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.
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: Triton, god of the ocean deep,
With conch shell trumpet, makes waves leap.
Poseidon's herald, swift and strong,
He carries messages all along.
From coral reefs to sandy shores,
Triton's mighty trident soars.
As sea's messenger, he brings the news,
Of Neptune's wrath or mermaids' cues.
With fish-tail fin and mighty arms,
Triton guards the seas from all harms.
His form majestic, awe-inspires,
As he rides waves and quells desires.
So raise a toast to Triton bold,
A deity of legends told.
With conch shell horn and watery realm,
He's a sea god at the helm.
Rhea the Titan Goddess of Fertility and Motherhood
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Prompt: Rhea, the Titan of fertility and birth,
Goddess of motherhood, the nurturing earth.
Her bosom, a cradle for life to bloom,
Her presence, a blessing in every womb.
With gentle touch and tender care,
She guards the cycles of life with utmost flair.
Her wisdom and grace, a guiding light,
Guiding mothers with love, day and night.
She embodies the cycles of nature's way,
Bringing forth new life with each new day.
From seed to sapling, from bud to flower,
Rhea's fertility, an eternal power.
Her maternal love, a boundless embrace,
Her compassion, a beacon of grace.
A symbol of life's abundance and worth,
Rhea, the Titan of fertility and motherhood on Earth.
Prompt: Uranus, primordial god of the sky above,
A deity of vastness, a canvas of love.
With starry canopy and endless blue,
You reign supreme, a celestial view.
From your lofty throne, you watch over all,
The day and night, the rise and fall.
With sweeping winds and clouds on high,
You paint the heavens, a masterpiece in the sky.
Your realm extends to the farthest reaches,
Where galaxies twinkle and comet streaks.
Your domain, a realm of infinite expanse,
A cosmic tapestry in a cosmic dance.
Uranus, primordial god of the firmament,
A beacon of majesty, so resplendent.
You hold the sky in your divine embrace,
A deity of mystery and celestial grace.
As the embodiment of the endless skies,
You inspire wonder, with every sunrise.
Uranus, the god of the sky so wide,
A timeless deity, in heavenly pride.
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.
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.
