Prompt: Tombstone, Arizona, a town of the Wild West,
Where legends were made, put to the test,
A place of cowboys, outlaws, and strife,
A land of adventure, in the desert's dry life.
With dusty streets, and saloons so rough,
Where cowboys would gather, and showdowns enough,
Tombstone, the name, struck fear in hearts,
As gunslingers roamed, playing their parts.
The OK Corral, a historic place,
Where Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday would face,
The Clantons and McLaurys, in a showdown,
A legendary tale, of the old West's renown.
Tombstone, a town with stories to tell,
Of cowboys and outlaws, who fought and fell,
Their names carved on tombstones, a testament true,
To the Wild West's history, so bold and so true.
Today, a tourist spot, a piece of the past,
A reminder of days, that couldn't last,
Tombstone, Arizona, a place of lore,
Forever remembered, for the tales it bore.
Prompt: The Card Shark, with skill so sly,
A master of deception, oh so spry,
With a deck of cards, and a keen eye,
He plays the game, with a confident sigh.
His hands move swiftly, with practiced grace,
Shuffling, dealing, at a breakneck pace,
Aces up his sleeve, and a winning smile,
He'll take your bets, and play you for a while.
He reads your tells, with a keen perception,
Calculates the odds, with precise conception,
Bluffing, betting, with a poker face,
The Card Shark's game, a thrilling chase.
But beware, for he's a cunning foe,
A master manipulator, don't you know,
He'll lure you in, with his charming ways,
Then leave you empty-handed, in a daze.
The Card Shark, a legend at the table,
A gambler's nightmare, a risky fable,
A cunning player, with tricks up his sleeve,
Beware the Card Shark, if you dare to deceive.
Prompt: The Old Spooky Graveyard, a place of mystery,
Where shadows lurk, and whispers whisper eerily,
Tombstones weathered, with names long gone,
A haunted place, as night draws on.
Moonlight filters, through branches bare,
Casting eerie shadows, in the misty air,
Ghostly apparitions, a spectral sight,
A haunting scene, in the pale moonlight.
Whispers echo, among the graves,
Of souls departed, with stories to pave,
Legends of old, and tales untold,
In The Old Spooky Graveyard, mysteries unfold.
Leaves rustle, with a ghostly sound,
As if the spirits themselves are around,
A chill in the air, a shiver down the spine,
In The Old Spooky Graveyard, a place divine.
But as the dawn breaks, and night gives way,
The Old Spooky Graveyard, in the light of day,
Becomes a peaceful resting place,
Where memories linger, with grace.
A reminder of those who came before,
Whose stories live on, forevermore,
The Old Spooky Graveyard, a place of reverence,
A timeless testament, to life's impermanence.
Prompt: I've been bending backwards 'til I'm broke Watching all these dreams go up in smoke Let beauty come out of ashes, surreal, intricate, complementary colors, accurate, digital painting, fantasy, fantastic view, cinematic lighting, crisp quality, cinematic postprocessing, HQ, 8k, ultra detailed, award winning, a masterpiece, Toosh Toosh, Anna Dittmann, Alphonse Mucha, Jordan Grimmer, Ismail Inceoglu, Huang Guangjian, Dan Witz, Sherry Akrami, Ferdinand Knab, Salvador Dalí, Naoto Hattori, Tom Bagshaw, Johnson Tsang, Carrie Ann Baade, Android Jones, Daniel F Gerhartz, Gustave Dore, H.R. Giger, Junji Ito, Meghan Duncanson, Jennifer Lommers, Didier Lourenço, Blake Neubert, Jacek Yerka, Michelangelo, Gediminas Pranckevicius, Catherine Abel, George Callaghan, Jean Baptiste Monge, Jessica Rossier, Brian Froud, Gustave Baumann, Hugo Pratt, Nicki Boehme, Thomas Kinkade, Marianne Fons, Z.L. Feng, Josephine Wall, Artgerm, Van Gogh, Pino Daeni, Alex Alemany, Ivan Shishkin, Dan Seagrave, Erik Johansson, Peter Mohrbacher, Tomasz Alen Kopera, Dariusz Zawadzki, Zdzisław Beksiński, Anato Finnstark, Flavio Greco Paglia, Artstation
Prompt: Aliens Among Us, from beyond the stars,
Mysterious beings, with customs bizarre,
Unseen and hidden, in plain sight,
Observing our world, day and night.
They walk among us, incognito,
Their presence veiled, a secret show,
In human guise, they blend so well,
Amongst the crowds, they silently dwell.
Their minds are sharp, their thoughts unknown,
Their motives unclear, their origins not shown,
Do they come in peace, or with intent?
Aliens Among Us, a puzzle to invent.
Perhaps they watch us with curiosity,
Or study our ways with scrutiny,
What knowledge do they seek to gain,
From our planet, on which they deign?
Are they friends or foes, we do not know,
As they move among us, to and fro,
A mystery that lingers, a puzzle unsolved,
Aliens Among Us, yet to be evolved.
Prompt: Beautiful African village woman, hyper-realistic, hyper-detailed fantasy art; elegant, intricate, detailed, symmetrical face, accurate anatomy and eyes. no watermark.
Prompt: A walk through Versailles, hallway, many paintings on the wall In Versailles Hallway, grand and bright,
A regal scene, a royal sight,
Gilded walls with mirrors gleaming,
A palace of opulence, beyond dreaming.
Marble floors, polished to a sheen,
Chandeliers casting a golden beam,
Ornate ceilings adorned with art,
A gallery of splendor, a work of heart.
Whispers of history in every wall,
Whispers of secrets, grand and small,
Echoes of kings and queens of yore,
A testament to grandeur, forevermore.
In Versailles Hallway, a timeless hall,
Where beauty and majesty enthral,
A treasure of the past, a royal display,
A testament to opulence that won't fade away.
Prompt: A ring so radiant, a symbol of love,
A treasure cherished, like a treasure trove.
A promise made, a bond so true,
Sealed with a ring, shiny and new.
A sparkling gem, with a diamond's gleam,
A token of devotion, a lover's dream.
A circle of eternity, never-ending,
A love that's pure, forever blending.
On bended knee, a question asked,
A moment of joy, a love unmasked.
A "yes" that brings a joyful tear,
A future bright, without a fear.
The engagement ring, a precious token,
A love story, forever unspoken.
A symbol of commitment, so pure,
A love that's timeless, strong, and sure.
Prompt: Through the woods, a winding trail,
A hiker's dream, without fail.
With sturdy boots and backpack light,
The adventure starts, a thrilling sight.
The path ahead, a scenic view,
With mountains grand and skies so blue.
Birds chirp and rustling leaves abound,
Nature's symphony, a peaceful sound.
Up and down, through valleys wide,
The hiker's heart is full of pride.
Over rocks and streams, they trek,
A journey to remember, neck-deep in nature's deck.
With every step, a new surprise,
A waterfall's mist, a rainbow's rise.
The air so crisp, the scent so pure,
The hiking trail, a nature lover's cure.
As sunset paints the sky in gold,
The hiker's story, yet untold.
With memories etched in heart and mind,
The hiking trail, a treasure to find.
Prompt: In moments fleeting, time moves fast,
But memories can forever last.
They're treasured gems, in our hearts kept,
A treasure trove, that's never slept.
From childhood days, so full of wonder,
To cherished moments, we'll never squander.
From laughter shared, to tears we shed,
Memories etched, in hearts and head.
From walks on beaches, hand in hand,
To stargazing, on nights so grand.
From whispered secrets, in the dark,
To heartfelt conversations, leaving their mark.
From adventures bold, in foreign lands,
To quiet moments, holding hands.
From milestones reached, and dreams pursued,
To simple joys, in moments so imbued.
Memories made, a tapestry of life,
With colors vivid, amid the strife.
They're precious gems, to cherish dear,
For making memories last, is what we hold near.
So let's embrace each moment now,
With loved ones close, and hearts aglow.
For memories made, are treasures to keep,
Forever cherished, in hearts so deep.
Prompt: A faded fabric, weathered and worn,
A cherished memory, since time was born.
An old bandana, tattered and torn,
Holds stories of adventures, and memories adorned.
Wrapped around a head, so long ago,
On dusty trails, or a mountain's snow.
A faithful companion, through thick and thin,
A symbol of strength, in the face of sin.
It saw the sun, and felt the rain,
Witnessed triumphs, and felt the pain.
A trusted companion, through highs and lows,
A faithful reminder, wherever one goes.
From battles fought, to journeys made,
The old bandana, a loyal aid.
A symbol of courage, and tales of old,
A keepsake treasured, with stories untold.
Though frayed and faded, it still holds sway,
A symbol of memories, that never fade away.
The old bandana, a cherished friend,
A memento of a journey, that will never end.
Prompt: In a house so old, with secrets untold,
Lies a doll with a story, eerie and bold.
Its name is Robert, a toy so strange,
With a chilling aura, that can unsettle and change.
Its glassy eyes, so piercing and bright,
Hold a haunting gaze, in the dead of night.
Its stitched-up grin, a sinister smirk,
A mystery shrouded, in a sense of murk.
Legend has it, it's cursed to the core,
With tales of mischief, and much, much more.
Whispers of whispers, heard in the dark,
A presence unseen, but leaves its mark.
Footsteps echoing, when no one is near,
Objects moving, without cause, it's clear.
A chill in the air, a feeling of dread,
Robert the doll, a ghostly thread.
Some say it's just a tale, a hoax, a ruse,
But those who've encountered, know the truth they can't refuse.
A doll with a past, a presence so real,
Robert the haunted doll, an enigma to feel.
Prompt: A podium awaits, a stage is set,
For a great debate, a challenge met.
Two sides collide, in verbal duel,
With passion and facts, they aim to fuel.
Arguments crafted, points well-made,
Each side vying, to persuade.
With eloquence and rhetoric, they strive,
To convince the audience, and come alive.
The stakes are high, the tension grows,
As speakers present their views and woes.
With words as swords, they clash and spar,
In a verbal contest, both near and far.
Emotions rise, opinions clash,
Facts and opinions, in a verbal splash.
The audience listens, with eager ears,
As the debaters make their cases clear.
In the end, a winner declared,
Or perhaps, opinions still aired.
The great debate, a battle fought,
With words as weapons, passionately wrought.
A forum for discourse, ideas exchanged,
Perspectives challenged, opinions rearranged.
The art of persuasion, on full display,
In "The Great Debate", come what may.
Prompt: Life's journey, bound by chains,
Of triumphs and failures, joys and pains.
We strive and struggle, with every breath,
In pursuit of dreams, or to conquer death.
Chains of expectations, society's norms,
Dictating our path, in prescribed forms.
Bound by obligations, duties to fulfill,
Sometimes losing ourselves, against our will.
Chains of memories, both sweet and sour,
Moments cherished, or ones we'd rather devour.
Holding us back, or propelling us forward,
Shackles of the past, sometimes a burden.
Chains of fears, doubts that hold us tight,
Limiting our reach, blocking our sight.
Holding us back from taking a leap,
Keeping us within a comfort zone, so deep.
Yet, amidst the chains, there's strength to find,
A fire within, a spirit that's not confined.
Breaking free, with courage and might,
Embracing life's journey, in a daring flight.
So, let us strive, and break the chains,
Embrace the unknown, and break the constraints.
Life's journey, a symphony to play,
Unfolding before us, each and every day.
Prompt: In the courtroom, a somber scene,
A defendant's fate, yet to glean.
The gavel falls, the trial begins,
As the accused awaits, with bated grins.
Charges levied, accusations made,
A case to prove, or to evade.
The tension high, the stakes are dire,
As the accused stands, facing the fire.
Witnesses testify, evidence presented,
The truth sought after, justice vented.
The defense pleads, the prosecution's strong,
As the accused's fate hangs, for so long.
The verdict's in, the judgment rendered,
A moment of truth, that leaves hearts tender.
Innocent or guilty, the decision made,
The accused's destiny, now conveyed.
The trial ends, with a final plea,
For mercy or justice, to set them free.
The accused departs, with a heavy heart,
Facing the consequences, a life apart.
Prompt: A kiddie pool, a summer delight,
A haven for kids, from morning till night.
A shallow oasis, just the right size,
Filled with water, up to their thighs.
With giggles and splashes, they make a splash,
In their own little pool, a watery bash.
They splash and play, with laughter and glee,
A summer wonderland, for them to be free.
Inflatable toys and floaties abound,
In the kiddie pool, a fun playground.
With water guns and buckets to pour,
Endless excitement, that they adore.
Their little toes dipped in cool water,
A summer treat, that couldn't be hotter.
A world of joy, so bright and cool,
In the kiddie pool, their very own pool.
So let them play, under the sun's warm rays,
In their kiddie pool, on carefree days.
A summer oasis, a splashy delight,
Where kids can play, from morning till night.
Prompt: The world's smallest dog, a tiny ball of fur,
A pint-sized pup, so dainty and demure.
With a wagging tail and eyes so bright,
A precious bundle, a delightful sight.
No bigger than a teacup, oh, so small,
But with a heart so big, it captivates all.
A tiny bark, a high-pitched sound,
Yet it fills the room, with joy profound.
In its little world, it runs and plays,
Bringing smiles and laughter, all the days.
A tiny companion, loyal and true,
A miniature wonder, a love so pure and new.
So small in size, but grand in heart,
A cherished pet, a work of art.
The world's smallest dog, a treasure so sweet,
A bundle of joy, a furry treat.
Prompt: Dad's old baseball mitt, worn and tattered,
A treasure from the past, memories scattered.
A relic of his youth, a game he played,
A symbol of his skills, the accolades he made.
With weathered leather, cracked and frayed,
It witnessed victories, where he once displayed,
His prowess on the field, a player so bold,
Catching fly balls, a story often told.
Though time has passed, and years have flown,
That mitt still holds the magic it's known.
For in Dad's heart, it's more than just a glove,
It's a symbol of his love for the game, his eternal love.
So he keeps it safe, a cherished treasure,
A reminder of his glory days of leisure,
And when he holds it close, memories lit,
Forever cherished, Dad's old baseball mitt.
Prompt: In the kitchen, warm and cozy,
Where the aroma's sweet and rosy,
Grandma bakes with love so true,
Her famous apple pie for me and you.
With apples plucked from the tree,
Handpicked with care, so patiently,
She peels and slices, just right,
Adding spices with delight.
A pinch of cinnamon, a dash of nutmeg,
A sprinkle of sugar, just a peg,
She rolls the dough with tender care,
Her culinary expertise so rare.
Into the oven, it goes to bake,
The anticipation hard to shake,
As the scent fills every nook and cranny,
My taste buds dance a merry fandango.
Golden crust, a sight to behold,
Juicy apples, caramelized and bold,
Grandma's apple pie, a treasured delight,
A scrumptious treat, morning, noon, and night.
So, we gather 'round the table with a sigh,
Grateful for Grandma's love and pie,
Savoring each bite with joy and cheer,
For Grandma's apple pie brings us near.
Prompt: A melody so sweet and pure,
A heavenly tune that will endure,
An angel's song, a seraph's voice,
That makes the heart and soul rejoice.
With notes that soar and lyrics soar,
A celestial hymn to adore,
A chorus sung by angel's choir,
That lifts the spirit, takes us higher.
An angel's song, a gift of grace,
A glimpse of heaven's radiant face,
A melody that heals and mends,
And to our souls, a solace sends.
So close your eyes, and listen well,
To angel's song, a wondrous spell,
That fills the air with harmonies,
And echoes through eternity's seas.
For angel's song, a timeless treasure,
A symphony of boundless measure,
A melody that heals and mends,
An angel's song, that never ends.
Prompt: In the soft glow of candlelight,
Whispers dance in the quiet night,
A flickering flame, a gentle glow,
As secrets shared, love's stories flow.
The warmth of the flame, a tender touch,
A love that's deep, it means so much,
The shadows dance, the whispers rise,
In the candlelight's romantic guise.
Two hearts entwined, side by side,
A love that's true, a love that's wide,
The flickering flame, a witness true,
To love's embrace, so pure and true.
In candlelight's embrace, they find,
A love that's pure, a love that's kind,
Whispers of love, like poetry spoken,
In the candlelight's glow, hearts awoken.
So let the candles whisper and glow,
A love that's eternal, a love that's aglow,
In candlelight's embrace, love's story told,
A love that's cherished, a love that's bold.
Prompt: Two hearts in sync, beating as one,
A symphony of love, forever begun,
In perfect rhythm, a melody so sweet,
A harmony of hearts, a love complete.
With every breath, they share the air,
In every moment, a love so rare,
Their souls entwined, their spirits aligned,
A harmony of hearts, forever signed.
Through trials and tests, they stay strong,
A love that's enduring, lasting long,
In harmony they dance, in each other's arms,
A love that's destined, with endless charms.
In laughter and tears, they find delight,
In each other's presence, day and night,
Their love a symphony, a timeless art,
A harmony of hearts, forever in their heart.
So let us celebrate this love so true,
A bond that's special, and forever new,
A symphony of hearts, a love divine,
In perfect harmony, for all of time.
Prompt: A kaleidoscope of memories, bright and bold,
In hues of silver, crimson, and gold,
A tapestry of moments, stitched with love,
Woven into a treasure trove, from above.
The laughter shared, the tears shed,
The dreams pursued, the words unsaid,
The places explored, the songs sung,
The battles fought, the victories won.
A kaleidoscope of memories, forever gleaming,
A mosaic of life, ever teeming,
Each piece unique, with its own hue,
A symphony of moments, old and new.
The sweet whispers of love, the warmth of a touch,
The scent of blooming flowers, the taste of a clutch,
The sights that mesmerize, the sounds that enthrall,
A kaleidoscope of memories, cherished above all.
Through the twists and turns of life's grand dance,
The memories remain, in a timeless trance,
They paint a portrait of a life well-lived,
A kaleidoscope of memories, eternally preserved.
So hold them close, these memories dear,
For they are the treasures we hold most near,
A kaleidoscope of moments, forever bright,
Guiding us through life's journey, with their radiant light.
Prompt: In the ring, with gloves of leather,
Moves a fighter, with a spirit that's clever,
Throwing jabs and hooks, left and right,
A shadow boxer, a formidable sight.
His movements swift, his footwork keen,
A boxing master, a fighting machine,
Dancing with shadows, in a graceful sway,
A display of skill, in a rhythmic play.
He ducks and weaves, with lightning speed,
Dodging punches, with a skillful heed,
His fists flying, in a dazzling show,
A shadow boxer, with an unstoppable flow.
He shadows his opponent, with keen eyes,
Anticipating moves, with clever tries,
Throwing combos, with precision and grace,
A shadow boxer, in a boxing embrace.
He fights his battles, in the ring of air,
A shadow boxer, with an invisible flair,
Training hard, with unwavering might,
A warrior of shadows, in the fading light.
So, let's applaud the shadow boxer's might,
In the ring of shadows, he fights the fight,
A champion of skill, with moves so bright,
The shadow boxer, a true boxing delight.
Prompt: Under a moonlit sky, I set sail,
With the moon as my guide, without fail,
A journey to the horizon wide,
Sailing with the moon, a wondrous ride.
The stars above, like twinkling lights,
Illuminate the waters, in surreal sights,
A celestial path, on waves so serene,
As I sail with the moon, in a tranquil scene.
The moon's reflection, on the water's face,
Adds a touch of magic, to this moonlit grace,
Guiding my vessel, with its gentle glow,
A celestial compass, in the night's soft flow.
The night breeze whispers, a soothing song,
As I sail along, all night long,
With the moon as my companion bright,
A celestial partner, in the moon's soft light.
The silence of the night, so profound,
As I sail with the moon, without a sound,
Lost in the beauty, of this nighttime tale,
Sailing with the moon, a dreamy sail.
So, let's sail away, with the moon above,
In a moonlit journey, filled with love,
A magical adventure, under the night's boon,
Sailing with the moon, to an ethereal tune.
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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