Prompt: Painting of a woman from behind enjoying the view of the sea from her balcony, mediterranean setting, sunrise light, romantic idyllic atmosphere, vibrant colors, cinematic feelings, very detailed, painting, by steve hanks
Prompt: In a kingdom of cards, she reigns supreme,
A regal presence, a majestic dream.
Her crown of hearts, a symbol of might,
Her rule unchallenged, day and night.
The Queen of Hearts, fair and bold,
Her subjects follow, young and old.
Her voice commands, her gaze demands,
Respect and awe from distant lands.
Her heart so pure, her spirit bright,
Her love for all, a guiding light.
With grace and poise, she takes her place,
A ruler loved, in every space.
But beneath her strength, a tender heart,
That beats with love, a work of art.
Her kingdom thrives, her people cheer,
For the Queen of Hearts, they hold so dear.
So, long live the Queen, of royal grace,
Her legacy, a lasting embrace.
Her reign eternal, her legend strong,
The Queen of Hearts, forever long.
Prompt: With sails unfurled, and crew so bold,
Sets sail a ship, weathered and old.
In pursuit of giants, of the sea,
The whaler embarks, on a daring decree.
Through waves and storms, the ship does sail,
In search of creatures, a mighty tale.
With harpoons ready, and eyes keen,
The whaler hunts, the ocean's queen.
A majestic sight, the whale appears,
A behemoth of the sea, that inspires fears.
The whaler strikes, with skillful aim,
A harpoon flies, with a thunderous claim.
The battle ensues, a fierce contest,
The whale fights back, with all its best.
With strength and grace, it breaches high,
A majestic dance, beneath the sky.
The whaler's crew, with hearts afire,
They pull the ropes, with sweat and tire.
A test of strength, a dangerous game,
As they capture the whale, and stake their claim.
But in the eyes, of the whaler's crew,
There's more than just a prize to pursue.
It's a way of life, a legacy,
A bond with nature, a heartfelt decree.
For the whaler knows, the ocean's might,
And the beauty of the creatures, in its sight.
A respect for nature, a reverence deep,
As they sail the seas, and harvest the keep.
Prompt: In a hidden nook, on a cobblestone street,
Stands a tiny shop, oh, so sweet,
With a sign that glows, a brilliant hue,
"The Turquoise Lantern," a magical view.
Its windows adorned, with treasures untold,
Glowing turquoise, like stories of old,
A beacon of light, in the dark of night,
Guiding wanderers, with its mystical sight.
Step inside, and you'll be amazed,
By the wonders within, that leave you dazed,
Handcrafted trinkets, with intricate design,
Each one unique, like a jewel that shines.
The scent of incense, fills the air,
As lanterns flicker, with a gentle flare,
Casting shadows, with an enchanting spell,
Drawing you closer, under its mystic spell.
The shopkeeper, with eyes so bright,
Shares stories of magic, with sheer delight,
Of distant lands, and far-off realms,
Where dreams come true, and hope overwhelms.
The Turquoise Lantern, a haven of charm,
Where magic and wonder, are kept from harm,
A sanctuary, for seekers of delight,
Where imagination soars, and takes flight.
Prompt: A classic cocktail, bold and strong,
A favorite among the cocktail throng.
With simple ingredients, a timeless mix,
The Screwdriver drink, a satisfying fix.
Start with vodka, clear and pure,
A generous pour, to be sure.
Add orange juice, freshly squeezed,
For a burst of citrus, to please.
Stir it up, with ice so cold,
Watch the colors blend, bold and bold.
Garnish with an orange slice,
A finishing touch that's oh so nice.
The Screwdriver drink, a taste so bright,
A perfect balance of sweet and light.
Sipped on lazy afternoons or wild nights,
A classic cocktail, with timeless delights.
Its origins unclear, but its fame well-known,
A cocktail legend, all on its own.
Simple yet delicious, a favorite of many,
The Screwdriver drink, enjoyed by plenty.
So raise a glass, and toast to the past,
To the Screwdriver, a classic that will always last.
A drink to savor, with memories to make,
A timeless cocktail, for old and young to partake.
Prompt: A flicker of hope, a tiny flame,
In the midst of darkness, it proclaims.
A glimmer of light, amidst the night,
A beacon of possibility, shining bright.
It starts as a spark, small and frail,
A whisper of faith, when all seems pale.
A ray of sunshine, breaking through the clouds,
A promise of better days, that hope allows.
It grows within, a gentle fire,
A flicker of hope, to never tire.
It fuels our hearts, with renewed strength,
A guiding star, that goes to great length.
It lifts us up, when we are down,
A lifeline of hope, when we feel to frown.
It whispers to us, in moments of doubt,
A reminder that hope, will never run out.
A flicker of hope, a beacon of light,
That keeps us going, in darkest night.
It shines within, a guiding star,
A source of courage, no matter how far.
So let us cherish, this flicker of hope,
A flame that burns, when we can't cope.
It gives us strength, to carry on,
A flicker of hope, that's never gone.
Prompt: Detroit Style Pizza
Crunchy crust, thick and square,
Detroit Style Pizza, beyond compare.
Topped with cheese, gooey and melty,
Savoring each bite, oh so stealthy.
Tomato sauce, tangy and bold,
A symphony of flavors, a tale untold.
Pepperoni cups, crispy and sweet,
A pizza masterpiece, a delightful treat.
Motor City's pride, a culinary gem,
Detroit Style Pizza, the star of the culinary realm.
A cherished tradition, a local treasure,
A taste sensation that brings pure pleasure.
Prompt: Billy Idol, rock and roll star,
With rebel style, both near and far.
Spiked hair and leather clad,
A voice that's edgy, bold and mad.
Dancing with himself, all night long,
Rebel yell, a wild song.
White Wedding, a rebel's dream,
A punk rock icon, on the scene.
With snarling lips and sneering grin,
A rocker's spirit, from deep within.
Eyes that smolder, with fiery glare,
A punk rock rebel, with a fierce flair.
He rocked the '80s, with his punk rock sound,
A rebel soul, that still astounds.
Billy Idol, a legend true,
A rhyming poem, to honor you!
Prompt: In awe, I stand, no words to say,
For beauty grand, in every way.
A sight that leaves me breathless, still,
A moment frozen, a heart to fill.
Emotions stir, but silence reigns,
As nature's wonders, in me, attain.
From mountain peaks to ocean's crest,
The world's vast glory, its very best.
Speechless, I am, in humble awe,
Of life's splendor, without a flaw.
For words fall short, when marvels abound,
In nature's majesty, so profound.
So, in stillness, I'll simply be,
In reverence, for all I see.
For sometimes, silence speaks so loud,
A soulful hush, a wonder shroud.
Prompt: ((Best quality)), ((masterpiece)), ((realistic)), a weathered wooden puppet lying forgotten in the corner of an abandoned attic, its paint chipped and faded, strings tangled and broken, a hint of sadness in its eyes, as if longing for a time when it was loved and cherished, on eye level, scenic, masterpiece.
Prompt: A flint knife sharp, a tool so old,
Forged by nature's hand, a tale untold.
With edges keen and edges rough,
A weapon wielded, strong and tough.
From flintstone struck, with skillful hand,
A blade emerges, sharp and grand.
A tool of old, a primal blade,
For hunting, cutting, tasks well-made.
In ancient times, a prized treasure,
A weapon, tool, for work and leisure.
A symbol of survival's might,
A flint knife, honed to perfection's light.
Its history long, its purpose true,
A timeless tool, for me and you.
Though modern tools have taken place,
The flint knife's legacy, a mark of grace.
A reminder of our human past,
A relic of a time that's vast.
A flint knife, simple and plain,
Yet in its simplicity, a beauty to sustain.
Prompt: A big red door, so bold and bright,
Stands tall and proud, a stunning sight,
Its hue commands attention, draws the eye,
A beacon of welcome, reaching for the sky.
With paint so vibrant, it catches the sun,
A symbol of warmth, for everyone,
Inviting all to step inside,
To a world of mystery, waiting to be tried.
What lies beyond this threshold wide?
Adventures unknown, secrets to confide,
A world of possibilities, a treasure trove,
Behind the big red door, a story to unfold.
It may lead to a home, filled with love,
Or a new beginning, soaring like a dove,
A place of comfort, of laughter and cheer,
Where memories are made, year after year.
Or perhaps it hides a place of art,
Where creativity flows from mind and heart,
A studio, a gallery, a haven for the soul,
Behind the big red door, a place to be whole.
So open the door, with curiosity and glee,
Embrace the unknown, set your spirit free,
For beyond that threshold, a world may await,
Behind the big red door, a destiny so great.
Prompt: A sound, a sensation,
A sudden drop, a wild vibration.
An unexpected noise, sharp and loud,
It can make you startle, and draw a crowd.
A falling object, hitting the ground,
A splatter, a splutter, a chaotic sound.
A burst of energy, a burst of sound,
A sudden impact, echoing around.
A word onomatopoeic, describing the scene,
The result of something, no longer serene.
A sudden change, a disruptive thunk,
A kerplunk moment, in a fleeting blink.
So when you hear it, that sudden sound,
Remember the word, it's quite profound.
A kerplunk moment, unexpected and bold,
A reminder that life can sometimes unfold.
Prompt: curvaceous nun cosplay female, blond long messy hair, woman full body, athletic build, seductive, large breasts, full figure, shapely, in church, black & white nun costume scantly clad,
Prompt: Whose kitten is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.
He gives his kitten a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The kitten is caring, empty and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.
He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.
Prompt: Whose sand castle is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.
He gives his sand castle a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The sand castle is enjoyable, pink and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.
He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.
Prompt: A desert jewel, a creature rare,
Graceful form, a flowing air.
With coat of silk, and eyes that shine,
The Arabian horse, a treasure divine.
A fiery spirit, strong and bold,
A heart of courage, uncontrolled.
With hooves that thunder, swift and fleet,
A noble steed, a beauty complete.
Adorned with elegance, a regal stance,
A symbol of pride, a timeless dance.
With mane that billows, and tail that flies,
The Arabian horse, a sight that mesmerizes.
A loyal companion, a trusted friend,
A bond that lasts, until the end.
A partner in adventure, a heart so pure,
The Arabian horse, a treasure to endure.
In sands of deserts, where legends dwell,
The Arabian horse, a story to tell.
A creature of myth, a symbol of grace,
A timeless wonder, an epitome of race.
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.
