Prompt: Invisible touch, oh, so slight,
Unseen by all, a hidden sight,
A whisper's breeze, a gentle graze,
Unnoticed, yet it leaves a trace.
A tender caress, a fleeting brush,
A touch that lingers, a silent hush,
It speaks without words, conveys so much,
A magic spell, a heartfelt touch.
Invisible touch, mysterious art,
It stirs the soul, it moves the heart,
It connects us all, though unseen,
A force that's felt, yet remains unseen.
Invisible touch, a subtle force,
It shapes our lives, takes its own course,
A gentle nudge, a guiding hand,
A touch that's felt throughout the land.
Invisible touch, a gift so rare,
It shows we're human, it makes us care,
For in its presence, we feel alive,
A touch that's felt, though it may hide.
So cherish it well, this unseen power,
The magic touch, in every hour,
For it's a gift, a precious art,
The invisible touch, that moves the heart.
Prompt: Time is on my side, they say,
A steadfast ally, come what may,
A patient companion, a faithful friend,
On whom I can always depend.
In moments of joy or moments of strife,
Time marches on with rhythm and life,
A constant presence, unwavering and true,
Guiding me forward, as moments accrue.
Time gives me chances to learn and grow,
To stumble, rise, and let my spirit show,
To chase my dreams with unwavering zeal,
To make my mark and express my real.
Time whispers wisdom in every year,
Teaching me lessons, both far and near,
With each passing day, I gain new insight,
Time's gentle guidance, a guiding light.
Time heals wounds and mends the heart,
Allows for healing, a brand new start,
Bringing perspective and clarity,
A balm for wounds, soothed tenderly.
But time can also slip away,
A reminder to make the most of each day,
To live with purpose, passion, and pride,
For time is precious, an eternal tide.
So I'll cherish the moments, big and small,
Embrace the present, give it my all,
With time as my ally, by my side,
I'll journey forward, with love as my guide.
Prompt: With wrench in hand and oil-stained clothes,
The mechanic works where the engine roars.
Fixing, tweaking, with skill and grace,
A master of gears in a grease-streaked place.
From car to car, the expert moves,
Diagnosing troubles and finding clues.
With keen eyes and steady hands,
He mends the machines with his repairman's plans.
The workshop echoes with clanks and clangs,
As the mechanic's expertise bangs and bangs.
He restores the engines to their prime,
A master craftsman, ahead of his time.
His tools are his allies, his workshop his domain,
He takes pride in his work, with no refrain.
Fixing, restoring, with passion and might,
The mechanic's skills are a wondrous sight.
A master of the mechanical art,
He mends the broken, he mends the heart.
With skill and knowledge, he makes things right,
The mechanic, a true guiding light.
Prompt: Walking Sam, a phantom of the night,
A spectral figure, with a presence so slight.
He roams the woods, with footsteps unheard,
A mysterious entity, like an elusive bird.
He's said to wander, in the deep, dark trees,
A shadowy figure, that no one truly sees.
Whispered tales, of a tall, lanky frame,
A hat pulled low, to conceal his name.
Walking Sam, a specter of lore,
With glowing red eyes, that chill to the core.
He's said to follow, those who dare to tread,
In the haunted forest, where he's often said.
Some claim to hear him, his footsteps light,
A rustle in the leaves, on a moonless night.
Others say he calls, with an eerie voice,
A warning to those, who make a reckless choice.
But who is Walking Sam, and what does he seek?
A mystery unsolved, that makes the curious weak.
Is he a ghost, or a figment of the mind?
A legend passed down, through stories entwined.
So if you venture, into the woods so deep,
Beware of Walking Sam, and the secrets he keeps.
For he may be watching, with eyes aglow,
A phantom of the night, with a story to show.
Prompt: Tucked away in a corner snug,
A little haven, a cozy bug,
A world of words, a treasure trove,
A book nook, where stories rove.
A cozy chair, a soft-lit lamp,
Inviting you to read and camp.
A blanket draped, for warmth and ease,
A cup of tea, a book to seize.
Shelves lined with tales, from every age,
Whispers of wisdom, from page to page.
Adventures grand, and mysteries untold,
In the book nook, stories unfold.
A window view, to let in light,
A glimpse of nature's wondrous sight.
A ray of sunshine, a touch of grace,
Illuminating the bookish space.
A quiet refuge, a world apart,
A sanctuary for the bookish heart.
Where imaginations come alive,
In the book nook, stories thrive.
Lost in pages, hours go by,
In the book nook, time can fly.
Characters become friends, worlds come alive,
In the book nook, where stories thrive.
So, step into the book nook's embrace,
Let words transport you to a different place.
A haven of stories, a literary escape,
The book nook, a cherished landscape.
Prompt: Lost in darkness, swallowed by despair,
A soul adrift, in a state of disrepair,
Condemned to suffer, in eternal plight,
A fate so cruel, devoid of light.
Guilt and regret, a heavy burden to bear,
Pain and anguish, a constant snare,
Hopes and dreams, now shattered and torn,
A heart once whole, now bruised and worn.
The flames of hell, a torment so deep,
No respite, no solace, just endless weep,
Condemned to wander, in a desolate land,
Where anguish reigns, with an iron hand.
Oh, cruel damnation, a fate so dire,
A soul consumed, in a never-ending fire,
A plea for mercy, a desperate cry,
But silence echoes, as time drifts by.
In this abyss, where hope is lost,
A soul once pure, now forever tossed,
Damnation's grip, so dark and grim,
A tragic end, so cold and dim.
Prompt: A sentinel stands, unwavering and true,
A protector, a shield, for the one they pursue.
A bodyguard, with unwavering might,
Guiding and guarding, both day and night.
With watchful eyes, and senses sharp,
They ward off danger, and keep foes at bay.
Their presence commanding, their vigilance keen,
A fortress of protection, strong and serene.
They walk in shadows, with silent grace,
Anticipating threats, in every place.
They shield their charge, with unwavering care,
A guardian angel, always there.
Through trials and challenges, they stand by their side,
A shield against harm, a beacon of pride.
They give their all, without asking for praise,
A bodyguard's duty, for all their days.
Their bond unbreakable, their loyalty true,
A bodyguard's heart, beats for their charge too.
They'll go to any lengths, to keep them safe,
A vow they've taken, with courage and faith.
So honor the bodyguard, with gratitude and awe,
For they're the ones who stand, when danger may draw.
A protector, a defender, through thick and thin,
A bodyguard's pledge, a hero within.
Prompt: In the heart of nature's beauty bright,
A yurt stands tall, a wondrous sight,
A circular home, with canvas walls,
Where nature's sounds are nature's calls.
A cozy fire in the center burns,
As the family gathers for their turns,
Sharing stories, laughter, and love,
In this peaceful haven, like a dove.
The gentle breeze sings through the yurt,
As the day draws to a close, and the night takes birth,
The stars twinkle above, the moon shines bright,
And the yurt becomes a beacon of light.
Living in a yurt is a simple life,
Free from stress, free from strife,
Where the beauty of nature's charm,
Keeps the heart and soul from harm.
So come and live in a yurt so fair,
Embrace the peace and joy in the air,
For in this home, you'll find a new start,
And the simplicity of life will fill your heart.
Prompt: On the road with no real end,
A highway vagabond, my only friend.
Miles and miles of open land,
My soul yearning for a place to stand.
The wind in my hair, the sun on my skin,
Living a life free of any sin.
The journey is long, the path unclear,
But my spirit is wild, my heart sincere.
From town to town, I roam and explore,
Hoping to find what I'm looking for.
The world is vast, and I am small,
But I'll keep moving, standing tall.
For I am a highway vagabond,
A wanderer, a nomad, and beyond.
My destiny is written in the wind,
And I'll keep chasing it until the end.
Prompt: The ocean roars with mighty waves,
Its endless depths a watery grave.
A force to be reckoned with, no doubt,
A power that can bring both life and drought.
But beneath its surface, there's a pain,
A lament that echoes like a mournful refrain.
For the ocean, too, can feel the hurt,
As pollution and destruction make it desert.
Oh, how the ocean cries and moans,
As it watches its creatures turn to bones.
It pleads for help, for change to come,
Before all its beauty is left undone.
So let us hear the ocean's lament,
And work together to make a dent.
For only then can we hope to save,
The mighty ocean's eternal wave.
Prompt: With flickering glow and dancing light,
The burning flame ignites the night,
Its warmth and radiance in our sight,
A beacon of hope, shining bright.
It dances freely, uncontrolled,
A symbol of passion, fierce and bold,
Its energy captivating, behold,
A fiery spirit that cannot be told.
Oh, burning flame, you inspire,
With your unwavering, intense fire,
You give us courage to reach higher,
And chase our dreams, with fierce desire.
Prompt: Fading memories, slipping away,
Moments once cherished, now in disarray,
Images blurred, colors turned gray,
The past we shared, now beginning to fray.
Laughter and joy, now distant echoes,
Happy times, but now only shadows,
Memories fade, like the evening's glow,
Leaving us with nothing but sorrow.
But even as the memories wane,
Our love remains, forever to sustain,
For the present and future, we will retain,
And make new memories, once again.
Prompt: The sun's embrace, so warm and bright,
Fills the world with golden light.
Its rays reach out, and touch each face,
Bringing joy to every place.
The warmth it gives, a gentle kiss,
Makes the world feel pure bliss.
Its light so pure, it clears the way,
For all our dreams to see the day.
The sun's embrace, a gift so fine,
It brings us hope, it makes us shine.
It lifts us up, and holds us tight,
And fills our hearts with endless light.
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.
