Prompt: In Deuteronomy, a call so clear,
To choose God's way, without fear.
Chapter thirty, a message bright,
To follow Him, in truth and light.
Though trials may come, and paths may bend,
God's love and grace will never end.
He offers life, and blessings pure,
For those who choose to endure.
The choice is set before each heart,
To turn to God, and never depart.
To love Him wholly, and obey,
And walk with Him, each passing day.
For His commands are not too far,
Nor hidden from us, like a distant star.
But they are near, in our very mouth,
To guide us in the North or South.
So let us choose, with resolute will,
To follow God's ways, and trust His skill.
In Deut, Chapter Thirty's plea,
To choose life, and be forever free.
Prompt: In Judges Chapter 3, a prophecy told,
God's people faced enemies bold.
They strayed again, their faith turned cold,
But God's deliverance, He would unfold.
He raised up judges, with strength and skill,
To lead His people, with His will.
From Othniel to Ehud's daring thrill,
God's plan unfurled, despite the ill.
Deborah and Barak, a victory won,
Gideon's fleece, a sign begun,
Samson's might, a battle done,
God's deliverance, second to none.
In Judges Chapter 3, a story true,
God's faithfulness, ever anew.
He rescues those who turn and rue,
His promises, forever come through.
So let us trust in God's mighty hand,
As we face challenges, we'll understand,
His deliverance, He'll surely command,
In Judges Chapter 3, His plan is grand.
Prompt: In Bethlehem, a story told,
Of Ruth and Boaz, faithful and bold,
Their love, a union, pure and true,
A tale of grace, a love that grew.
Boaz, a kinsman-redeemer wise,
Redeemed the land and won the prize,
He married Ruth with joy and pride,
Their bond, a treasure to abide.
Naomi, Ruth's mother-in-law,
Rejoiced with wonder, awe, and awe,
Her bitter days, turned sweet anew,
As Ruth found love, her heart renewed.
A son was born to Ruth and Boaz,
A gift of God, a joyful cause,
Redemption's joy, a story told,
In Ruth Chapter 4, a tale of old.
Prompt: At the edge of infinity, a mystery lies,
A cosmic canvas, painted with celestial dyes.
Stars that twinkle, with ancient light,
A cosmic dance, a mesmerizing sight.
Galaxies in clusters, vast and grand,
Stretching into space, beyond our land.
Nebulas swirling, with colors bright,
A cosmic ballet, in the realm of night.
Planets orbiting, in cosmic ballet,
Infinite worlds, in a cosmic array.
With moons that shimmer, and rings that gleam,
A celestial spectacle, a cosmic dream.
Black holes lurking, with gravity's pull,
A cosmic enigma, that leaves us full.
With mysteries unsolved, and questions deep,
The edge of infinity, a treasure to keep.
Explorers and dreamers, gaze with wonder,
At the edge of infinity, a cosmic thunder.
Infinite possibilities, yet to be known,
A cosmic playground, all on its own.
At the edge of infinity, we glimpse the sublime,
A cosmic marvel, that transcends time.
A reminder of our place, in the grand design,
At the edge of infinity, a cosmic shrine.
Prompt: Shattered shards upon the floor,
A heart once whole, now bruised and sore.
A love once strong, now torn apart,
Leaving scars upon the heart.
Fragments scattered, far and wide,
Once cherished moments, now denied.
The cracks reveal a painful tale,
Of promises that did derail.
But from the ruins, hope can rise,
As healing mends and faith defies.
With time and grace, new strength increases,
Rebuilding from the broken pieces.
Prompt: In the garden, red and bold,
A scarlet rose, a story told.
Its petals, crimson, soft and fine,
A symbol of love, a precious sign.
With thorns that guard its beauty rare,
A reminder that love's not always fair.
Its fragrance sweet, a heady scent,
A treasure found, a heart's lament.
Its color vivid, passion's flame,
A symbol of desire, a burning claim.
But hidden deep within its hue,
A tale of love, both old and new.
For though it blooms in crimson bright,
It holds secrets, dark as night.
A scarlet rose, a mystery profound,
A symbol of love, both lost and found.
Prompt: Softly whispered lullabies,
Soothing melodies that mesmerize.
Gently sung in hushed embrace,
Guiding little ones to a peaceful place.
A mother's voice, so sweet and mild,
Calming worries of the wide world wild.
With gentle words and tender touch,
Lulling to sleep with a love so much.
Whispers weave a spell of rest,
As tiny eyelids close, feeling blessed.
Dreams take flight on angel's wings,
As whispered lullabies softly sing.
A treasure cherished, a timeless art,
A mother's love, a precious heart.
Whispered lullabies, a timeless embrace,
Filling hearts with warmth and grace.
Prompt: Lost in Wanderlust, I roam so free,
Through mountains, forests, by the sea.
Adventure calls, a tempting lure,
With every step, my soul feels pure.
I chase the sun, I chase the stars,
I wander wide and travel far.
In new lands, I find my bliss,
Discovering worlds with every kiss.
From city streets to desert sands,
I explore with open hands.
Lost in Wanderlust, I find my way,
Unfolding stories day by day.
My heart is wild, my spirit bold,
As I chase the tales untold.
In each new place, a treasure found,
In every moment, joy profound.
Lost in Wanderlust, a beautiful quest,
To seek the unknown, and be truly blessed.
With curiosity as my guide,
I journey on with open eyes wide.
For life's too short, and world too grand,
To stay confined to just one land.
So, I wander on, without a care,
Lost in Wanderlust, forever rare.
Prompt: Sittin' on the dock, so calm and still,
With the setting sun, a fiery thrill.
The water's lullaby, a gentle song,
As I reflect, and ponder long.
The waves dance softly, a soothing rhyme,
As I let go of worries, one by one, in time.
The sky painted with hues of gold and red,
A moment of peace, where worries are shed.
Sittin' on the dock, in quiet solitude,
Feeling gratitude for nature's endless mood.
A moment of stillness, a pause from the race,
A chance to find solace in this tranquil place.
The world fades away, as I sit and reflect,
In nature's embrace, I find perfect respect.
Sittin' on the dock, a moment so sweet,
A symphony of serenity, a blissful retreat.
Prompt: Beneath the sun's warm golden rays,
The ocean sparkles, a mesmerizing haze.
With graceful movements, the waves advance,
In a rhythmic dance, a timeless trance.
They sway and twirl, in perfect harmony,
A waltz of water, so full of mystery.
They rise and fall, in a graceful flow,
A symphony of motion, a mesmerizing show.
They crash on shore with a thunderous sound,
Then retreat again, in a dance profound.
Their foamy froth, a playful delight,
As they waltz and sway, in the glowing light.
With every step, they leave their mark,
A fleeting moment, both wild and stark.
Wave dancing, a masterpiece divine,
A natural wonder, a dance so fine.
Prompt: In a meadow bathed in golden light,
Where flowers bloom with colors bright,
They sway and twirl with graceful ease,
Nature's beauty, a waltz of flowers in the breeze.
Petals of red, yellow, pink, and blue,
Each one unique in shape and hue,
Their fragrant scent fills the air,
A symphony of colors, beyond compare.
Dancing gently in the morning light,
Their movements soft, a mesmerizing sight,
As the breeze whispers secrets sweet,
They sway and bow in a graceful feat.
Like ballerinas on a floral stage,
They pirouette and twirl with grace,
Their stems like slender arms outstretched,
A ballet of flowers, a sight to be fetched.
Their delicate petals catch the sun's warm kiss,
Glowing with radiance, pure and bliss,
Their petals flutter, as if in a trance,
A floral ballet, a nature's dance.
Oh, how they sway and pirouette,
A ballet that nature will never forget,
Their dance a celebration of life's sweet song,
As they dance along, all day long.
So let us join this floral ballet,
And dance with flowers in a joyful way,
Prompt: In the stillness of the night,
Beneath the moon's soft gentle light,
A dreamer sits in quiet contemplation,
Lost in thoughts, a world of imagination.
Reflecting on the dreams once dreamed,
Of adventures wild and fantasies deemed,
A lifetime of hopes, desires, and schemes,
All woven together in dazzling themes.
A dreamer's heart beats with passion's fire,
A soul that yearns to reach higher,
To chase the stars and touch the sky,
To paint the world with dreams so spry.
In the depths of the dreamer's mind,
A treasure trove of visions find,
Of far-off lands and wondrous sights,
Of soaring heights and dazzling lights.
Yet, dreams can be elusive, fleeting,
Like wisps of mist, ever-changing, repeating,
Sometimes just a glimpse of what could be,
A fleeting moment of pure reverie.
But the dreamer's spirit remains undeterred,
For a dreamer's heart cannot be curbed,
They chase their dreams with unwavering might,
Guided by their inner light.
Reflections of a dreamer's past,
A tapestry of memories amassed,
Of victories won and failures faced,
Prompt: In the beginning, just a glance,
A fleeting moment, a stolen chance,
Two hearts met, a spark ignited,
A love story, yet unscripted.
With shy smiles and blushing cheeks,
They danced the dance that passion seeks,
Whispers shared, secrets unveiled,
Love's enchantment never failed.
Days turned to weeks, weeks to years,
Through laughter, joy, and tears,
Their love grew stronger, deep and true,
A story written in hues of blue.
Together they weathered storms and strife,
Holding on to love with all their life,
Embracing each chapter, page by page,
Creating a tale for every age.
Through trials and tribulations faced,
They found solace in love's warm embrace,
For in each other, they found their home,
A love that was meant to truly roam.
Now as they stand, side by side,
Hand in hand, with hearts open wide,
They marvel at love's wondrous glory,
The unfolding of their own love story.
A tale of love that's ever evolving,
A bond that's deep and always revolving,
A story that's written in their hearts,
A love that never truly departs.
Prompt: Lost in the Stars, a tale of wonder,
A journey bound by lightning and thunder,
Through galaxies vast, uncharted and bright,
Where mysteries dwell in celestial light.
A lone explorer, seeking his way,
Guided by constellations at play,
In search of answers, he roams afar,
Lost in the stars, beyond planet and star.
Through cosmic dust, he ventures on,
Past swirling nebulas, a cosmic con,
The universe unfolds in splendorous display,
Yet he's but a speck, on this cosmic highway.
Lost in the stars, he finds his place,
Amidst the wonders of infinite space,
A tiny fragment in the cosmic grand,
A part of something he can't understand.
Lost in the stars, he's humbled and awed,
By the vastness of creation, a divine facade,
And as he gazes at the celestial glow,
He realizes he's never truly alone below.
For in the stars, he finds his reflection,
A reminder of his earthly connection,
Lost in the stars, yet grounded in heart,
He's part of the cosmos, a celestial art.
Prompt: Journey to the Heart's Oasis, a quest divine,
Across deserts of longing, under a blazing shine,
Through trials and tribulations, a perilous way,
To find the oasis where love holds sway.
With faith as his compass, he sets forth,
On a path of passion, a treasure trove of worth,
Through scorching sands of doubt and fear,
He perseveres, for love is near.
He braves the storms of doubt and despair,
With hope as his guide, he's determined to dare,
To quench his soul's thirst, to find his delight,
In the heart's oasis, a sanctuary of light.
He journeys on, with love in his sight,
His heart beats faster, with each step of the fight,
And as he reaches the oasis, he's overcome,
By the beauty of love, a treasure to become.
In the heart's oasis, he finds pure bliss,
A refuge of love, a haven of pure kiss,
Where dreams come alive, and hearts entwine,
In a journey to the heart's oasis, a love so divine.
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Prompt: The Card Shark, with skill so sly,
A master of deception, oh so spry,
With a deck of cards, and a keen eye,
He plays the game, with a confident sigh.
His hands move swiftly, with practiced grace,
Shuffling, dealing, at a breakneck pace,
Aces up his sleeve, and a winning smile,
He'll take your bets, and play you for a while.
He reads your tells, with a keen perception,
Calculates the odds, with precise conception,
Bluffing, betting, with a poker face,
The Card Shark's game, a thrilling chase.
But beware, for he's a cunning foe,
A master manipulator, don't you know,
He'll lure you in, with his charming ways,
Then leave you empty-handed, in a daze.
The Card Shark, a legend at the table,
A gambler's nightmare, a risky fable,
A cunning player, with tricks up his sleeve,
Beware the Card Shark, if you dare to deceive.
Prompt: The old flip phone, a relic of the past,
A simple device that memories hold fast.
With buttons to press and a satisfying click,
A nostalgic charm that makes us tick.
No touchscreens, no apps to download,
Just calls and texts, a communication mode.
T9 texting, a skill to hone,
Pressing keys multiple times to send a message known.
No social media or constant distraction,
Just pure conversation, a human interaction.
No endless scrolling or digital noise,
Just the simple pleasure of hearing a loved one's voice.
The old flip phone, a symbol of simpler days,
When life moved slower in so many ways.
A reminder of times when connections were real,
When conversations were heartfelt and genuine to feel.
Though technology advances at a rapid pace,
The old flip phone, with its timeless grace,
Reminds us to cherish the moments that were,
And appreciate the simplicity of communication pure.
Prompt: Tumbleweeds roll, across the plain,
Like nature's tumble and wild refrain,
They travel far, with no fixed course,
A symbol of freedom, an untamed force.
They dance and twirl, in the dusty air,
A desert ballet, beyond compare,
They roam the land, with whimsical grace,
Leaving trails of mystery in their trace.
They're nature's nomads, untethered and free,
A wandering wonder, for all to see,
A symbol of resilience, in arid lands,
Tumbleweeds, a symbol that forever stands.
Prompt: A small creek, a babbling brook,
With gentle currents that twist and crook.
A murmuring melody, a soothing sound,
As it winds its way through mossy ground.
Water trickles, sparkles and gleams,
Reflecting sunlight's golden beams.
A haven for creatures, big and small,
A precious source of life for all.
Sheltering trees, a canopy green,
Embracing the creek with leaves so serene.
A sanctuary for fish and fowl,
A peaceful retreat, a nature's prowl.
The small creek sings its gentle song,
As it meanders, flowing along.
A symbol of nature's gentle grace,
A treasure in this bustling place.
Prompt: Deep in Arizona's Mogollon range,
A creature roams, mysterious and strange,
With shaggy fur and eyes that gleam,
A legendary beast, or so they deem.
The Mogollon Monster, a mythic lore,
A creature feared, yet sought for more,
Its growls and howls echo through the night,
Sending shivers down spines with fright.
Is it a bear or man, none can say,
As it vanishes into the woods, a shadow at bay,
Leaving only tracks, elusive and wide,
A legend alive, with secrets to hide.
So hikers beware, as you tread the trail,
In Arizona's Mogollon, where legends prevail,
For the Mogollon Monster may be near,
A creature of wonder, a myth to revere.
Prompt: In the swamps of Arkansas, by moonlight's glow,
A legend lurks, a fearsome show,
With red eyes glowing in the dark,
The Fouke Monster, a creature stark.
Half-man, half-beast, a fearsome sight,
Its presence sends shudders through the night,
A legend born of local lore,
A mystery that leaves us wanting more.
With tracks and sightings, stories abound,
Of a creature elusive, yet renowned,
In Fouke, Arkansas, it's said to dwell,
A creature of legend, a cryptid's spell.
Its howls and snarls, a bone-chilling sound,
As it moves through the swamps, the murky ground,
Leaving only traces, hints and clues,
A creature of myth, one that bemuses.
So if you venture to Fouke's terrain,
Keep your eyes peeled, in search of the arcane,
For the Fouke Monster, a legend so grand,
A mystery of nature, in Arkansas' land.
Prompt: Deep in the waters of Tahoe's blue,
Lives a creature shrouded in mystery, it's true.
With scales that gleam in the moon's soft light,
Tahoe Tessie emerges, a wondrous sight.
A creature of legend, a lake serpent rare,
With a sinuous body and a majestic air.
Her emerald eyes hold a mystical gaze,
As she glides through the depths with elegant grace.
Some say she's a myth, a tall tale told,
But those who've seen her, they are bold.
Witnessing her beauty, a sight to behold,
As she slinks through Tahoe's waters, silent and bold.
So if you visit California's jewel so bright,
Keep your eyes peeled for a wondrous sight,
For Tahoe Tessie may reveal her form,
A legend of the lake, a creature of charm.
Prompt: In Hawaii's lush forests, a legend is told,
Of tiny creatures, both crafty and bold.
With laughter and mischief, they fill the air,
The Menehune, a mythical and mischievous affair.
They're said to be small, with mystical might,
Expert builders, working through the night.
Crafting homes and bridges with incredible skill,
The Menehune's work, a wonder to fulfill.
They're shy and elusive, rarely seen,
But their presence is felt, where their work has been.
Legend has it, if you're kind and pure,
The Menehune may grant you a blessing, for sure.
They're part of Hawaii's rich folklore,
A cherished tale, forevermore.
The Menehune, a mystery so grand,
A legend that captivates the land.
So as you explore Hawaii's beauty and grace,
Keep an open heart, in every place.
For you may catch a glimpse, of the Menehune's play,
A legendary creature, in Hawaii's mystical array.
Prompt: In Nevada's Tahoe, a legend is told,
Of a creature mysterious, a sight to behold.
Tahoe Tessie, they call her with awe,
A lake monster that leaves them in awe.
With a long neck and a serpent's form,
Tahoe Tessie defies the norm.
Sightings are rare, but stories persist,
Of a creature lurking in the mist.
Is she a myth or a real-life wonder?
A creature lurking, the lake's deep under.
Tales of Tessie, a mystery so grand,
A legend that continues to expand.
In Nevada's Tahoe, the legend thrives,
Of a creature that mesmerizes and survives.
Tahoe Tessie, a cryptid's tale,
A mystery that's sure to prevail.
Prompt: In the murky marshes of New Jersey's night,
Lies a legend that fills all with fright.
A creature with wings and eyes aglow,
The New Jersey Devil, feared by all below.
Its wingspan stretches wide and wide,
Its red eyes gleam with an eerie pride.
With a screech that pierces the dark,
It leaves its mark, a chilling spark.
Legends tell of its fearsome form,
Half-bat, half-beast, in a fearsome swarm.
Its midnight flights, so swift and bold,
Leave witnesses with stories untold.
From Pine Barrens to Jersey shore,
The Devil's myth grows more and more.
Its origins shrouded in mystery,
A cryptid of New Jersey's history.
So if you roam the Garden State,
Beware the Devil's sinister fate.
For in the shadows it may lurk,
A legend that continues to work.
Prompt: In the depths of Oklahoma's lake,
A creature lurks, a fearsome ache.
With tentacles that reach so wide,
The Oklahoma octopus, a legend to abide.
Its suction cups, sharp and strong,
Can pull you down, where you belong.
Its eyes aglow in the murky deep,
A mystery that makes you creep.
Some claim it's just a tall tale,
A myth that's grown, a thrilling sail.
But those who've felt its slimy grip,
Know the Oklahoma octopus, it's no mere slip.
Beware the waters, dark and deep,
Where the octopus may silently creep.
For in Oklahoma, a legend's told,
Of a creature mysterious and bold.
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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