Prompt: But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, Catherine Abel, Gediminas Pranckevicius, fantasy, oil on canvas, beautiful, high details, ultra detailed, crisp quality, colourful, high definition
Prompt: For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future Catherine Abel, Gediminas Pranckevicius, fantasy, oil on canvas, beautiful, high details, ultra detailed, crisp quality, colourful, high definition
Prompt: He saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy. He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit in Catherine Abel, Gediminas Pranckevicius, fantasy, oil on canvas, beautiful, high details, ultra detailed, crisp quality, colourful, high definition
Prompt: Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is – his good, pleasing and perfect will.in Catherine Abel, Gediminas Pranckevicius, fantasy, oil on canvas, beautiful, high details, ultra detailed, crisp quality, colourful, high definition
Prompt: Sand Crane Bird; Speedpaint with large brush strokes by Junji Ito; robert oxley! Ismail Inceoglu; Gazelli; M.W. Kaluta; richard anderson; paint splatter; paint drips; drip painting; a masterpiece; 8k resolution; trending on artstation; maximalist; uncanny; highly detailed and intricate
Prompt: a Red Gibson Les Paul Guitar in Speedpaint with large brush strokes by Junji Ito; robert oxley! Ismail Inceoglu; Gazelli; M.W. Kaluta; richard anderson; paint splatter; paint drips; drip painting; a masterpiece; 8k resolution; trending on artstation; maximalist; uncanny; highly detailed and intricate
Prompt: Blue Jay Bird on a Evergreen Branch in Speedpaint with large brush strokes by Junji Ito; robert oxley! Ismail Inceoglu; Gazelli; M.W. Kaluta; richard anderson; paint splatter; paint drips; drip painting; a masterpiece; 8k resolution; trending on artstation; maximalist; uncanny; highly detailed and intricate
Prompt: Electric dreams, a dazzling sight,
A symphony of neon lights,
Bright and bold, a technicolor glow,
In a world where imagination can flow.
A cityscape of electric hues,
A futuristic vision come true,
With skies adorned in neon art,
A spectacle that ignites the heart.
In the darkness, a dazzling show,
A spectacle that seems to grow,
As dreams take flight on electric wings,
A symphony of possibilities it brings.
So let us dream, with sparks aglow,
In a world where possibilities grow,
With electric dreams lighting the way,
To a future that's vibrant, come what may.
Prompt: On the dancefloor she takes the stage,
A diva with moves that captivate,
A vision of grace and style so bright,
Her rhythm ignites the neon light.
Her hips sway to the pulsing beat,
Her feet glide with effortless feat,
Her body grooves, a mesmerizing sight,
Her energy commanding the night.
The spotlight follows her every move,
As she spins and twirls in her dancefloor groove,
Her presence commanding attention,
A dancing queen, a true sensation.
With her flair and moves, she steals the show,
Her confidence radiates, a vibrant glow,
A diva on the dancefloor, a star of the night,
A captivating force, pure delight.
Prompt: In a sterile room, with lights so bright,
A solemn scene that shrouds the night,
A doctor's gaze, meticulous and keen,
As he performs a task, somber and serene.
With scalpel in hand, he begins to trace,
A life now ended, a familiar face,
A puzzle to solve, a mystery to unfold,
Through careful examination, truth be told.
He dissects the body with skillful care,
Seeking answers, unaware,
Of the stories hidden within the flesh,
The secrets kept, now fresh.
Each incision reveals a clue,
Of how a life once lived and grew,
The autopsist's eyes, a solemn stare,
Piecing together the puzzle with utmost care.
A solemn duty, a somber task,
To uncover the truth, no question to ask,
A science mingled with emotions deep,
As the autopsy unravels the secrets to keep.
In the quiet of the autopsy room,
A tale of life and death, a silent gloom,
With reverence and respect for the departed,
The autopsy reveals a story, finely charted.
Prompt: A dream of riches, a chance so bright,
To strike it rich, day or night,
A job so easy, a life so grand,
With money flowing, at their command.
But soon they find, it's not all gold,
The price they pay, a story untold,
For money earned, without a fight,
May bring no joy, just emptiness, and blight.
A quest for wealth, a shallow race,
Leaving behind, a deeper grace,
For life's true value, cannot be bought,
It's found in moments, dearly sought.
So heed the lesson, clear and clear,
That money for nothing, may not endear,
But it's the journey, not just the gain,
That brings fulfillment, joy, and reign.
Prompt: Bad, bad Leroy Brown, the toughest man in town,
With a strut in his step and a frown that could frown,
He ruled the streets with an iron hand,
Feared by many, across the land.
He wore a hat tipped low, a diamond on his hand,
And a flashy suit, oh so grand,
With a swagger in his walk, and a sneer on his lip,
He commanded attention with every quip.
But Leroy Brown, oh so tough,
Had a heart that wasn't made of rough,
For deep inside, a tender soul,
Longed for love, to make him whole.
One day he met a girl so sweet,
With a smile that knocked him off his feet,
She saw beyond his tough facade,
And touched his heart, with love so broad.
Leroy Brown, a changed man now,
With a heart that's full, and a softened brow,
He learned that strength is not just might,
But also love, that shines so bright.
So, here's to Leroy Brown, the baddest of them all,
Who learned that love can break down walls,
A tale of redemption, so profound,
For Bad Bad Leroy Brown, now wears a different crown.
Prompt: Zeus, the god of skies so high,
With lightning bolts that fiercely fly,
On Mount Olympus, he doth dwell,
Ruling over gods and mortals as well.
His voice like thunder, strong and loud,
His wrath a tempest, fierce and proud,
With eyes that gleam with fiery light,
He rules with power and sovereign might.
Yet, in his heart, a softer side,
For love and passion doth abide,
With many consorts, gods and maidens,
Zeus' desires, like lightning, quick and laden.
But beware his wrath, for it is dire,
His lightning bolts can set the world on fire,
So pay him homage, with reverence true,
For Zeus, the god, commands the view.
Oh, Zeus, the mighty god on high,
With power vast, that reaches the sky,
We tremble at your thunderous might,
And pray for favor day and night.
Prompt: Prometheus, Titan of foresight and fire,
A creator of humans, with a vision so dire.
With cunning and wisdom, he shaped our race,
And gifted us fire with divine grace.
A champion of mortals, a rebel bold,
Against the gods' will, he was resolute and bold.
He stole fire from the heavens above,
To empower humanity with knowledge and love.
Prometheus, a benefactor to mankind,
His ingenuity and wisdom combined.
He taught us arts, science, and skill,
To thrive and flourish, with his will.
But his defiance angered the gods on high,
Punishment followed, a fate so wry.
Bound to a rock, an eternal plight,
His suffering a symbol of humanity's light.
Yet, Prometheus' legacy still remains,
A beacon of wisdom that forever sustains.
A god of forethought, a creator of men,
Whose gift of fire still burns within.
So let us honor Prometheus' name,
A Titan of knowledge, with enduring fame.
His legacy lives on, a guiding light,
Of humanity's potential, shining bright.
Prompt: Atlas, mighty Titan strong and true,
Bore the sky upon his shoulders, it's true.
With bulging muscles and unwavering might,
He held the heavens, a Herculean sight.
His burden immense, a weight so grand,
But Atlas stood tall, the sky in hand.
With steadfast resolve and unwavering grace,
He bore the celestial vault with a stoic face.
Through sun and storm, through day and night,
Atlas held the firmament, a beacon of might.
His unwavering strength, a legend to behold,
A titan among titans, valiant and bold.
For eons he stood, unwavering and true,
Atlas, the Titan who held up the sky's blue.
A symbol of endurance, a hero renowned,
Infinite in stature, with the heavens he crowned.
Prompt: The captain stood tall on Titanic's deck, Commanding the ship, a respected check. With a heart of duty, and a watchful eye, He guided the vessel, reaching for the sky. His years of experience, a steady hand, Navigating the seas, a captain grand. He knew the dangers, the icy threat, But he steered the ship, without regret. Through calm and storm, he stood his ground, Leading his crew, with wisdom profound. He made decisions, tough and bold, As Titanic sailed, her story untold. But fate had other plans that fateful night, As iceberg loomed, a looming fright. The captain acted, with all his might, Trying to save the ship, before the tragic sight. He gave the orders, to steer away, But it was too late, on that fateful day. Despite his efforts, Titanic struck, And the ship's fate changed, by a sudden luck. With courage and composure, he stayed on deck, Ensuring the passengers were saved, a crucial trek. He went down with his ship, a leader true, A captain's legacy, forever anew. In history's pages, his name shall live, For his leadership, and courage to give. The captain of Titanic, revered and true, A hero in the face of a maritime rue.
Prompt: On the porch, with a view so grand,
Rocking chairs, in a gentle hand.
In rhythmic motion, back and forth,
A peaceful scene, of simple worth.
The sun sets low, a golden glow,
The gentle breeze, a soft hello.
The rocking chairs, creaking with ease,
A soothing sound, a lullaby's tease.
Memories shared, in whispered talk,
Of days long past, a cherished walk.
Of laughter, tears, and stories told,
In rocking chairs, weathered and bold.
Generations sit, side by side,
In rocking chairs, with hearts tied.
From young to old, a timeless scene,
Rocking chairs, where love has been.
The moments cherished, the memories made,
In rocking chairs, that never fade.
A place of solace, a haven of peace,
Rocking chairs, where worries cease.
As day turns night, the stars appear,
Rocking chairs, under skies so clear.
A sense of serenity, a calm embrace,
In rocking chairs, a cherished place.
So let us rock, on the porch so fine,
In rocking chairs, with hearts entwined.
In the company of loved ones near,
In rocking chairs, with hearts so dear.
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.