Prompt: A man of wisdom, old and sage,
With a long beard that graced his age.
His whiskers flowed in snowy white,
A regal mane, a majestic sight.
Each strand held stories, secrets deep,
A lifetime of wisdom to always keep.
His beard a map of his worldly lore,
A treasure trove of knowledge galore.
People sought him from far and wide,
For counsel and guidance, by his side.
He dispensed wisdom with gentle grace,
His beard a symbol of wisdom's embrace.
In his eyes a twinkle, a knowing smile,
His beard a symbol of wisdom's trial.
A man of years, a man of might,
"The Bearded Sage" shining bright!
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: 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 gleaming car, so shiny and bright,
Needs some TLC, to look just right,
It's off to the car wash, a sparkling sight,
To restore its luster, oh, what a delight!
I pull up to the entrance with a grin,
Excited for the car wash to begin,
The suds and bubbles, a soapy bath,
Will scrub away the dirt and grime's aftermath.
The water sprays, a refreshing shower,
As brushes spin with speed and power,
They scrub and scrub with all their might,
Removing stains that mar the light.
The rainbow foam, a colorful treat,
Cascading down, so pure and sweet,
It coats the car with a frothy sheen,
Like a scene from a car-wash dream.
Next, the rinse, a gentle spray,
Washing the soap and suds away,
Leaving the car fresh and clean,
A shiny beauty, the brightest sheen.
The dryer blows, a warm embrace,
Chasing away every lingering trace,
Of water droplets, leaving behind,
A polished car, oh, so refined.
I drive away with a satisfied smile,
My car transformed in a short while,
The car wash magic, a wondrous sight,
Bringing back the car's shine so bright.
Prompt: At the bus stop, I stand in queue,
With eager eyes and spirits high,
Hoping for the bus to come into view,
Underneath the bright blue sky.
I check my watch, the time goes by,
Impatience starts to creep and grow,
As I cast my gaze up to the sky,
And pray for the bus to show.
The sun shines bright, the day is warm,
But my patience starts to wear thin,
As I fidget and I squirm,
And the bus stop crowd begins to thin.
I look around, and notice the sights,
People rushing, cars whizzing past,
I wonder if the bus has taken flight,
And if this wait will ever last.
Finally, I spot the bus in sight,
My heart leaps up with joyous glee,
I step on board with pure delight,
Ready to embark on my journey free.
As the bus pulls away from the stop,
I find a seat and settle in,
Grateful that my wait is now atop,
And my adventure can begin.
So, at the bus stop, I learned to wait,
With patience and a hopeful heart,
For life's surprises, big and great,
And the journeys that they impart.
Prompt: Chinese carry out, a tasty treat,
A feast to savor, a culinary feat.
Aromatic flavors, a fusion delight,
Satisfying cravings, morning, noon, and night.
From dumplings to noodles, and fried rice,
Sweet and sour, Kung Pao, Mongolian spice.
Savoring each bite, with chopsticks in hand,
Tantalizing taste buds, a journey so grand.
Fortune cookies, a delightful surprise,
Revealing messages, in crispy guise.
Predicting the future, a playful game,
Adding intrigue, to a meal to acclaim.
Quick and convenient, a foodie's delight,
Chinese carry out, a flavor-packed flight.
A culinary adventure, from East to West,
A take-out treasure, simply the best!
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: Venice, the city built on lagoon's embrace,
A dreamlike beauty, time cannot erase.
Gondolas glide through winding canals,
Under bridges, in romantic thralls.
Streets of water, a maze so divine,
With palaces and piazzas that shine.
Masked balls and carnival delights,
Glimmering in Venetian nights.
St. Mark's Square, a grandeur's delight,
Where pigeons dance in golden light.
Doge's Palace, a symbol of power,
Holding secrets in its ancient tower.
Rialto Bridge, a bustling sight,
With merchants' calls and boats in flight.
Glass-blowing furnaces, Murano's pride,
Crafting treasures, far and wide.
Venice, a floating masterpiece so rare,
A wonderland beyond compare.
A jewel of the sea, a treasure untold,
Forever captivating, a story to behold.
Prompt: In the depths of a tranquil lake,
A predator lies in wait, for its own sake,
With stripes of fury, a fearsome sight,
A tiger muskie, ready to strike with might.
Its jaws are lined with razor teeth,
Its body sleek, a hunting wreath,
A master of stealth, beneath the surface,
A piscine force, a savage furnace.
With eyes that gleam with primal fire,
It waits for prey, with cunning desire,
Lurking in shadows, silent and sly,
A tiger muskie, on the prowl, nearby.
Its stripes blend in, with weed and reed,
Camouflaged, a stealthy breed,
Patiently stalking, with hunger's lust,
A predator, to strike, a piscine thrust.
And when the moment's just right,
It pounces, with all its might,
A splash, a swirl, a ferocious bite,
The tiger muskie, in full flight.
A battle ensues, a thrilling chase,
A test of skill, a primal race,
A trophy catch, a fierce display,
A tiger muskie, in its own way.
So heed the warning, when you're near,
A tiger muskie, to respect and fear,
A piscine king, with stripes that lurk,
A majestic predator, a true aquatic work.
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: 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: 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: In Monet's Garden, a canvas of delight,
A symphony of colors, a breathtaking sight.
With brush and palette, he painted each day,
A masterpiece of nature, in a floral display.
Water lilies bloom in ponds serene,
Their petals delicate, a timeless scene.
Reflections dance in ponds so still,
As Monet captures nature's thrill.
Roses blush in hues of red and pink,
Their fragrance sweet, a sensory link.
Paths meander through lush greenery,
In Monet's Garden, a realm so free.
Sunlight filters through leaves of trees,
Birds chirp in chorus, a joyful tease.
With every stroke, Monet creates,
A masterpiece that captivates.
His art alive in blooms and leaves,
A treasure trove that forever weaves,
Nature's beauty with his skill,
In Monet's Garden, a world to thrill.
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: In the darkness of the night,
With twinkling wings, a fairy's flight.
She flutters softly, light as air,
Her tiny form, so dainty and fair.
Her mission clear, her purpose bright,
To visit children, while they sleep tight.
With pouch in hand, filled with delight,
She seeks out teeth, lost in the night.
With gentle touch and toothy grin,
She swaps for coins, a fairy's spin.
Leaving treasures, small and neat,
For children's joy, a magical feat.
Her wings aflutter, she takes to flight,
Vanishing into the dawn's soft light.
Leaving dreams and smiles behind,
A tooth fairy's magic, one of a kind.
Prompt: In a realm of gears and wires, with bolts and screws,
A cyborg emerged, with a heart that still clues.
Half human, half machine, a marvel of tech,
With circuits and code, a mechanical trek.
Metallic limbs and glowing eyes,
A fusion of man and machine, no surprise.
A cyborg's strength, unmatched and vast,
Yet within beats a heart, human and steadfast.
Through battles fought and foes defeated,
A cyborg's purpose, never retreated.
But deep within, a longing stir,
For something more, a heart's whisper.
Amidst the wires and circuits' hum,
A yearning for emotions to come.
To understand love, joy, and pain,
A cyborg's quest, to feel again.
With every beat, a human touch,
A connection sought, ever so much.
For though the shell may be of steel,
A heart of warmth, a soul to heal.
In this fusion of metal and heart,
A cyborg finds their place, a fresh start.
A being both machine and human art,
A tale of a cyborg, a story apart.
Prompt: Beneath the sky's celestial glow,
An old-style drive-in movie show.
A silver screen against the night,
A place where love takes flight.
Cars lined up in perfect rows,
With speakers hung in windows' glows.
As dusk descends, the show begins,
A reel of dreams, where love always wins.
The crackle of static fills the air,
As images flicker with vintage flair.
A world of black and white delight,
Where stories unfold under starry light.
Hand in hand, in the front seat's embrace,
Hearts race with every frame's grace.
Laughter, tears, and stolen kisses,
Shared in the magic of movie wishes.
The scent of popcorn, the taste of coke,
As time stands still, a timeless evoke.
The charm of yesteryears, so sweet,
As memories are made in every seat.
In this open-air cinema's embrace,
Love finds its rhythm, its perfect place.
An old-style drive-in, a romantic treasure,
Where reel romance lasts beyond measure.
Prompt: A "For Sale by Owner" sign stands tall,
Proudly placed upon the lawn for all,
A home for sale, without an agent's aid,
By the owner's hands, a venture self-made.
The yard is groomed, the curb appeal,
A welcoming sight, with an inviting feel,
Inside, a haven, a labor of love,
With memories cherished, from floor to above.
Each room is staged, with care and thought,
To showcase the home, as it was sought,
The owner's pride, in every nook,
A place where dreams were once took.
The price is set, with research done,
Comparables checked, and the market won,
Negotiations managed, with skill and grace,
As the owner takes charge of the salespace.
Potential buyers come and go,
Impressed by the owner's show,
A home that's loved, and well-maintained,
A sale by owner, confidently attained.
With paperwork signed, and keys exchanged,
A journey completed, a milestone gained,
A success story, for owner's delight,
Selling their home, with their own might.
Prompt: A party's planned, it's a special day,
For little Ray, in every way,
He's turning five, so full of cheer,
With a birthday bash, oh so near!
Balloons are blown, streamers are hung,
Cake is baked, and songs are sung,
Presents wrapped, with bows so bright,
A day of pure delight in sight.
Friends arrive with gifts in hand,
Excitement spreads throughout the land,
Games and laughter fill the air,
As Ray's birthday becomes a shared affair.
With a cake so sweet, and candles aglow,
Ray makes a wish, and lets it go,
He blows them out with all his might,
A moment filled with pure delight.
Happy smiles, and joyful cheer,
As Ray turns five, another year,
A day to cherish, full of play,
Happy birthday, Ray, hip hip hooray!
Prompt: In ancient times, a tale of woe
Of Samson, strong with locks that flow
A man of might, with God's own grace
But Delilah's deceitful embrace
She sought to learn his secret might
And lured him in with whispers light
With cunning words and seductive smile
She sought to weaken, to beguile
Samson, besotted, fell for her charms
Unaware of her deceitful arms
He revealed his strength, his source of power
Trusting Delilah in his darkest hour
But Delilah, with treacherous heart
Betrayed Samson, tore him apart
She cut his hair, his strength now gone
Samson was defeated, his vigor shorn
Blinded, chained, a prisoner now
Samson's fate, a mournful bow
His lesson learned, too late, too sad
Beware deceit, both good and bad
For even the strongest can fall from grace
When trust is misplaced, in a false embrace
Samson's tale, a cautionary plea
Beware Delilah's deceitful decree.
Prompt: In ancient times, a tale was told
Of a mighty giant, strong and bold
Goliath, his name renowned
Feared by all, on battleground
With spear and shield, he stood so tall
A towering force, above them all
Challenging all with pompous might
His foes quaked in dread and fright
But in the midst of fear and doubt
A young boy stepped, with courage stout
David, his name, a shepherd lad
With a slingshot in his hand, he had
Against the giant, he took his stand
Unfazed by size, with God's command
A stone he hurled, with aim so true
Striking Goliath, the giant slew
The crowds were stunned, in awe they stared
As David triumphed, and Goliath fared
A lesson learned, for all to see
That valor and faith can set you free
For even when the odds seem dire
With unwavering faith, you can aspire
To overcome the giants, big or small
And rise victorious, standing tall.
Prompt: In the window of the toy store, stood a doll so bright,
With hair that gleamed like golden light,
Her eyes so blue, her dress so fine,
A treasure for a child to call her own, oh, so divine!
With porcelain skin and rosy cheeks,
Her beauty captured hearts with peaks,
Her tiny hands and delicate pose,
Mesmerized everyone, from kids to those who were old foes.
Children passed by, eyes filled with awe,
Yearning for the doll to be theirs, they'd draw,
But she stayed put, behind the glass,
Longing for a loving touch, a child's grasp.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks to months,
The doll remained untouched by anyone's hunch,
Until one day, a little girl with a smile so bright,
Stepped into the store, her heart taking flight.
She gazed at the doll with pure delight,
Her eyes sparkling with pure insight,
Her tiny hands pressed against the glass,
Longing to hold the doll, oh, what a perfect lass!
The storekeeper noticed the girl's pure heart,
And brought the doll to life with a start,
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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