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 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.
Prompt: Shiny black rusty green white metallic art of a realistic green MERCEDES AMG GT inside of rainy city, sity and street are strong overgrown with hugh moss and leafs, integrated LED lightning speed painting, splash art 500dpi, 16k, sharp focus
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.
Prompt: The sounds of children, pure and sweet,
A symphony of laughter, rhythmical and fleet.
Their giggles, like melodies, fill the air,
Their voices, like chimes, so bright and rare.
Their footsteps, pattering in playful glee,
Their voices rising in a joyful spree.
Their chatter, a babble of innocence,
Their songs, a chorus of exuberance.
Their laughter, contagious and pure,
A sound that's timeless, and will endure.
Their shouts of joy, their cries of fun,
A symphony of youth, under the sun.
Their games, a dance of boundless play,
Their imaginations, on full display.
Their shrieks of delight, their calls to friends,
A symphony of childhood, that never ends.
The sounds of children, a precious treasure,
Bringing joy and wonder, without measure.
Their voices, a reminder of life's simple bliss,
A symphony of innocence, that we should never miss.
So let us cherish, the sounds of children's glee,
Their laughter, their joy, so wild and free.
For in their voices, we hear hope's sweet song,
A symphony of life, forever strong.
Prompt: The whiff of goodness, a scent so sweet,
A fragrance that makes our senses meet.
It tickles our nose and warms our heart,
A subtle reminder, of life's finest part.
It floats in the air, like a gentle breeze,
Carrying kindness, on its wings with ease.
It whispers softly, in moments of need,
A comforting presence, a generous deed.
It lingers in memories, long after it's gone,
A treasure to cherish, from dusk till dawn.
It fills our senses, with joy and delight,
A fragrance of goodness, that feels just right.
It can be found, in simple acts of care,
In a helping hand, or a heartfelt prayer.
In a warm embrace, or a genuine smile,
The whiff of goodness, can travel for miles.
It transcends boundaries, and breaks down walls,
Bringing people together, in shared recalls.
It brings warmth and light, in times of despair,
A beacon of hope, that shows we care.
So let us cherish, the whiff of goodness,
A fragrance that lifts us, in times of darkness.
It brings us closer, and makes us whole,
A reminder of the beauty, within every soul.
Prompt: Oh God, my rock, my refuge, my salvation,
My shield in times of trial and temptation,
My hope when I am weak and weary,
My light when darkness makes me leery.
You are the Alpha, the Omega, the beginning and end,
My Creator, my Redeemer, my eternal friend,
Your love is steadfast, your mercy unending,
Your grace is sufficient, your peace transcending.
You gave your Son to die for me,
To set me free from sin and misery,
He took my place, he paid the price,
He gave me hope, he gave me life.
Oh God, I lift my voice in praise,
For all the blessings you have bestowed on my days,
I worship you with all my heart and soul,
And pray that you will make me whole.
May my life be a testimony to your grace,
May my words and deeds bring glory to your face,
May I walk with you each step of the way,
Until I reach heaven's gates one day. Amen.
Prompt: O Lord, my God, how great thou art,
With love that reaches to my heart.
From everlasting to everlasting,
Your mercy and grace are everlasting.
You are the Alpha and the Omega,
The beginning and the end,
The one who forgives and redeems,
The faithful and true friend.
You came down from heaven above,
In the form of a man,
To save us from our sins,
And give us life again.
You suffered on the cross,
For our sake, you died,
But rose again on the third day,
To reign forevermore.
Now, Lord, we come before you,
With humble hearts and minds,
To worship and adore you,
For you are the one who binds.
We give you all the glory,
And honor you alone,
For you are the one who loves us,
And calls us to your throne.
So, we lift our voices to you,
And praise your holy name,
For you are the one who reigns,
And worthy of all acclaim.
Prompt: Dear God above, my heart doth sing
Of all the love and grace you bring
Your steadfast mercy, neverending
Your wisdom and power, ever-blending
You sent your Son, the Word made flesh
To die for us, to pay sin's debt
He rose again, triumphant king
Victory o'er death, now let us sing
Your Holy Spirit, our guide and friend
In every moment, with us to the end
Empowering us to live for you
To share your love, and see it through
Oh God, our rock, our firm foundation
We lift our voices in adoration
For you alone are worthy of praise
Forever and always, all our days.
Prompt: "Cosmic Melodies": Create an abstract AI art piece inspired by the symphony of the universe, with swirling colors and dynamic shapes that represent the celestial dance of stars and galaxies.
Prompt: My dearest love, my cherished heart,
Today we pledge, a lifelong start.
In front of friends and family near,
I vow to love you, forever, my dear.
To stand by your side, through thick and thin,
To be your confidante, your partner, your kin.
To share in joy, in laughter and tears,
To hold you close, throughout the years.
I promise to honor, respect, and cherish,
To be there for you, when life may perish.
To support your dreams, with unwavering care,
To lift you up, and always be there.
I promise to listen, with an open heart,
To communicate honestly, and never part.
To be your rock, your comfort, your guide,
To be your shelter, in life's every tide.
I promise to love you, without restraint,
To be your lover, your best friend, your saint.
To walk by your side, with love and grace,
To light up your world, in every place.
Today, I take you as my beloved spouse,
To share this journey, in a loving house.
With all my heart, my soul, my being,
I promise you, forever, my love, my everything.
Prompt: He's the one man band, a sight to behold,
With drums on his back, and a guitar bold.
He plays harmonica, and strums his guitar,
With cymbals on his knees, he'll take you far.
With a kick drum and a snare, he sets the beat,
His voice a melody, pure and sweet.
He sings of life, of love, and of pain,
A troubadour, with stories to explain.
He's a walking orchestra, a symphony in one,
With passion in his soul, and songs to be spun.
He dances and he plays, with flair and grace,
A true virtuoso, in a solo space.
He'll make you laugh, with his wit and charm,
And touch your heart, with his music warm.
He'll strum and sing, with all his might,
A one man band, a pure delight.
He roams the streets, with music in the air,
Drawing crowds, who stop and stare.
His artistry, a gift so rare,
A one man band, beyond compare.
So, listen closely, to his melody,
As he plays his heart out, so passionately.
For he's the one man band, a true sensation,
A musical marvel, an inspiration.
Prompt: The road less traveled, a path untrod,
A journey beckoning, a whisper from the sod.
A choice divergent, from the common way,
A daring adventure, come what may.
It starts with a decision, a bold step,
To leave the familiar, take a path that's adept.
To blaze a trail, with uncertain ground,
Embrace the challenges, that may be found.
It's not the easy route, nor the known,
But a road with mysteries, all its own.
With twists and turns, and obstacles to face,
A test of strength, a triumph to embrace.
It may be lonely, at times so tough,
With doubts and fears, it can be rough.
But the rewards are great, the lessons learned,
A journey of self, a fire that's burned.
New vistas open, horizons expand,
As you travel on, with purpose grand.
New friendships formed, along the way,
As you navigate the road each day.
You learn to trust, your own compass true,
To listen to your heart, to be renewed.
To take risks, and chase your dreams,
To follow your heart's passionate themes.
So, take the road less traveled, if you dare,
With courage, faith, and a soul laid bare.
Embrace the unknown, the challenges rife,
For on that road, you'll find your life.
Prompt: Digital painting by Tim Charllies of an angel with a small clock at his back standing above a city, reminding us to spread the gospel before end-time approaches. In the sky there’s a supernatural clock with beautiful purple wings.
Prompt: Once stood tall, proud and free,
A birch tree, now lifeless, I see.
Branches bare, limbs stark and stark,
Silent witness to the shadows dark.
Leaves that danced in the gentle breeze,
Now rustle no more, fallen with ease.
Bark that once shone with silver hue,
Now cracked and weathered, a somber view.
Birds that nested, sang their song,
Have moved on, the tree forlorn.
But in its trunk, a story remains,
Of a life well-lived, despite its pains.
For even in death, a birch tree's grace,
Stands as a monument in this quiet place.
A reminder of nature's cycle true,
Of seasons changing, and life anew.
Prompt: Aged to perfection, a whisky divine,
A treasure of time, a hundred years' shine.
From oak casks, patiently it matured,
A nectar of luxury, to be savored and explored.
Golden hues, with hints of amber and brown,
Aroma rich, with notes that astound.
Caramel, vanilla, and spices so bold,
On the palate, a symphony of flavors unfold.
Velvet smooth, a warmth that lingers,
As memories of the past, it fondly triggers.
Each sip a journey, a story to tell,
Of craftsmanship and expertise, woven well.
A celebration of time, a mark of prestige,
A hundred years' legacy, a liquid prestige.
A tribute to patience, and artistry profound,
Aged to perfection, a Scotch renowned.
A toast to its glory, a taste so refined,
A hundred years of excellence, so rightly defined.
A timeless indulgence, a true connoisseur's delight,
A hundred-year-old Scotch, a treasure of the night.
Prompt: Darkness falls, shadows creep,
A sense of foreboding, runs deep.
Moon obscured, stars concealed,
An evil night, a darkness revealed.
Whispers in the wind, eerie sound,
Fear and unease, all around.
Ghosts and ghouls, come to play,
On this fateful night, in disarray.
Cackling witches, on broomsticks soar,
Haunting echoes, chilling to the core.
Bats swoop low, owls hoot and screech,
A haunting symphony, beyond our reach.
Unseen eyes, watch from afar,
Mystery and menace, under every star.
Unknown terrors, lurking in the dark,
Sending shivers down the spine, a daunting mark.
A sense of danger, a thrill of fright,
On this evil night, a test of might.
But dawn will come, with the morning light,
Dispelling darkness, banishing the fright.
Evil night, a fleeting phase,
A reminder of life's mysterious ways.
For darkness fades, and light prevails,
A beacon of hope, as the night exhales.
Prompt: In a quaint village, a story is told,
Of an old man, humble and bold.
With cows as his prized possession,
He lived a life of simple expression.
Each day he'd tend to his gentle herd,
With love and care, his actions spurred.
He knew them all by name and face,
Their gentle eyes, their calm grace.
Through sunshine and rain, he'd roam,
Guiding them to pasture and home.
He'd milk them by the morning light,
With hands so weathered, yet held them tight.
His cows were his family, his heart and soul,
They brought him joy, they made him whole.
Their milk brought sustenance and delight,
To the village, morning, noon, and night.
But as years passed, his strength did wane,
His steps slowed, his back in pain.
His cows sensed his weariness, his decline,
And gathered around him, so benign.
They nuzzled him with warmth and care,
As if to say, "We're here to share.
We've given you our all, our best,
Now it's time for you to rest."
The villagers watched in awe and sigh,
As the old man bid his herd goodbye.
With tears in his eyes and a heart so full,
He thanked them for a life so beautiful.
For in his cows, he found true treasure,
A bond so pure, a lasting pleasure.
Prompt: A little girl's hand, small and sweet,
Holding on tight to mommy's beat.
With fingers soft and skin so pure,
Her innocence and joy endure.
She skips and twirls with childish glee,
Her laughter fills the air so free.
Her tiny hand reaches for the sky,
Dreaming of adventures up so high.
She plants flowers in the ground,
Delighting in each petal found.
Her hand touches nature's grace,
Exploring the world at her own pace.
With a heart so pure and eyes so bright,
Her little hand holds on so tight.
A beacon of hope, a ray of light,
A little girl's hand, a precious sight.
Prompt: A worn apron, with memories woven in,
Passed down by generations, kin to kin.
A mother's pride, a symbol of care,
A treasured relic, with stories to share.
Stains of love, from countless meals,
Spices and sauces, that made hearts feel.
Recipes handed down, with secrets untold,
In that old country apron, worth its weight in gold.
From dough kneaded with love, for bread so warm,
To pies and cookies, in perfect form.
From soups and stews, that simmered slow,
To dishes that delighted, with flavors that glow.
Through tears and laughter, and endless toil,
That apron witnessed, a mother's loyal moil.
A comforting presence, in the kitchen's heat,
A reminder of a mother's love, so sweet.
Now it's worn and frayed, with the passage of time,
But its value remains, like a precious dime.
For in that old country apron, memories are kept,
Of a mother's love, that never slept.
So cherish that apron, a treasure so rare,
For it holds the essence, of a mother's care.
A legacy of love, that's carried on,
In that old country apron, long after she's gone.
Prompt: High in the sky, with wings of steel,
A daring pilot, with nerves of steel.
A jet's thunder, a sonic boom,
A Top Gun pilot, in a daring zoom.
Maverick's the name, a legend in flight,
Pushing the limits, with all his might.
A rebel in the sky, a maverick heart,
Taking on challenges, tearing them apart.
Winging into danger, with a steady hand,
Fighting for honor, in a foreign land.
With Goose by his side, a trusted wingman,
They soar through the sky, according to plan.
A rush of adrenaline, a thrill in the air,
As they break the sound barrier, without a care.
Dogfights and missions, in the heat of the fray,
Top Gun pilots, leading the way.
Through the clouds and beyond the stars,
They chase their dreams, reaching far.
With skill and courage, they take to the sky,
Top Gun pilots, soaring high.
In the danger zone, where few can tread,
Top Gun pilots, the best of the best.
With hearts of valor, and wings of might,
They conquer the sky, day and night.
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.
