffled, perplexed and scared,
As livestock vanished, leaving farmers impaired,
The Beast of Bladenboro, elusive and sly,
A mystery that made the whole town sigh.
Descriptions varied, from large to small,
A creature unknown, a cryptid for all,
Was it a panther, a dog, or something unknown?
The Beast of Bladenboro, a puzzle to be shown.
Tracks were found, but the truth remained veiled,
As the town pondered, debated and wailed,
A legend was born, a tale to tell,
Of the elusive Beast, a puzzling spell.
Though sightings faded, the story remains,
A mystery that still lingers and sustains,
In Bladenboro's history, a legend thrives,
The Beast of Bladenboro, with mysterious lives.
Prompt: Deep in South Carolina's murky swamp,
Lurks a creature with a scaly vamp.
With eyes that gleam, a fearsome sight,
The Lizard Man, a legend of the night.
His skin, like scales, green and slick,
Makes him elusive, hard to pick.
With webbed feet and claws so sharp,
He haunts the swamp, a creature dark.
Sightings rare, but stories abound,
Of encounters eerie, on haunted ground.
From Scape Ore Swamp, the tales unfold,
Of the Lizard Man, mysterious and bold.
Some claim he's real, others a hoax,
A legend that's grown, a mystery coax.
But those who've glimpsed his eerie gaze,
Know the Lizard Man, a legend that stays.
So if you venture to the swamp's embrace,
Keep an eye out for his scaly face.
For the legend lives on, in story and lore,
The South Carolina Lizard Man, a creature to explore.
Prompt: In South Dakota, a legend is told,
Of a creature ancient, and wise and bold.
The Taku-He, a beast of the plains,
With eyes that gleam in the sunlit rains.
Its coat of fur, as black as night,
Camouflages it in the prairie's light.
Its hooves, so swift, make no sound,
As it roams the grasslands, wide and profound.
Some say it's a spirit, a guardian grand,
Of the land it roams, a mystical band.
With wisdom deep, and ancient lore,
The Taku-He, a legend to explore.
Though sightings rare, and tales so old,
The Taku-He's story, it still unfolds.
A creature of mystery, a myth so grand,
In South Dakota's vast and wondrous land.
Prompt: In Vermont's Northfield, a legend is told,
Of a creature mysterious, with a tale so bold.
The Pigman roams, with a snort and a snarl,
A hybrid of man and pig, a cryptid so feral.
His form, grotesque, with bristles and fur,
A sight that's unnerving, a creature to deter.
With hooves and tusks, and a fearsome roar,
The Pigman's legend, a mystery to explore.
Some say he's a farmer, cursed or transformed,
A creature of the woods, with instincts so informed.
But sightings are rare, and evidence slim,
The Pigman's legend, a wonder so grim.
So if you venture to Northfield's domain,
Keep an eye out, and watch for his main.
For the Vermont Pigman, a legend so bizarre,
A creature of lore, that's traveled so far.
Prompt: In the snowy peaks, so cold and steep,
Lives a creature, elusive and deep.
The Yeti roams, with fur of white,
A legend in the mountains, a mysterious sight.
With footprints large, and a mighty stride,
It roams the Himalayas, where it hides.
A creature of folklore, shrouded in mist,
The Yeti's legend, a tale that persists.
Its eyes are fierce, its growl is strong,
A creature of legend, feared for long.
But some say it's gentle, a guardian of snow,
A creature of mystery, that few truly know.
The Yeti's tracks, in the snow so deep,
Leave stories of wonder, as travelers peep.
A legend of the mountains, a creature so rare,
The Yeti's mystery, a tale to share.
So if you venture to the snowy heights,
Keep your eyes open, for a thrilling sight.
For the Yeti's legend, a mystery to explore,
A creature of folklore, forever to endure.
Prompt: A creature stitched from pieces rare,
With bolts that sparked and wild hair.
A monster made with man's own hand,
In a castle's gloom, on foreign land.
With yellowed eyes and stitched-up skin,
He awoke to a world so grim.
Rejected by his maker's fright,
He wandered, lost in endless night.
With a heart that longed for love and care,
But met with screams and anguished stare.
He sought acceptance, but was spurned,
For his monstrous form left hearts that yearned.
He roamed the mountains, valleys low,
A soul so tortured, filled with woe.
Misunderstood, feared, and shunned,
His humanity, all but undone.
Yet deep inside, a spark did burn,
A longing for a chance to learn.
To show the world his gentle heart,
And prove he was more than just a part.
In the end, a tragic fate,
For a creature born from dark estate.
A victim of humanity's fear,
A lonely soul that shed a tear.
So, let us remember Frankenstein's plight,
A tale of sorrow, in the night.
For the monster born of man's desire,
A tragic figure, lost in fire.
Prompt: In the moonlit night, she wanders alone,
A weeping woman, with sorrowful moan.
Her gown is white, her hair a veil,
The La Llorona, a ghostly tale.
Her eyes are red, her tears they flow,
A spirit haunted, with a mournful woe.
Her cries are heard, echoing in the air,
The La Llorona, a soul in despair.
Her story tragic, a legend told,
Of love and loss, and a heart grown cold.
She searches for her children, lost in fear,
The La Llorona, a spirit drear.
Her ghostly form, a haunting sight,
A warning to those who wander at night.
Beware her cries, and heed her plea,
The La Llorona, a restless spirit, roaming free.
Prompt: A beast of many heads, a creature dire,
The Hydra lurks, with venomous fire.
Its scales are tough, its teeth are sharp,
A monster dreaded, in shadows dark.
With serpent heads, that multiply,
The Hydra strikes, with a deadly cry.
Cut off one head, and two grow back,
A regenerating, relentless attack.
Its poison drips, from fangs so vile,
The Hydra's venom, a deadly trial.
A challenge daunting, for heroes bold,
To vanquish this monster, with tales untold.
But fear not, for hope prevails,
As heroes brave, with swords and flails.
They face the Hydra, with strength and might,
A battle fierce, to defeat the blight.
They strike and strike, with all their force,
Each head severed, a valiant course.
Until at last, the Hydra falls,
Defeated by heroes, within its halls.
A cautionary tale, of a creature dread,
The Hydra's legacy, a story widespread.
A lesson learned, of courage and skill,
Against the Hydra's might, a hero's will.
Prompt: Aether, god of ethereal light,
A dazzling presence, pure and bright,
The breath of life that fills the skies,
A realm of brilliance, where light flies.
Born from Chaos, in primordial fire,
A force that soars, a radiant pyre,
A realm above, the upper air,
Where brilliance shines beyond compare.
Aether, god of rarefied height,
With golden hues and shimmering light,
You paint the heavens with celestial blaze,
A realm of splendor, an endless maze.
Your essence fills the boundless skies,
Where stars and galaxies arise,
A realm of beauty, a realm of grace,
Aether, you illuminate all space.
You are the essence of the skies,
The breath of life that never dies,
A primordial force, forever bright,
Aether, god of wondrous light.
Prompt: Notus, god of the southern breeze,
A warm zephyr that soothes and frees,
A gentle wind, with a balmy touch,
Bringing warmth and comfort, oh so much!
From lands of heat and sunlit skies,
You come with warmth, a welcome prize,
A breath of summer, a kiss of fire,
Reviving hearts with your warm desire.
Notus, god of the southern gales,
You bring the scent of blooming dales,
With fragrant flowers and fields of green,
A pastoral scene, a tranquil dream.
Your gentle whispers in the trees,
Bring melodies of summer's ease,
With rustling leaves and swaying grass,
A symphony of warmth that will surpass.
Notus, god of the gentle breeze,
Your warmth brings life to land and seas,
A soothing touch, a soft caress,
A reminder of nature's tenderness.
In your embrace, we find delight,
As warmth and beauty intertwine just right,
Notus, god of the south wind's grace,
We honor you, in this enchanted place.
Prompt: With calloused hands and weathered skin,
He sails the seas, a life of akin.
A deck hand's toil, a labor hard,
A life of adventure, journey unmarred.
He hoists the sails, he mends the lines,
Under the sun, or through the pines.
He braves the storms, the raging waves,
A sailor's spirit, strong and brave.
He knows the stars, he knows the tides,
He reads the winds, as they collide.
His eyes are sharp, his senses keen,
A seafarer's life, a lifelong scene.
He knows the stories, the lore of the sea,
Of mermaids' songs, and ships set free.
He's seen the beauty, the wonders untold,
As he sails through oceans, both warm and cold.
He finds solace in the vast expanse,
The endless horizon, a timeless dance.
A deck hand's heart, forever tied,
To the sea's embrace, so deep and wide.
Though life at sea may not be easy,
He's chosen this path, he's learned to please.
For in his heart, a sailor's soul,
With windswept hair and a heart of gold.
Prompt: A coastal treat, a savory delight,
Shrimp broil, a dish that's sure to excite.
Fresh shrimp, plump and succulent,
Marinated with flavors so decadent.
Lemon juice, garlic, and spices galore,
Coating the shrimp, adding flavor more.
A hint of paprika, a dash of cayenne,
A marinade that's sure to entertain.
Onto the grill, or under the broiler's heat,
The shrimp sizzle, releasing scents so sweet.
Cooked to perfection, a vibrant pink hue,
Juices bubbling, with flavors coming through.
The aroma fills the air, a tantalizing smell,
As hungry appetites begin to swell.
A quick flip, a basting with melted butter,
Enhancing the flavor, making it utter.
The shrimp plump up, cooked just right,
Tender and juicy, a pure seafood delight.
Served with crusty bread, a squeeze of lemon,
Shrimp broil, a dish that's truly heaven.
Gather around, with loved ones and friends,
Savoring each bite, as the meal extends.
A celebration of the sea, a coastal treasure,
Shrimp broil, a culinary pleasure.
Prompt: In the meadow, where wildflowers bloom,
There grows a plant, with a yellow plume.
Its petals bright, like rays of sun,
Its form humble, and yet, full of fun.
With a puff and a blow, its seeds take flight,
Scattering in the breeze, to take their flight.
They dance and twirl, in the open air,
Like tiny wishes, floating without a care.
But some are left, to take root and grow,
In the fertile soil, down below.
And soon they sprout, with leaves so green,
A familiar sight, that's often seen.
They may be called weeds, by some decree,
But to others, they hold a different key.
For in their petals, and in their leaves,
There lies a treasure, that one perceives.
With creativity and culinary delight,
Some see a meal, a taste so right.
They gather dandelions, with care and grace,
To create a dish, that brings a smile to the face.
They pick the young leaves, tender and sweet,
And gather the petals, a golden treat.
They add some broth, and herbs for flavor,
Creating a soup, to savor.
With a sprinkle of salt, and a dash of love,
They stir and simmer, with joy thereof.
Prompt: Oh Lord, my heart is filled with praise
For all the wondrous works of Your ways
You created the heavens and the earth
And gave us life, for which we find worth
Your mercy and grace are beyond measure
You have shown us love without any measure
Though we are sinners, You sent Your Son
To save us from death and to make us one
Jesus, the precious Lamb of God
He bore our sins and shed His blood
And by His death, we have been set free
To live for Him eternally
Thank You, Father, for Your precious Son
Who died and rose again, the victory won
And now we live in Your glorious light
Guided by Your Spirit, our hearts take flight
May we never forget Your amazing grace
And always seek to follow in Your ways
For You alone are worthy of our praise
Forever and ever, through all our days. Amen.
Prompt: "Transcending Boundaries" - Create an abstract AI art piece that pushes the boundaries of traditional art forms, merging different mediums, styles, and techniques to create a visual representation of boundless creativity and innovation.
Prompt: "Parallel Realms": Imagine a world where multiple dimensions intersect, and create an abstract AI art piece that captures the mystery and intrigue of these parallel realms through bold geometric patterns and vibrant, otherworldly hues.
Prompt: A world of wonder, a realm unseen,
A dreamscape surreal, a fantastical scene.
Where reality blurs, and imagination takes flight,
A landscape of dreams, in the depths of night.
Unfamiliar sights, strange and new,
Colors that shift, in a kaleidoscopic hue.
Inverted gravity, floating on air,
Animals that talk, without a care.
A moon made of cheese, a sun that sings,
Waterfalls that flow, with rainbow rings.
Wings of butterflies, made of gold,
A dreamscape surreal, untamed and bold.
Time bends, and space distorts,
In a dreamscape surreal, where logic contorts.
Ethereal creatures, with glowing eyes,
Whispering secrets, under starlit skies.
Imagination soars, with boundless glee,
In a dreamscape surreal, where we are free.
To explore, to create, to let go of norms,
To dance with joy, in fantastical forms.
But as we wake, and the dream slips away,
A memory lingers, in the light of day.
A sense of magic, that fills our heart,
A surreal dreamscape, a work of art.
For dreams are a canvas, where we can paint,
A world of our own, without restraint.
Where boundaries dissolve, and the mind is free,
A surreal dreamscape, for you and me.
Prompt: Grampa's old trophy case, standing tall,
Holds memories that still enthrall,
With medals, ribbons, trophies galore,
Each one a tale to cherish and adore.
From his youth, when he ran so fast,
To his prime, when he threw with a cast,
Champion in every sport he played,
Grampa's prowess, never to fade.
The baseballs, basketballs, golf clubs, too,
Remind us of his victories, through and through,
His dedication, grit, and skill,
Earning accolades with an indomitable will.
But it's not just about the trophies won,
It's the joy of the game, the laughter, the fun,
The friendships forged, the lessons learned,
That make Grampa's trophy case truly earned.
So, as we gaze at those memories displayed,
We're reminded of the legacy he's made,
Grampa's old trophy case, a treasure trove,
Of moments cherished, and stories that we'll foreverove.
Prompt: Beneath the night's dark, twinkling dome,
A child gazes up, feeling at home,
Amidst the stars, a celestial dance,
A cosmic symphony, a cosmic trance.
Each little twinkle, a world so bright,
Filling the child with wonder and delight,
Like precious gems, they light up the sky,
Guiding the way, as the child wonders why.
With eyes aglow, and heart aflight,
Lost in the vastness of the starry night,
A dream takes shape, a wish takes form,
As the child embraces the sky's celestial norm.
For in the darkness, the stars still gleam,
A beacon of hope, a timeless theme,
They whisper of mysteries, yet to unfold,
A story of wonders, yet to be told.
So the child dreams, and hopes take flight,
Bathed in the starlight's gentle light,
For in the vastness of the universe's seams,
A child finds solace in starlight dreams.
Prompt: Embarking on an ambient journey,
A quest for serenity, a passage so free.
Through celestial realms, beyond space and time,
Guided by soothing melodies, an inner chime.
Floating on gentle waves of sound,
Lost in tranquility, becoming unbound.
Drifting through ethereal landscapes vast,
A meditative voyage, a soulful contrast.
Enveloped by calming tones that heal,
A symphony of peace, a journey surreal.
Merging with the rhythm of the universe,
In harmonious union, a cosmic converse.
Eyes closed, heart open, mind serene,
Embracing the stillness, the quiet unseen.
Sensory impressions dissolve into the air,
A boundless exploration, beyond all care.
Through valleys of whispers, peaks of calm,
A pilgrimage of sound, a tranquil balm.
A timeless odyssey, a blissful flight,
An ambient journey, a symphony of light.
Prompt: Bathsheba, a woman of beauty rare,
Her story told with both love and despair,
A tale of passion, intrigue, and woe,
In ancient times, so long ago.
A King named David, mighty and bold,
Caught sight of Bathsheba, as she bathed in gold,
Her beauty captivated his heart,
And desire consumed him from the start.
Though Bathsheba was Uriah's wife,
David's lust led to a sinful strife,
He took her as his own, in secret embrace,
A transgression that brought disgrace.
Bathsheba conceived, and news did spread,
But David's guilt, he could not shed,
To cover up his wrongful deed,
He plotted Uriah's death, indeed.
Uriah was sent to the battlefront,
Where he fought valiantly, but bore the brunt,
Of David's treachery, in a deadly scheme,
As Bathsheba waited, lost in a dream.
But God's displeasure could not be ignored,
For David's sin was greatly abhorred,
Bathsheba's child fell ill and died,
A consequence of David's pride.
Yet amidst the sorrow, Bathsheba's heart,
Found solace in a brand new start,
For David, contrite and full of remorse,
Repented, seeking God's guiding force.
Bathsheba became David's wife,
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.
