Prompt: full portrait of the last hive queen, white silver glossy skin, fiery red hair. intricate, elegant, highly detailed, centered, digital painting, artstation, smooth, sharp focus, illustration, artgerm, tomasz alen kopera, wlop, Donato Giancola, Frank Frazetta
Prompt: Red, white, and blue, the colors of pride,
Symbolic of the land where we reside.
The flag flies high, waving in the breeze,
A reminder of the land of the free.
Red represents the blood shed in war,
The sacrifice made, now forevermore.
It symbolizes courage, strength, and might,
The willingness to stand up and fight.
White is the color of purity and grace,
The hope for a better tomorrow we embrace.
It represents peace and unity,
A world where everyone is free.
Blue is the color of the sky above,
The promise of a brighter future, filled with love.
It symbolizes freedom and justice for all,
A country where everyone can stand tall.
Together, these colors form a bond,
A symbol of pride, strong and fond.
The flag we fly, the anthem we sing,
A reminder of the freedom we bring.
Red, white, and blue, the colors of our land,
A symbol of strength that will always stand.
A pledge of allegiance to our country and way,
Forever and always, on this Independence Day.
Prompt: Oh, the Mississippi River, mighty and wide,
A majestic waterway that stretches with pride,
Its waters flow freely, a ribbon of blue,
Through the heart of America, it journeys anew.
From its source up in Minnesota's north,
It winds and meanders, flowing back and forth,
Through fertile plains and bustling towns,
Carrying barges, ships, and boats of all crowns.
Its banks are lined with cypress and oak,
Providing shelter to many a feathered folk,
From the graceful heron to the bald eagle's nest,
A treasure trove of wildlife, truly the best.
Its currents are strong, its rapids a thrill,
A playground for adventurers with daring will,
Rafters and kayakers ride the waves,
While anglers cast lines for the fish it craves.
Mark Twain once sailed on its waters wide,
Spinning tales of Tom and Huck with pride,
A river of stories, of lore and of lore,
A muse for poets, forever to explore.
So, here's to the Mississippi, a natural wonder,
A lifeline for communities, a heart that beats thunder,
With its beauty and power, a symbol so grand,
The backbone of a nation, forever to stand.
Prompt: Guns ablaze, a deafening roar,
Echoes of battle, blood and gore.
Screams of anguish, cries of pain,
Amidst the chaos, loss and strain.
Explosions boom, shattering the air,
Tearing through peace with a deadly flare.
Bullets whiz, like angry bees,
Tearing through flesh, reducing cities to debris.
Tanks rumble, engines roar,
Warplanes soar, an ominous score.
Boots on the ground, a march of dread,
The clanging armor, of lives misread.
The sounds of war, a haunting tale,
Of lives lost, a sorrowful wail.
A symphony of destruction, a cacophony of fear,
A somber reminder, that peace is dear.
Prompt: In a garden, fair and bright,
A love did bloom with pure delight,
Two hearts entwined, souls entwined,
A love so sweet, one of a kind.
With petals soft, and colors bold,
Their love grew strong, a tale untold,
Their laughter echoed in the air,
A love so rare, beyond compare.
Through seasons changing, years gone by,
Their love endured, it reached the sky,
Hand in hand, they faced each day,
Together they found their own sweet way.
So in this garden, love did thrive,
A treasure found, the joy alive,
Two hearts now one, forevermore,
A love that bloomed, and will endure.
Prompt: Down in N'awlins, in the heart of the night,
A street band plays, bathed in neon light,
Their brass instruments blaring with flair,
Funky rhythms filling the air.
On Bourbon Drive, they take the stage,
With a groove that's sure to engage,
Saxophone wails, trumpet trills,
Drums and trombone, the band fulfills.
Tourists and locals gather 'round,
Dancing to the jazzy sound,
Feet tapping, heads bobbing along,
As the band plays a soulful song.
Strangers become friends as they sway,
Lost in the music night and day,
A New Orleans street band in full swing,
Bringing joy to all, it's a beautiful thing.
So if you find yourself in the Crescent City,
Listen for the beat, it's such a pity,
To miss the Jazz Jive on Bourbon Drive,
A lively performance that will make you feel alive!
Prompt: A swimmer bold, with strokes so sleek,
In water's realm, he's truly unique,
A champion of the pool, so fleet,
With every lap, a victory sweet.
He trains with discipline and might,
From dawn till dusk, day and night,
Pushing limits, breaking through,
A passion burning, ever true.
In the water's embrace, he finds his flow,
Effortless glides, a graceful show,
A symphony of arms and legs,
A rhythmic dance, as he pegs.
With teammates by his side, a team,
They strive for glory, chase the dream,
In meets and races, they compete,
With strength, endurance, and heart's beat.
They cheer and cheer, with voices raised,
As he breaks records, unfazed,
A beacon of inspiration bright,
A symbol of unwavering fight.
So here's to you, college swimmer,
A hero in the water's glimmer,
With skill and heart that's hard to tame,
You leave a legacy, a lasting flame.
Prompt: When the snow falls and the winds do blow,
And the frost bites, oh, it's cold, you know,
There's a drink that warms you from within,
A hot tottie, a comforting sin.
With whiskey's warmth and lemon's zest,
A touch of honey, it's truly the best,
A sprinkle of cinnamon, a hint of clove,
A sip so cozy, it warms with love.
In a mug, it steams, a golden brew,
A winter elixir, just for you,
A treat to savor, as you delight,
In the fire's glow on a chilly night.
So raise your glass, and take a sip,
Let the flavors dance on your lip,
A hot tottie's embrace, so sweet and bright,
A winter's sip, a sheer delight.
Prompt: Glistening, a tranquil scene,
A koi pond, calm and serene.
Golden fish with scales aglow,
Graceful ripples, to and fro.
Beneath the lily pads they glide,
In a world where time abides.
Their colors vibrant, bold and bright,
Bringing joy with their playful flight.
Water lilies bloom in hues of pink,
In this haven, they softly sink.
Dragonflies dance, in skies so blue,
As the koi swim, a graceful crew.
A sanctuary, a peaceful place,
Where worries fade, and stress erase.
A symphony of nature's grace,
In the koi pond's tranquil embrace.
So pause and linger, take your time,
In this oasis, so sublime.
Let your heart and soul renew,
By the koi pond's calming view.
Prompt: Peter, a fisherman by trade,
By the sea, his fortune made,
Casting nets with skilled finesse,
Hauling fish with great success.
One day, on the shore he stood,
Jesus, passing by, he would
Call to Peter with a smile,
"Come, follow me, stay awhile."
Peter, curious and amazed,
Left his nets without a gaze,
Joined the Savior without delay,
His life transformed in a new way.
Apostle Peter, bold and true,
Preached the Gospel, hearts anew,
Healed the sick and raised the dead,
By Jesus' power, he was led.
Though he stumbled, made mistakes,
His faith in Jesus never breaks,
For Peter's heart was full of grace,
Following Jesus, in every place.
Peter, a rock, sturdy and strong,
Proclaimed the truth, his faith lifelong,
An apostle, chosen by fate,
Peter's story, truly great.
Prompt: Up the mountains, lush and green,
A thrilling adventure, a daring scene,
With harness strapped, and nerves aglow,
To the zip line platform, we did go.
Inhaling deep, a nervous breath,
Stepping forward, facing the ledge,
The guide's instructions, loud and clear,
"Lean back, lift your feet, have no fear!"
Off we went, soaring through the air,
Zipping high without a care,
Adrenaline pumping, heart aflutter,
Feeling like we're soaring with the birds' flutter.
The wind in our faces, a breathtaking view,
As we zipped through the sky, feeling anew,
The world below, a blur of green,
A sensation unlike anything we've seen.
Zipping fast, through the trees we glide,
Feeling free, like we could touch the sky,
Exhilaration coursing through our veins,
Thrilled by the adventure, unbound from chains.
With each zip line, a rush of glee,
A taste of freedom, wild and free,
A memory etched, forever to last,
A thrilling ride, a daring blast.
So if you seek adventure, a thrilling quest,
Try zip lining, put yourself to the test,
With each zip, a moment to cherish,
A memory that will never perish.
Prompt: On a remote island, far out to sea,
Lies a place of wonder, a mystery to decree,
With statues tall, stoic and grand,
A sight to behold, across the land.
Easter Island, its name renowned,
A land of marvels, ancient and profound,
Monolithic statues, carved from stone,
Stand in silence, their secrets known to none.
How were they made, and why they stand,
What stories do they hold, across the land?
Eyes that gaze towards the sky,
Unveiling mysteries that still defy.
Legends whisper, tales are spun,
Of a culture lost, a people undone,
Of rivalry and strife, of ancient lore,
Carved into the statues, a history to explore.
But through the ages, they still remain,
A testament to human skill and pain,
A reminder of a culture's past,
A treasure that will forever last.
Enigmatic Easter Isle, a wonder to behold,
A land of mystery, a story yet untold,
Standing proud, against the test of time,
A riddle to unravel, a poetic rhyme.
Prompt: On the grille, flames leap and dance,
As meat sizzles, a carnivore's romance.
Juices dripping, searing hot,
A savory scent, a foodie's jackpot.
Marbled steaks, with charred sear,
Mouthwatering flavor, so sincere.
Seasoned to perfection, a culinary art,
Grill marks, a masterpiece, a work of heart.
Medium rare or well-done,
A matter of taste for everyone.
Basting with butter, herbs and spice,
Creating a symphony of flavors, so nice.
Family and friends gather round,
As grill master's skills abound.
Sharing laughter, stories, and cheer,
Grilled steaks, a summertime cheer.
So fire up the grille, let's commence,
A carnivorous feast, an epic suspense.
Savoring each bite, a savory thrill,
Grille's magic, a pleasure to fulfill.
Prompt: A vegan's life, a conscious choice,
To live in harmony, with a gentle voice.
No meat or dairy, they forsake,
For the animals' sake, their stand they make.
Their plate adorned with fruits and greens,
A cruelty-free world, their heart it leans.
With empathy, they tread the earth,
Promoting kindness, right from birth.
No harm to creatures, big or small,
Their actions echo a noble call.
For sustainability, they strive,
To keep our planet, alive and thrive.
A green crusader, bold and bright,
Championing compassion, day and night.
Their choices speak of love and care,
For a world that's just, and truly fair.
Prompt: A house so charming, pink and bright,
A beacon in the sun's warm light.
Its walls adorned with petals fair,
A sight so lovely, beyond compare.
A cozy haven, a sweet retreat,
With walls like cotton candy, oh so sweet.
A roof that blushes, a cheerful hue,
Inviting all with a welcome so true.
Inside, a haven of rosy bliss,
Where memories are made, sealed with a kiss.
From every nook to every cranny,
This pink abode is simply uncanny.
A symphony of blush and rose,
A dwelling where happiness grows.
A sanctuary of joy and cheer,
A pink haven, year after year.
So, let's raise a glass, let's celebrate,
This pink house's beauty, truly first-rate.
A beacon of charm, a lovely sight,
"The Pink House Delight" shining bright!
Prompt: An ominous figure, dark and deep,
A haunting presence, one cannot sweep.
A silhouette that lingers, a shadow's lurk,
A mystery shrouded, a sense of murk.
Its form obscure, its purpose unknown,
A presence felt, though never shown.
A whisper in the wind, a chill down the spine,
An enigma, a puzzle, a riddle to divine.
It lurks in corners, it hides in the night,
A specter of darkness, a foreboding sight.
Its presence looms, casting an eerie pall,
A sense of unease, a silent thrall.
"The Shadow's Lurk" with secrets untold,
A figure in the dark, a story yet to unfold.
A phantom, a phantom, a ghostly tale,
A mystery to solve, a riddle to unveil.
Prompt: A chisel strikes, with skilled precision,
Shaping stone with age-old vision,
A craftsman's hands, with strength and grace,
Creating art in time and space.
With hammer's clang and sweat-drenched brow,
The Master Mason, skilled somehow,
Crafts cathedrals, towers tall,
A legacy that will enthrall.
With calloused hands and patient heart,
He hews the rock, a work of art,
A symphony in stone and light,
A marvel to behold each night.
Through generations, his craft lives on,
The Master Mason's work lives long,
A testament to skill and lore,
A legacy forevermore.
Prompt: In Laban's land, Jacob stayed
For many years, he toiled away
His flocks and herds, he multiplied
His family grew, with wives beside
But Laban's envy, like a fire
Grew fierce, with greed and dark desire
He changed Jacob's wages, time and again
Unjust treatment, it did not wane
So Jacob sought the Lord's advice
Should he stay or should he arise?
God spoke to Jacob in a dream
"Return to your land, by My redeem."
With Rachel and Leah, and all their kin
Jacob packed his goods, his wealth within
They left in secret, under the moon
Towards the land of promise, they would soon
Laban pursued with anger and might
But God protected Jacob day and night
They met on Mount Gilead's height
To settle their grievances, a fearful sight
Laban accused, Jacob replied
Of years of labor, he testified
The Lord had blessed him, despite Laban's schemes
And now it was time to follow his dreams
An agreement made, a covenant sworn
A heap of stones, a mark to adorn
They ate together, in peace they dined
Forgiveness and reconciliation, they did find
Prompt: The long-awaited meeting day
Between two brothers on their way
Jacob and Esau, face to face
Their past transgressions, a haunting trace
With trepidation, Jacob bowed
Esau approached, in silence, proud
But to Jacob's surprise and delight
Esau embraced him, with all his might
Tears of joy, forgiveness found
The brothers wept on sacred ground
Years of estrangement, now erased
Reconciliation's sweet embrace
Esau offered gifts, but Jacob declined
His heart was full, his soul entwined
With gratitude and awe profound
For God's redemption, that could be found
They parted ways, as brothers now
Their wounds healed, their hearts somehow
Forever changed, their bond restored
By God's grace, they were both floored
Genesis 33, a tale of grace
Of forgiveness, in a sacred place
A story of healing, of love's embrace
A testament to God's redeeming grace.
Prompt: In Canaan's land, a father's love
For Joseph, his son, pure as a dove
A robe of many colors, bright and gay
A symbol of favor, day by day
Joseph dreamed of destiny's call
His brothers bowed, he stood tall
But jealousy stirred within their hearts
Their anger grew, tearing them apart
They plotted harm, a wicked deed
To quench the dreams that Joseph believed
They stripped him of his robe so bright
And cast him into a pit that night
Sold as a slave, a cruel fate
Far from home, in a foreign state
In Egypt's land, he faced the test
Yet, he remained, among the best
From Potiphar's house to the prison cell
Joseph endured, he did excel
Interpreting dreams with wisdom and skill
His faith in God, unwavering still
Years went by, a turn of fate
Pharaoh's dreams, a mystery great
Joseph was called, his gift displayed
He rose to power, not dismayed
A ruler in Egypt, a position high
His brothers came, with hunger nigh
They bowed before him, unaware
Joseph revealed, with love and care
Forgiveness flowed from Joseph's heart
Prompt: Jacob, in Canaan, received a call,
To journey to Egypt, a foreign thrall,
His sons had told him of Joseph's fate,
His heart now eager, but filled with weight.
He packed his household, his flocks and kin,
With hope and trepidation, he did begin,
The long, uncertain journey west,
To reunite with his son, he was blessed.
He reached Beersheba, a place of old,
Where God had spoken, in times untold,
He offered sacrifices, seeking God's will,
His heart with longing, yet fears to still.
God spoke to Jacob, in dreams so clear,
Assuring him of His presence near,
He promised to make him a mighty nation,
In Egypt's land, a divine destination.
So Jacob journeyed, with all his kin,
To Egypt's land, a new begin,
With wagons sent by Joseph's hand,
The reunion imminent, as planned.
Father and son, in a tearful embrace,
A moment of joy, a cherished space,
The family reunited, their hearts aglow,
A journey of faith, in God's will they sow.
In Genesis 46, a tale of trust,
A journey of hope, through trials thrust,
God's guidance leading, their steps aligned,
A story of faith, so beautifully designed.
Prompt: In Egypt's land, a plague of locusts came
A swarm so vast, it covered fields in shame
Exodus Ten, a warning from above
To show God's might, and His unwavering love
The locusts darkened skies, a fearsome sight
They devoured crops, in the day and night
No green was left, no tree or blade of grass
As Egypt's land lay bare, an empty mass
Pharaoh's heart was stubborn, his will unbent
He refused to yield, despite the torment
But Moses spoke, with God's command in hand
"Let my people go, to the Promised Land"
Pharaoh pleaded, "I have sinned, I'm wrong"
He begged for mercy, as the swarm thronged
And so, the locusts vanished, as quickly as they came
But Pharaoh's heart, remained the same
Exodus Ten, a lesson to be learned
That God's power cannot be overturned
His patience endless, His grace profound
As He leads His people, homeward bound.
Prompt: With pillar of cloud, and fire by night,
God led His people with celestial light,
From Egypt's bondage, they were set free,
A nation born, by the Red Sea.
The firstborn sons, by God's command,
Were consecrated, a chosen band,
Their lives preserved, a miracle so grand,
A pledge of gratitude, forever to stand.
The Israelites marched on, with awe and wonder,
Guided by God, they trod asunder,
A journey long, through desert sands,
Trusting in God's unchanging hands.
Their hearts uplifted, their spirits bright,
They followed God, both day and night,
With faith unwavering, and hearts aglow,
They embraced the future's unknown show.
Exodus Thirteen, a story so divine,
A tale of freedom, a journey's shine,
A chapter of hope, of faith so strong,
As God's people sang redemption's song.
Prompt: Laws of old, divinely decreed,
In Exodus, Chapter Twenty-Two indeed,
Guiding lives with justice pure,
A moral compass to endure.
A thief who sneaks to steal by night,
Must make things right, make it right.
If caught, he must repay fourfold,
To compensate the loss untold.
If livestock strays or perishes,
The owner's tears, the law cherishes,
The thief must pay, his debt is due,
As restitution, just and true.
A fire spreads, consuming all,
The guilty pays, he cannot stall,
For if he neglects the utmost care,
He bears the blame, his fault laid bare.
In disputes and quarrels abound,
Resolution, fairness must be found,
Before the judges, truth unveiled,
And peace and justice never failed.
So heed these words, oh reader dear,
From Exodus, Chapter Twenty-Two, loud and clear,
A timeless guide, a moral view,
For righteous living, pure and true.
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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