Prompt: A tale of sorrow, grief, and pain,
In Judges 21, we find the strain.
The tribe of Benjamin, in dire need,
Their women lost, their future bleak indeed.
The tribes of Israel, with hearts so sore,
Sought a solution, to restore,
The tribe of Benjamin, back to life,
To end the turmoil, the endless strife.
They sought the Lord, for guidance true,
To heal the wounds, and make things new.
They found a way, with wisdom rare,
To bring hope back, and heal the despair.
A solution found, a plan in place,
To provide wives, with love and grace,
For Benjamin's sons, a future bright,
With God's blessings, a guiding light.
A lesson learned, in Judges 21,
Of healing, restoration, and the sun,
That shines anew, after the storm,
To bring new hope, and hearts reform.
A reminder clear, of God's great love,
To restore, renew, from up above.
A healing balm, for wounds so deep,
In Judges 21, a promise to keep.
Prompt: Once upon a time, a tale untold,
A legacy, precious, adorned with gold.
A forgotten realm, lost in time,
Whose glory shone with a vibrant prime.
Once cherished by those who came before,
A treasure hidden, a lore to explore.
But history's pages turned with haste,
And memories faded, leaving no trace.
The whispers of valor, courage, and might,
Echoed faintly in the silence of the night.
The legacy once revered and grand,
Now lies abandoned, in a forgotten land.
Yet, a glimmer of hope still lingers on,
A whisper of a legacy, long withdrawn.
A treasure waiting to be rediscovered,
By those who seek with hearts uncovered.
So let us delve into the past,
Unraveling mysteries that will surely last.
For in the forgotten legacy's embrace,
Lies a treasure trove of wisdom and grace.
Prompt: A heart once broken, now on mend,
A journey of healing, on which we depend.
With tears that flow and wounds that ache,
Time's gentle balm, a path we take.
Each day a step, towards the light,
Seeking solace, in moments bright.
Finding comfort in cherished ways,
Embracing love, that forever stays.
Through friends and family, laughter and song,
We find our rhythm, we carry on.
With self-compassion, and patience too,
We heal the heart, and find anew.
So let us cherish, the mending heart,
A symbol of resilience, a work of art.
For in healing's embrace, we find our strength,
A heart renewed, a journey of great length.
Prompt: The Silent Witness, a tale untold,
A silent presence, calm and bold.
An observer in the shadows, standing by,
A witness to life's stories, with a watchful eye.
In moments of joy, and moments of sorrow,
The Silent Witness remains till tomorrow.
Witnessing life's dramas, with a quiet grace,
Holding secrets and truths, in a timeless space.
In moments of laughter, and moments of tears,
The Silent Witness stands, through the passing years.
Observing with compassion, without a word,
Taking note of every story, that is heard.
The Silent Witness sees the highs and lows,
The triumphs and defeats, life's ebb and flows.
A steadfast presence, in the chaos and noise,
A calm observer, with a patient poise.
But though silent, the Witness speaks,
Through keen observation, and insights that peek.
In the stillness of the heart, wisdom is found,
The Silent Witness, an anchor profound.
So take a moment, to pause and see,
The Silent Witness, within you and me.
A reminder to observe, with an open heart,
To be present in the moment, and play your part.
Prompt: On the Path of Enlightenment, a journey to the soul,
Where wisdom and compassion are the ultimate goal.
A quest for truth, a quest for light,
To illuminate darkness, and banish inner fight.
Through trials and challenges, the road may be tough,
But perseverance and resilience are more than enough.
With introspection and mindfulness as trusted guides,
One finds solace in stillness, where peace resides.
It's a pilgrimage of the heart, a quest for higher knowing,
A transformational journey, constantly growing.
With each step, a lesson learned,
As the soul awakens, and truths are discerned.
The Path of Enlightenment, a sacred way,
Where love and understanding hold sway.
A quest for enlightenment, a quest for grace,
A spiritual odyssey, a timeless embrace.
Prompt: A forgotten island, lost in the sea,
A mystery shrouded in history.
Its shores untouched, its jungles dense,
A land of secrets, a hidden suspense.
Its ancient ruins, weathered by time,
Hold tales of treasure, a whispered chime.
Of lost civilizations, long gone by,
A mystery that makes hearts sigh.
Its sandy beaches, kissed by the sun,
Hold secrets buried, one by one.
Of pirates' gold and buried loot,
A forgotten island, ripe with pursuit.
Its untamed wilderness, a world of its own,
With creatures unknown, a kingdom alone.
A forgotten island, with stories untold,
A treasure trove for the brave and bold.
Yet, whispers linger, of curses and fears,
Of ghostly whispers, and haunting tears.
For the forgotten island, holds more than meets the eye,
A tale of wonder, that will never die.
So, adventurers beware, as you set sail,
To the forgotten island, where mysteries prevail.
For in its depths, a truth awaits,
A story of legend, that captivates.
Prompt: A crimson moon, in the sky ablaze,
Casting a glow, with its fiery haze.
A sight so rare, a celestial wonder,
A crimson moon, pulling hearts asunder.
Its hue, so rich, a fiery red,
A mystic aura, as it overhead.
A lunar beacon, in the dark of night,
A crimson moon, a mesmerizing sight.
Its glow reflects, in tranquil lakes,
A crimson moon, with mystery it makes.
A symbol of passion, of love and desire,
Bathing the world, in its crimson fire.
Its beauty captures, hearts and minds,
A crimson moon, enchanting and kind.
A celestial jewel, in the midnight sky,
A crimson moon, a captivating high.
So, let us marvel, at this celestial boon,
A crimson moon, a rare and precious loon.
A symbol of love, of passion and grace,
A crimson moon, a celestial embrace.
Prompt: A kaleidoscope of memories, bright and bold,
In hues of silver, crimson, and gold,
A tapestry of moments, stitched with love,
Woven into a treasure trove, from above.
The laughter shared, the tears shed,
The dreams pursued, the words unsaid,
The places explored, the songs sung,
The battles fought, the victories won.
A kaleidoscope of memories, forever gleaming,
A mosaic of life, ever teeming,
Each piece unique, with its own hue,
A symphony of moments, old and new.
The sweet whispers of love, the warmth of a touch,
The scent of blooming flowers, the taste of a clutch,
The sights that mesmerize, the sounds that enthrall,
A kaleidoscope of memories, cherished above all.
Through the twists and turns of life's grand dance,
The memories remain, in a timeless trance,
They paint a portrait of a life well-lived,
A kaleidoscope of memories, eternally preserved.
So hold them close, these memories dear,
For they are the treasures we hold most near,
A kaleidoscope of moments, forever bright,
Guiding us through life's journey, with their radiant light.
Prompt: Flip flops, the shoes of ease,
Slip 'em on, feel the breeze.
Casual comfort for your feet,
Perfect for a summer's heat.
With straps that flip and flop,
They're carefree, no need to stop.
Strolling on the sandy beach,
Or dancing to a lively beat.
They come in colors bright and bold,
From classic black to shimmering gold.
They're laid-back, relaxed and cool,
A footwear choice for the rule.
So flip and flop, all day long,
With joyful steps, a carefree song.
In flip flops, you'll find your style,
A symbol of freedom and a mile-wide smile.
Prompt: With nimble folds and careful crease,
An origami bird takes its lease,
A masterpiece of artful grace,
In delicate form, it finds its place.
Its wings outstretched in flight's embrace,
A symbol of freedom, full of grace,
A paper bird of pure delight,
Unfolding joy with every flight.
Its beak points skyward, eyes so bright,
A beacon of hope, a wondrous sight,
A reminder of nature's charm,
A symbol of peace, so calm and warm.
So let us fold, with patient hand,
An origami bird, a marvel grand,
A token of creativity,
And a symbol of possibility.
Prompt: In a treasure chest, hidden from sight,
A gleaming fortune, a wondrous sight,
Gold coins everywhere, a dazzling display,
A priceless bounty, that takes breath away.
They shimmer and glimmer, in the golden light,
A treasure trove, a wondrous sight,
Like stars that fell from the sky above,
Gold coins everywhere, a treasure trove.
With each coin's gleam, a story is told,
Of adventures bold, of legends untold,
Of pirates' plunder, and ancient lore,
Gold coins everywhere, a treasure to explore.
They hold a promise of dreams come true,
A symbol of wealth, both old and new,
A treasure chest of hopes and dreams,
Gold coins everywhere, a treasure that gleams.
But beyond the riches, and glimmering gold,
A deeper meaning, a tale untold,
For treasure lies not just in coins and wealth,
But in the moments shared, with joy and health.
So let us cherish the treasures we find,
In love and laughter, with hearts aligned,
For gold coins everywhere may come and go,
But the truest treasure, our hearts will know.
Prompt: Looking out my back door, a scene so serene,
Nature's canvas painted with colors so green.
Leaves dancing in the breeze, a gentle sway,
Birds chirping merrily, a blissful display.
A world of wonder, just beyond my sight,
A haven of beauty, a source of delight.
A symphony of life, in nature's grand show,
Looking out my back door, a sight to behold.
A sanctuary of peace, a quiet retreat,
Where worries fade, and stress finds defeat.
A glimpse of heaven, a moment of grace,
As I gaze outside, a smile on my face.
Nature's marvels, a gift to cherish,
A reminder of the wonders that never perish.
Looking out my back door, I am in awe,
Grateful for the beauty, without a flaw.
Prompt: On a sunny day, without a care,
I put on shades that were quite rare,
With lenses dark and frames so cool,
They made me feel like such a fool.
For they were cheap sunglasses, oh so clear,
Bought for a bargain, nothing to fear,
But as I strolled along the street,
I soon felt heat beneath my feet.
The plastic frames began to melt,
And the lenses fogged, it was my fault I felt,
For my cheap sunglasses were no match,
For the scorching sun's intense dispatch.
I stumbled and tripped, my vision impaired,
As people stared and people stared,
With shades askew, a lopsided look,
I felt like I was in a comedy book.
So take my advice, don't be swayed,
By cheap sunglasses on display,
Invest in quality, protect your sight,
And enjoy the sunshine with clear delight!
Prompt: A marine sniper, skilled and keen,
A silent force, yet rarely seen.
With rifle poised, a steady hand,
Camouflaged in foreign land.
A master of concealment, unseen,
A ghost in shadows, serene.
Patiently waiting, eyes alert,
For a single shot to do his work.
Meticulous aim, unwavering gaze,
Through crosshairs, targets in a haze.
Precision shot, a lethal strike,
Swift and deadly, in the fight.
A protector, a guardian's role,
A sentinel of the warrior's soul.
Vigilant, resolute, and bold,
A marine sniper, steadfast and bold.
With honor, duty, and unyielding skill,
He defends with aim and iron will.
A silent sentinel, a watchful eye,
A marine sniper, standing high.
Prompt: In reverence and awe, we bow our heads,
To worship God in sacred threads.
With grateful hearts and spirits pure,
We seek His grace, forever sure.
In prayer and song, we raise our voice,
To honor Him, our highest choice.
With faith and love, we praise His name,
In worship, our souls aflame.
In silence and stillness, we find His peace,
As His presence brings our souls release.
With humbled hearts, we seek His face,
In worship, we find His endless grace.
Through every trial, in every season,
In worship, we find divine reason.
For God is near, and God is true,
In worship, we draw close anew.
So let us worship, with hearts ablaze,
In awe and reverence, all our days.
For God is worthy of our praise,
In worship, we find endless rays.
Prompt: Deep in Missouri's woods, a legend dwells,
Of a creature elusive, with stories it tells.
The Momo, a cryptid, a mystery profound,
A humanoid beast, that's rarely found.
With shaggy fur and eyes that gleam,
A towering figure, both fearsome and extreme.
Its footprints large, its growls heard loud,
The Momo's presence, a legend avowed.
Some say it's just a hoax or a tall tale,
A creature of myth, a fabricated detail.
But those who've seen its monstrous form,
Are left with awe, and feelings of alarm.
The Missouri Momo, a legend unknown,
A creature that's feared, but rarely shown.
A mystery that lingers, in Missouri's lore,
The elusive Momo, a legend to explore.
Prompt: In North Dakota's skies, so wide and grand,
A mighty bird, with wingspan fanned,
With feathers strong and eyes aglow,
The Thunderbird soared, with a mighty show.
Its wings were wide, like a canvas spread,
A sight that filled all hearts with dread,
With a beak sharp as a lightning bolt,
The Thunderbird soared, with power and tumult.
Its cry was like thunder, a booming sound,
Shaking the earth as it circled around,
A legendary creature, awe-inspiring and bold,
The Thunderbird's tale, a story untold.
From the native legends to modern-day lore,
The Thunderbird's legend forevermore,
A symbol of strength and power untamed,
In North Dakota's skies, a legend acclaimed.
Though sightings may fade, and stories may shift,
The Thunderbird's spirit, a powerful gift,
A tale of wonder, in North Dakota's lore,
The Thunderbird's legacy, forevermore.
Prompt: The Incubus
A phantom in the shadow's cloak,
A creature that can both charm and provoke.
With fiery eyes and a devil's grin,
A seductive presence, a temptation's sin.
The incubus, a cunning foe,
Who preys on hearts that long to know,
The pleasures of the flesh and more,
He whispers secrets to explore.
He haunts the dreams of the weary mind,
A nocturnal lover, one of a kind.
His touch, a burning, sensual caress,
An otherworldly, forbidden access.
He lures with promises of desire,
A tantalizing, bewitching fire.
His voice, a melody that enchants,
His embrace, a deadly dance.
But beware, for his intentions are dark,
A creature that leaves a lasting mark.
He feeds on souls, he craves their essence,
A haunting presence, devoid of innocence.
So guard your heart, your soul, your bed,
For the incubus, with a hunger, is fed.
A phantom lover, a tempting tease,
Beware his charms, for he aims to please.
Prompt: The Aswang
In the moonlit night, a creature lurks,
With fangs and claws, it hungrily works.
A fearsome legend, a beast of lore,
The aswang, a horror to abhor.
With wings that spread, a monstrous sight,
It takes to the sky, in the dead of night.
A shape-shifter, a creature of fright,
It preys on victims, out of sight.
Its hunger insatiable, its thirst for blood,
It seeks its prey in the neighborhood.
With stealth and cunning, it hunts its prey,
A creature feared, both night and day.
Beware the aswang's wicked ways,
Its glowing eyes, its gruesome gaze.
It feasts on flesh, it drinks blood too,
A creature of darkness, a creature anew.
So lock your doors, keep watch at night,
For the aswang may come, seeking a bite.
A creature of the dark, a creature to dread,
Beware the aswang, with fangs so red.
Prompt: The Dullahan
In the moonlit mist, a rider appears,
A headless figure, that strikes with fears.
A phantom horseman, so grim and dire,
The Dullahan, a messenger of ire.
With whip in hand, and a severed head,
He roams the night, with footsteps dread.
His horse's hooves, a thundering sound,
As he gallops through the haunted ground.
His head held high, by a bony hand,
A lantern burning, a spectral brand.
Its eerie light, a ghastly glow,
A harbinger of death's cruel blow.
The Dullahan seeks the souls of the dead,
A grim reaper, with a vengeful tread.
He calls out names, with a voice so dire,
Those who hear it, feel ice inspire.
Beware the Dullahan's spectral ride,
His gaze, a terror that none can hide.
For when he comes, it's time to go,
A fate so grim, a final blow.
So if you hear the hoofbeats near,
And see the Dullahan's form appear,
Pray for mercy, for your time is nigh,
The Dullahan's visit, a chilling goodbye.
Prompt: The Chimera
A creature of myth, a fearsome sight,
With multiple forms, a wondrous sight.
A lion's body, a serpent's tail,
A goat's head, a mythical tale.
Its eyes burn bright with a fiery glow,
A creature born from worlds below.
A beast of power, a force of awe,
The Chimera, with nature's law.
It prowls the land, a monstrous stride,
A creature feared, far and wide.
Its roars echo through the night,
A creature born of dark and light.
Beware its fangs, its venomous bite,
A creature of legend, a fearsome sight.
Its forms may change, its powers vast,
A creature of wonder, from the past.
So marvel at the Chimera's might,
A creature of awe and sheer fright.
A mythical beast, a wonder to see,
The Chimera, a creature born free.
Prompt: The Jiangshi
From the Far East, a creature stalks,
A Jiangshi, with deathly locks.
A corpse reanimated, by dark arts,
A creature feared, with ghostly parts.
Its limbs are stiff, its gait is strange,
A Jiangshi moves, with steps arranged.
Its arms outstretched, its body jerks,
A sight so eerie, it often lurks.
With tattered clothes, and sunken eyes,
A Jiangshi's presence, a chilling surprise.
Its hunger strong, for life's essence,
A creature cursed, in eternal penance.
It hops along, with rigid force,
A Jiangshi's curse, an ancient course.
Its visage fearsome, its aura dark,
A creature undead, with a spectral mark.
So beware the Jiangshi's haunting plight,
A creature of the night, with powers of fright.
A legend from the East, with tales so grim,
The Jiangshi's curse, a haunting hymn.
Prompt: With rotting flesh and vacant eyes,
The Zombie shuffles, no surprise.
A creature cursed, devoid of breath,
Undead abomination, born of death.
Its hunger fierce, insatiable lust,
For human flesh, its only thrust.
A mindless monster, seeking prey,
Roaming through the night and day.
Its limbs decayed, its gait so slow,
Yet relentless in its undead flow.
A pitiful creature, cursed to roam,
Forever lost, without a home.
Beware the Zombie's ghastly plight,
Avoid its grasp with all your might.
For once it catches, there's no release,
Its appetite for brains will never cease.
Prompt: A song of hope, a call to unite,
To stand as one, in love and light,
To lift the world, with hands entwined,
With hearts so big, and souls aligned.
Different voices, diverse and strong,
Joining together, in chorus and song,
From every corner, of the earth,
A message of compassion, with boundless worth.
For we are the world, a family so vast,
With colors, cultures, present and past,
In times of need, we come as one,
With empathy and love, we've just begun.
So let us join, hand in hand,
Across all borders, across the land,
To spread kindness, far and wide,
For we are the world, with love as our guide.
Prompt: Poseidon, god of oceans wide,
With trident strong and surging tide,
His realm beneath the foamy waves,
Where sea creatures dance and play in caves.
His mighty chariot, drawn by steeds,
Riding the waves with rapid speeds,
With power unmatched, he rules the seas,
Commanding storms and calms with ease.
Poseidon's wrath, a force to fear,
His tempests wild, his rage severe,
But also, his favor he bestows,
With gentle currents and gentle glows.
Protector of sailors, ships, and shores,
His watery realm, forever he explores,
With dolphins as his loyal guide,
Poseidon's glory, far and wide.
Oh, Poseidon, lord of seas and waves,
Whose dominion, the ocean craves,
We pay homage to your mighty sway,
And honor you on this fine day.
Cronus the Titan God of Time and Father of the God
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Prompt: Cronus, the Titan god of time,
Whose reign was vast, in epochs prime.
With scythe in hand, he ruled the ages,
Measuring moments in history's pages.
Father of the gods, mighty and wise,
His gaze encompassed the endless skies.
He shaped the world with his sovereign hand,
Commanding time's flow, a power so grand.
From creation's dawn to its twilight end,
Cronus watched over, a deity to defend.
He governed the cycles of life and decay,
With wisdom and might in an endless display.
Yet fate would turn, and time would change,
As his own offspring sought to rearrange.
His supremacy challenged by a new generation,
A battle for power, a divine confrontation.
In the end, Cronus was brought to his knees,
By his own kin, a fate he couldn't appease.
His rule surpassed, his reign undone,
Cronus, the god of time, a setting sun.
A reminder that time is boundless and vast,
A force that no god or mortal can outlast.
Cronus, the Titan of time's eternal sweep,
A mythic figure, in legends eternally deep.
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Prompt: Amidst the raging winds and pouring rain,
Lies a center of calm, a peaceful domain.
In the heart of the tempest, a tranquil sight,
The eye of the storm, a serene respite.
Around it swirls chaos, a swirling force,
But at its center, a calm, steady course.
A circle of stillness, amidst the fray,
A moment of quiet, in nature's display.
The eye of the storm, a paradox true,
A calm oasis, in a tempest so blue.
A fleeting moment, of stillness rare,
A pause in the chaos, a tranquil affair.
In life's storms, we face challenges bold,
With turmoil and chaos, that can't be controlled.
But within us lies, an eye of the storm,
A place of calm, that keeps us warm.
A resolute center, that remains unmoved,
A source of strength, to keep us proved.
A beacon of peace, in troubled times,
A refuge within, where solace climbs.
So when life's storms rage, with all their might,
Remember the eye, a guiding light.
Find that center, within your soul,
And weather the tempests, to reach your goal.
For amidst the chaos, there's peace to be found,
In the eye of the storm, a tranquil ground.
A source of calm, a steady hand,
To navigate life's challenges, and understand.
Prompt: At the lobster port, by the ocean's edge,
Where salty waves crash, and seagulls wedge,
Lies a bustling scene, with boats so bold,
As lobstermen work, weathered and bold.
Their traps are set, baited with care,
Waiting patiently, for lobster fare,
With rugged hands, they haul the pots,
Filled with treasures, from the watery lots.
In the lobster port, the catch is prized,
A symbol of hard work, highly prized,
With shells of red, and claws so strong,
A delicacy, that can't go wrong.
The lobstermen, with weathered faces,
Tell stories of the sea, in far-off places,
Of storms and struggles, battles fought,
To harvest lobsters, they've diligently sought.
The smell of seaweed, the salt-filled air,
The creak of ropes, the boats' repair,
In the lobster port, a way of life,
Where grit and courage, meet the knife.
So, raise a toast, to the lobstermen's trade,
In the lobster port, where dreams are made,
For it's a world of hard work, and salty spray,
A livelihood cherished, day by day.
Prompt: I stepped on the treadmill, with a sigh,
Ready for a workout, to get me high,
But as I started running, I felt the blues,
A mundane routine, with no exciting cues.
The belt kept moving, beneath my feet,
The monotony, hard to defeat,
Stuck in one place, going nowhere fast,
The treadmill blues, a feeling that would last.
The digital display, counting the miles,
But my mind wandered, seeking smiles,
The same old scenery, never changing,
The treadmill blues, were truly challenging.
I tried to vary the speed and incline,
To break the monotony, to redefine,
But still, the treadmill hummed its tune,
The treadmill blues, a dreary dune.
I longed for fresh air, and open space,
To run outdoors, in a natural place,
With changing scenery, and freedom's breeze,
To cure the treadmill blues, with nature's keys.
But for now, I'll keep on running, and push through,
With music playing, to lift my mood,
Hoping for the day, when I'll break free,
From the treadmill blues, and run wild and free.
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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