Prompt: A ring so radiant, a symbol of love,
A treasure cherished, like a treasure trove.
A promise made, a bond so true,
Sealed with a ring, shiny and new.
A sparkling gem, with a diamond's gleam,
A token of devotion, a lover's dream.
A circle of eternity, never-ending,
A love that's pure, forever blending.
On bended knee, a question asked,
A moment of joy, a love unmasked.
A "yes" that brings a joyful tear,
A future bright, without a fear.
The engagement ring, a precious token,
A love story, forever unspoken.
A symbol of commitment, so pure,
A love that's timeless, strong, and sure.
Prompt: The land once proud, now shrouded in gloom,
A nation torn apart, its people consumed.
The Doom of Ukraine, a tragic tale,
Of conflict, strife, and a nation's wail.
Rich in history, with culture so grand,
Her beauty and grace known throughout the land.
But greed and power brought forth the storm,
Leaving scars, a nation forlorn.
From Kiev's streets to Donetsk's plains,
The echoes of war, like haunting refrains.
Families torn apart, lives forever changed,
Innocent blood spilled, a nation estranged.
Yet hope remains, a flickering light,
Amidst the darkness, a will to fight.
For freedom and peace, they strive anew,
To heal the wounds, and start anew.
The Doom of Ukraine, a tragic tale,
Of resilience, courage, and a nation's sail.
May brighter days come, and peace be found,
In the hearts of Ukrainians, forever profound.
Prompt: Clint Eastwood, a legend of the screen,
A rugged cowboy, tough and mean.
With squinted eyes and a stoic face,
A man of few words, but full of grace.
A gun-slinging hero, with nerves of steel,
A silent force, with an iron will.
Facing danger with a steely gaze,
A legendary figure, in Western days.
From "Dirty Harry" to "The Man with No Name",
Clint Eastwood, a Hollywood flame.
Directing, producing, acting with might,
A multi-talented force, a beacon of light.
An icon of cinema, a timeless star,
With a career spanning, near and far.
A legend in his own right, a true icon,
Clint Eastwood, a living legend, second to none.
Prompt: The Night Nurse, a beacon of care,
In the darkness of night, always there.
With gentle hands and a comforting smile,
Bringing solace, mile after mile.
In the quiet hours, when all is still,
The Night Nurse tends, with unwavering skill.
Attending to patients, with a heart so kind,
A guiding light, for those in bind.
With watchful eyes and a soothing touch,
The Night Nurse tends, with love so much.
A healer in the night, a comforting guide,
A source of comfort, that cannot hide.
With tireless dedication, and a calming voice,
The Night Nurse tends, without any noise.
A guardian of health, in the shadows deep,
A beacon of hope, for those who weep.
So, rest assured, when night is dark,
The Night Nurse shines, a compassionate spark.
Bringing care and comfort, through the night,
A healthcare hero, with a heart so bright.
Prompt: In the Colorado mountains, rocky and steep,
Lives a creature that causes hikers to weep.
With a massive frame and a fearsome mien,
The Slide-Rock Bolter, a sight seldom seen.
Its massive jaws and its mighty claws,
Are built for sliding, without a pause.
With a rumble and a roar, it descends from the height,
To capture its prey in a daring midnight flight.
With a fearsome appetite and a hunger so dire,
The Slide-Rock Bolter leaves trails of muck and mire.
It slides down the slopes with a thunderous crash,
Its prey caught off-guard, unable to dash.
But fear not, dear hiker, for this tale is tall,
For the Slide-Rock Bolter is not a real thrall.
It's just a legend, a folklore delight,
A creature of myth in Colorado's height.
So, as you hike through the mountains grand,
Enjoy the beauty of the rugged land.
And remember the legend of the Slide-Rock Bolter,
A mythical creature, a fearsome jolter.
Prompt: In Georgia's waters, a legend resides,
A creature with a tale that still divides.
Altamaha-ha, a river monster rare,
With long neck and humps that rise in the air.
Its serpentine form glides through the stream,
A cryptid mystery, or so it would seem.
With eyes that gleam and scales that glisten,
Altamaha-ha's presence, a local tradition.
Some say it's a myth, a legend of lore,
A creature of legend, forevermore.
But sightings persist, through the years,
Of Altamaha-ha, despite doubts and fears.
Is it a sturgeon, or a misperception?
Or a mysterious creature, defying perception?
The Georgia Altamaha-ha, a mystery so grand,
A legend that lingers, throughout the land.
So keep an eye out, if you venture near,
The Altamaha River, so swift and clear.
For you may catch a glimpse, of a wondrous sight,
The Altamaha-ha, a cryptid's delight.
Prompt: Deep in Idaho's lakes, a legend is told,
Of a creature mysterious, yet bold.
With dark scales and eyes that gleam,
The Sharlie, a cryptid of elusive esteem.
Said to lurk in the depths, hidden from sight,
Emerging rarely, in the darkness of night.
With a long neck and a sinuous form,
The Sharlie's presence, a cryptid's norm.
Some say it's a sturgeon, others not so sure,
A relic of the past, with an ancient allure.
Or perhaps a hoax, a clever ruse,
The Sharlie's mystery, one that bemuse.
But tales persist, of sightings rare,
Of a creature that's elusive, beyond compare.
The Idaho Sharlie, a legend so grand,
A mystery that captivates the land.
So keep an eye out, as you traverse the lakes,
For a glimpse of a creature, that keeps us awake.
The Sharlie's legend, a mystery profound,
A cryptid's enigma, waiting to be found.
Prompt: In Iowa's town of Van Meter, a legend is told,
Of a monstrous creature, with eyes that glowed gold.
With wings and a horn, like a beast from a dream,
The Van Meter Monster, a cryptid of extreme.
Said to terrorize the town, with its eerie presence,
Flying through the night, defying all sense.
With a blinding light, that struck fear in hearts,
The Van Meter Monster, a creature that imparts.
Some say it's a hoax, a tall tale to believe,
A product of fear, meant to deceive.
Or perhaps a creature, from a distant lore,
The Van Meter Monster, a cryptid to explore.
But legends persist, of the creature's flight,
A mystery that captivates, both day and night.
The Van Meter Monster, a legend so grand,
A cryptid enigma, throughout the land.
So keep an eye out, as you wander by,
In Van Meter town, under the dark sky.
For you may witness, a rare sight to see,
The Van Meter Monster, a cryptid mystery.
Prompt: In Louisiana, where bayous creep,
A legend lurks, both scary and deep.
The Rougarou, a creature of the night,
A fearsome beast with a howl of fright.
Its form is twisted, a monstrous sight,
With fur and fangs that gleam in moonlight.
Half-man, half-wolf, with eyes aglow,
The Rougarou roams where the swamps do flow.
Beware the bayous, the marshy land,
For the Rougarou's hunger is never planned.
It preys on those who dare to stray,
A cautionary tale that won't fade away.
So heed the warnings, and stay in fear,
For the Louisiana Rougarou's near.
In the dark of night, its presence may loom,
A legend that shrouds the Louisiana gloom.
Prompt: On the Chesapeake Bay, a legend floats,
Of a creature that's seen by boaters in boats.
The Maryland Chessie, a waterborne lore,
A sea serpent rumored to swim off the shore.
With a long neck and a scaly back,
Its sightings leave sailors in awe and slack.
Its eyes that glisten, its serpentine form,
The Maryland Chessie, a mythical norm.
Some say it's just a trick of the light,
A floating log, or a bird in flight.
But those who've glimpsed its elusive grace,
Believe it's real, a creature of the place.
So as you sail the Chesapeake Bay,
Keep an eye out for Chessie, they say.
A legendary cryptid, a local mystery,
The Maryland Chessie, a tale of maritime history.
Prompt: In Mississippi's Pascagoula, a story is told,
Of a close encounter, both shocking and bold.
Two fishermen by the river's shore,
Claimed to have seen something never seen before.
Alien beings, with metallic skin,
Emerging from a craft, a sight akin
To science fiction, but all too real,
A moment that gave them an otherworldly feel.
The Pascagoula River Aliens, a tale so strange,
A sighting that caused a wide-ranging change.
Their story spread, like wildfire ablaze,
A mystery that continues to amaze.
Were they visitors from another star?
Or a figment of imagination, bizarre?
The Pascagoula River Aliens, a legend set,
A close encounter, they'll never forget.
Prompt: In the heart of New Hampshire's wilds,
Lurk creatures feared by both kids and child's.
Wood Devils with eyes that gleam,
Stealthy hunters, a fearsome team.
With fur as dark as midnight's hue,
And teeth sharp as a knife that's new,
They prowl the forest, swift and sly,
Under the moonlit, starry sky.
Their howls echo through the pines,
Sending shivers down spines,
Their footprints leave no trace behind,
Mysterious beasts, elusive and unkind.
But beware, ye who enter their domain,
For the New Hampshire Wood Devils reign,
In the depths of the woods, their kingdom's grand,
Where only the brave dare to stand.
Prompt: In Rhode Island, a tale is told,
Of Mercy Brown, with hair of gold.
A young girl, fair and full of grace,
Her story lingers, a haunting trace.
A fever struck, a sickness dire,
Consuming life with relentless fire.
Her family wept, they tried in vain,
To save dear Mercy from the pain.
But as she faded, pale and weak,
Whispers spread, of something bleak.
A suspicion grew, a fearful thought,
Of Mercy's soul, with evil caught.
They exhumed her body from the grave,
Her heart they sought, a life to save.
But what they found, it chilled their bone,
For Mercy's heart, it hadn't turned to stone.
They burned her heart, to ash and dust,
A desperate act, born of mistrust.
Yet Mercy's name, it lives today,
A legend of Rhode Island's dark display.
Was she a vampire, or just a girl,
Lost to illness in a tragic whirl?
Her story echoes, a tale of dread,
The Rhode Island vampire, whose name is said.
Prompt: In the Lone Star State, a legend is known,
Of a creature that strikes fear, when it's shown.
The Chupacabra, a beast of the night,
With a thirst for blood and a fearsome bite.
Its body, hairless, and eyes that glow,
A creature that's cunning, with a deadly show.
It preys on livestock, with a savage attack,
Leaving a trail of mystery, in its track.
Some say it's an alien, or a hybrid beast,
A creature that's feared, and not to be ceased.
Its legend grows, with each sighting claimed,
The Chupacabra, a creature unnamed.
So if you venture to the Texas lands,
Keep an eye out, and heed the warnings and demands.
For the Chupacabra, a legend so grand,
A creature of mystery, in Texas' vast spanned.
Prompt: A monster once fair, with locks of gold,
Her beauty's fame, a story of old.
Medusa was her dreaded name,
A Gorgon cursed with eyes of flame.
One look, one glance, and all would freeze,
Turned to stone, like ancient decrees.
Her visage feared, her stare so dire,
Beware her gaze, a deadly pyre.
Her serpent hair, a twisted braid,
A snaky nest, in shadows laid.
Her monstrous form, a fearsome sight,
A creature born of darkest night.
But fate would change, a hero bold,
With sword in hand, and heart so bold.
Perseus came, with cunning plan,
To face Medusa, woman-turned-bane.
With polished shield, he caught her eye,
Averted gaze, as swift as a sigh.
He struck with force, a mortal blow,
And Medusa's fate was sealed, just so.
Her severed head, a trophy won,
Her curse undone, her story spun.
A warning tale, of hubris and pride,
A beauty lost, a fate unwise.
So let us heed, the tale of dread,
Of Medusa's gaze, and the heroes led.
For beauty fades, but wisdom prevails,
A lesson learned, in ancient tales.
Prompt: Deep in a labyrinth's twisting maze,
A monster lurks, with fearsome gaze.
Half man, half bull, a dreadful sight,
The Minotaur, a creature of fright.
Cursed by the gods, a tragic fate,
A beastly form, with hunger innate.
Feared by all, both far and near,
With roars that echoed, loud and clear.
Lost souls would wander, doomed to fall,
In the Minotaur's dreaded thrall.
Till Theseus, brave and true,
Dared to face the monster, through and through.
With sword in hand and heart of steel,
He ventured forth with nerves of zeal.
Through the labyrinth's winding way,
He tracked the Minotaur, day by day.
At last, they met, in battle fierce,
A clash of strength, a struggle fierce.
With cunning skill and courage bright,
Theseus conquered, in the fight.
The Minotaur fell, his fate now sealed,
The labyrinth's secrets finally revealed.
A tale of myth and ancient lore,
Of a fearsome beast, and a hero's score.
So let us remember, with respect and awe,
The legend of the Minotaur's fierce maw.
A cautionary tale, of anger and pride,
And how a hero's valor can turn the tide.
Prompt: The Black Shuck
In the shadows, a hound does roam,
With eyes that gleam, like embers of home.
A phantom beast, a creature of night,
The Black Shuck, a fearsome sight.
With fur as dark as midnight's shroud,
And eyes that pierce through every cloud,
It howls with a mournful cry,
A spectral presence, passing by.
Its paws leave no trace upon the ground,
As it roams through moor and marshy mound.
A harbinger of doom, some say,
A spectral omen, come what may.
Its eyes burn bright with an eerie light,
A ghostly guardian of the night.
With fangs that gleam, like daggers sharp,
It haunts the land, a creature dark.
Beware the Black Shuck's haunting wail,
Its phantom form, a spectral tale.
For those who see it, meet their fate,
A chilling encounter, they can't abate.
So tread with caution, in the dark,
Beware the Black Shuck's spectral mark.
A creature of mystery, a legend told,
The Black Shuck, a tale so bold.
Prompt: The Golem
A creature made of earth and clay,
Brought to life in a mystical way.
A protector, a guardian strong,
The Golem, with a purpose to belong.
Crafted by hands, with ancient art,
A being of power, right from the start.
Its form takes shape, with purpose clear,
A sentinel to hold what's dear.
With eyes that gleam, with soul of stone,
It walks the land, a creature unknown.
Its steps are heavy, its movements slow,
Yet strength and fortitude clearly show.
A defender of the oppressed and weak,
With a heart of gold, a spirit meek.
It heeds the call of those in need,
A mighty force, fueled by its creed.
But heed its master, for it obeys,
A creature bound, in mysterious ways.
With words of command, it's brought to life,
To serve with loyalty, through peace and strife.
So respect the Golem, a force of might,
A creature born from darkness and light.
A guardian true, a stalwart friend,
The Golem's legacy, a tale to transcend.
Prompt: The Kappa In the rivers and lakes of old Japan,
Lurks a creature, both beast and man.
With scaly skin, and a shell on its back,
The Kappa, a legendary, aquatic attack.
Its head is large, with beady eyes,
A sharp beak, and a cunning guise.
Its limbs are strong, with webbed fingers,
A creature of the water, a formidable stinger.
The Kappa's tricks, they are well known,
From pulling pranks to claiming a bone.
It loves to wrestle, and play with might,
A mischievous spirit, both day and night.
But beware its hunger, for human flesh,
The Kappa's hunger, it will not refresh.
Its appetite, voracious and keen,
A creature of danger, a force to be seen.
So be cautious near the water's edge,
For the Kappa's antics, may cause a wedge.
Respect its power, and show due care,
The Kappa's legend, a tale so rare.
Prompt: A Hobo wanders, without a care,
Traveling light, with a heart so rare,
His tattered clothes and worn-out shoes,
Tell a tale of a life he did not choose.
He rides the rails, on a boxcar's back,
Through the valleys and down the track,
With a bindle and a hat for shade,
He seeks adventure, a life self-made.
He meets strangers, along the way,
Sharing stories, night and day,
Under the stars, by a campfire's light,
He finds comfort, in the darkest night.
Through cities and towns, he roams alone,
His spirit free, like a rolling stone,
With dreams and hopes, as his guide,
He faces life's challenges, with stride.
Though he's labeled a wanderer, a drifter, too,
He knows the world, in a way that's true,
For he's learned the value of simple things,
The joy that solitude and freedom brings.
So, raise a toast, to The Hobo's life,
A traveler, a dreamer, without strife,
A vagabond, with stories to tell,
A soul who's embraced the road so well.
Prompt: With frothy foam and a skilled hand,
The barista's talent was in demand.
A canvas of steamed milk, oh so fine,
The latte artist's work, a taste divine.
From heart-shaped swirls to leafy ferns,
Each creation, a masterpiece that yearns
To be admired, before it's sipped,
A moment's artistry, carefully whipped.
With steaming cup, a canvas made,
The latte artist's skill displayed.
A fleeting beauty, a fleeting taste,
A moment's joy, not one to waste.
So sip and savor, with delight,
The latte artist's fleeting sight.
A work of art, a fleeting pleasure,
A coffee treat, to be savored without measure.
Prompt: In slumber's grasp, I fell so deep,
Where dreams and reality entwine,
A world so strange, a secret keep,
A realm that's neither yours nor mine.
I saw a dream, so vivid, bright,
A fleeting vision, fleet and fast,
But when I woke, with morning's light,
It slipped away, a memory lost.
I reached out to grasp it tight,
To hold it close, to make it stay,
But it slipped through my fingers light,
A phantom, vanishing away.
And then I woke, with a start,
To find myself in waking's gleam,
And wondered, with a heavy heart,
Was it reality or just a dream?
A dream within a dream, it seems,
A fleeting moment, passing by,
A whisper in the realm of dreams,
A treasure lost, a wistful sigh.
So, hold your dreams, both big and small,
Embrace them tight, don't let them go,
For they may fade, like shadows fall,
A dream within a dream, you'll know.
Let them linger, let them gleam,
And cherish every fleeting scene,
For dreams within dreams hold mystery,
A realm of wonder, a glimpse of glee.
Prompt: Hera, queen of gods so fair,
With regal grace and majestic air,
On Olympus, her throne she keeps,
Watching over all with eyes that peep.
As wife of Zeus, the king of skies,
Her jealousy oft sparks and flies,
For mortal loves that he pursues,
Her wrath unleashed, like stormy cues.
Yet, Hera's power is not just scorn,
But also the symbol of motherly care born,
Goddess of marriage, family, and birth,
She holds a sacred place on Earth.
Her peacock throne, a symbol bright,
Of her beauty, wisdom, and royal might,
Her eyes survey with watchful gaze,
Her domain, the skies, and earthly maze.
Oh, Hera, queen of gods and skies,
With wisdom deep and watchful eyes,
We honor you with reverence true,
And seek your blessings, ever anew.
Prompt: Nereus, god of the fathomless sea,
A shape-shifter, elusive and free.
Mysterious and ancient, wise and old,
With powers of transformation untold.
From gentle waves to raging storms,
Nereus changes in many forms.
From dolphin sleek to towering whale,
He shifts and morphs without fail.
A prophet, seer, and oracle too,
Nereus knows the ocean's every clue.
His wisdom vast, his knowledge deep,
He guards the secrets that the seas keep.
Yet, Nereus' true form remains unseen,
A mystery that's forever keen.
A god of the depths, a watery enigma,
With tales and legends that forever linger.
So heed the tales of Nereus' lore,
A god of change along the shore.
A shape-shifter of the ocean's might,
Guarding its mysteries day and night.
Prompt: Tyche, goddess of fortune's hand,
With capricious whims at your command,
A mistress of luck, both fickle and fair,
Bestowing favor with a playful air.
With golden wings and knowing smile,
You spin the wheel, in your own style,
A deity of chance, a goddess of fate,
Showering blessings, or sealing one's state.
Some find riches in your embrace,
Their lives adorned with opulent grace,
While others face trials and tests,
In life's uncertainties, they're put to the test.
Tyche, goddess of fortune's grace,
Your favor shines on every place,
From humble homes to regal halls,
You sprinkle luck, as fate befalls.
Your whimsical ways can bring delight,
Or cast a shadow, dark as night,
A reminder that life's paths are unknown,
And luck's capriciousness is widely shown.
Yet in your presence, hope springs anew,
For fate's uncertainty is part of the view,
Tyche, goddess of fortune's sway,
We honor you, in every way.
Prompt: A floppy-eared pup, with eyes so bright,
A wagging tail, a coat so light,
A bundle of joy, with boundless grace,
A beagle puppy, exploring the place.
With a curious nose, and a playful heart,
A love for adventure, right from the start,
He scampers around, with a wag and a woof,
Discovering the world, with boundless goof.
In the garden, he sniffs and digs,
Chasing butterflies, and rolling in twigs,
With a joyful bounce, and a wagging tail,
His puppy antics, never fail.
He's a loyal friend, with a heart so pure,
Bringing laughter, that's for sure,
A source of endless love and cheer,
A beagle puppy, oh so dear.
He steals your socks, and chews on shoes,
But with those puppy eyes, you can't refuse,
His playful antics, a daily delight,
As he grows and learns, day and night.
A companion for life, a furry treasure,
Bringing joy beyond measure,
A beagle puppy, a bundle of love,
Sent from above, by the stars above.
Prompt: Grandma's old rolling pin, worn and smooth,
A treasure of memories, a symbol of truth.
In her kitchen, it stood tall and proud,
Creating wonders, making hearts feel wowed.
With gentle hands, she'd roll the dough,
Kneading and shaping, just right, you know.
Her skilled fingers worked with grace,
Adding love to every dish she'd embrace.
Pies, cookies, and biscuits divine,
Baked with warmth, a taste so fine.
Grandma's rolling pin, a kitchen heirloom,
Holding secrets, from her to us, they loom.
Through the generations, it has passed,
A legacy of love that will forever last.
A simple tool, but full of stories and lore,
Grandma's old rolling pin, a treasure to adore.
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.
