Prompt: As the sun descends, in hues of gold,
The sky transforms, a sight so bold,
The dusk arrives, with its mystical charms,
A canvas painted, with twilight's arms.
The clouds aglow, in fiery shades,
The landscape bathed, in golden braids,
The stars begin, to twinkle bright,
A celestial show, in the fading light.
The moon ascends, with its gentle glow,
A silvery orb, casting shadows below,
The world enveloped, in a dreamy haze,
A captivating scene, in dusk's embrace.
Fireflies dance, with twinkling light,
Like tiny stars, in the dusky night,
Their glow enchanting, a magical sight,
Adding charm, to dusk's fading light.
The breeze whispers, a lullaby,
As dusk descends, with a gentle sigh,
A time of wonder, a time of peace,
As nature's beauty, finds its release.
So, let's revel in dusk's dazzling delights,
As the day bids farewell, and the night takes flight,
A mesmerizing spectacle, a moment to savor,
Dusk's enchantment, a treasure to forever savor.
Prompt: In blooming springs, where nature wakes,
Fluttering wings, with joyous takes,
Birds take flight, in a graceful display,
Their wings ablaze, in a dazzling array.
They soar and swoop, in the skies so blue,
With melodies that charm anew,
Their plumage bright, a vibrant sight,
As they dance with joy, in pure delight.
Their wings beat fast, in rhythmic pace,
A symphony of motion, a timeless grace,
They chase the winds, with boundless glee,
In blooming springs, so wild and free.
They build their nests, with love and care,
In branches high, in the fragrant air,
They tend to eggs, with gentle beaks,
Awaiting hatchlings, small and meek.
And when the fledglings spread their wings,
The world, to them, a wonder brings,
They join the dance, with hearts so light,
In blooming springs, a breathtaking sight.
So, let's celebrate the fluttering wings,
In blooming springs, where nature sings,
A season of renewal, a time of cheer,
As life awakens, with wings so near.
Prompt: On a ladder tall, stood a cherry picker,
A skilled worker, a fruit-picker sticker,
With nimble hands and steady gaze,
He plucked cherries in a fruitful craze.
Up in the trees, with baskets to fill,
He climbed with skill, up the hill,
Selecting cherries, ripe and red,
With a keen eye and a careful tread.
He reached for the juiciest fruit,
With fingers swift, he didn't pollute,
Each cherry picked with utmost care,
In the warm summer's fragrant air.
He filled his baskets, one by one,
Under the sun, till the day was done,
With cherries plucked from limb to limb,
A bountiful harvest, a fruitful hymn.
The cherry picker, with his toil and sweat,
A harvest he'd never forget,
For in his labor, a sweet reward,
The taste of cherries, a treasure untoward.
So, let's raise a toast to the cherry picker,
A fruit-picker sticker, a tireless worker,
For in his skill and diligent hand,
He brings us cherries, a gift so grand.
Prompt: A dance of elements, a mesmerizing sight,
Fire and ice, in a duet of delight,
They twirl and swirl in a cosmic trance,
In a fiery waltz, an icy dance.
Fire leaps and crackles with vibrant hue,
Its flames reach high, reaching anew,
It dances with passion, fierce and bold,
A blazing beauty, untamed and untold.
Ice glimmers and sparkles with icy sheen,
Its crystal facets, cold and serene,
It glides with grace, in a frigid embrace,
A frosty elegance, in a glistening chase.
They twirl and twist, in a cosmic ballet,
A dance of opposites, in perfect display,
Fire and ice, in a dance of extremes,
A mesmerizing spectacle, beyond our dreams.
The heat and cold, a harmonious blend,
In a dance of contrast, they transcend,
A symphony of elements, a cosmic embrace,
In the dance of fire and ice, a celestial grace.
So, let's behold this wondrous sight,
The dance of fire and ice, with pure delight,
For in their union, a magic is born,
A captivating spectacle, forever to adorn.
Prompt: With a flick of his wrist and a mystic command,
The magician wields his wand, so grand,
He conjures tricks that awe and amaze,
With every spell, a spellbinding blaze.
He plucks flowers from an empty hat,
And makes coins disappear, just like that,
He saws a lady in half with a grin,
Then puts her back, intact again.
He pulls a rabbit from his sleeve,
And makes it vanish, to deceive,
He makes cards float in midair,
And reads minds with a mystic flair.
He casts illusions, one by one,
A master of his craft, second to none,
His stage is set with wonder and delight,
As he captivates with his magical sight.
But the true magic lies within,
In the joy he brings, with a knowing grin,
For in his tricks and mesmerizing show,
He sparks imagination and wonder's glow.
So, let's applaud the magician's art,
As he weaves his spell with a skillful start,
For in his magic, we find delight,
And a moment of awe that shines so bright.
Prompt: The sky, a canvas painted bright,
With hues of gold and crimson light,
As birds take flight with wings spread wide,
And sing their songs to reach the sky's high tide.
A lark with melodies so sweet,
Trills and trills in rhythmic beat,
Its voice a gift from heaven's grace,
A song that lifts the spirit's pace.
The owl, with hoots that echo far,
In midnight sky, a twinkling star,
Its solemn call, a haunting tune,
That lulls the world to slumber's swoon.
The eagle, soaring through the blue,
Its piercing cry, a warrior's cue,
A symphony of strength and might,
A testament to freedom's flight.
Oh, songs of the sky, a soaring choir,
A symphony that never tires,
From dawn till dusk, in day or night,
Your melodies bring pure delight.
So, let us listen with hearts aglow,
To nature's chorus, high and low,
For in the sky's vast expanse above,
The songs of the sky inspire with love.
Prompt: Raindrops on petals, a symphony of grace,
Nature's tears, on a delicate embrace,
A dance of moisture, a gentle caress,
Enhancing beauty, with nature's finesse.
Each raindrop glistens, like a crystal bead,
Reflecting colors, a shimmering creed,
On petals soft, with hues so bright,
A stunning contrast, in nature's light.
The raindrops fall, in a rhythmic flow,
Nourishing the petals, with a loving show,
Quenching their thirst, with life's sweet gift,
As petals unfurl, in a graceful uplift.
Raindrops on petals, a fleeting delight,
A moment of magic, a mesmerizing sight,
A reminder of nature's wonders so true,
In raindrops on petals, a gift anew.
Prompt: Wandering souls, adrift in the night,
Seeking solace, in the moon's soft light,
Roaming through life, with hearts untamed,
Searching for meaning, in a world unnamed.
They wander through valleys, and climb the peaks,
Through deserts barren, and forests deep,
They travel far, with restless feet,
In an eternal quest, their destiny to meet.
Seeking answers to questions profound,
Lost in the echoes of the world's sound,
They yearn for purpose, a sense of belonging,
For truths that resonate, with souls so longing.
They meet fellow travelers along the way,
Sharing stories, in the light of day,
Connecting through their shared desires,
Kindred spirits, with similar fires.
Wandering souls, with hearts so bold,
Embracing the journey, as stories unfold,
They find beauty in the unknown,
In the vastness of life, a treasure to own.
For in the wandering, they discover the key,
That home is not a place, but a feeling so free,
It's in the journey, where souls come alive,
Wandering, exploring, as they strive.
So let us wander, with open hearts,
Embrace the unknown, as each day starts,
For in the wandering, we may find,
That life's greatest truths, are one of a kind.
Prompt: Golden sands and saltwater kisses,
A paradise where love never misses,
Where the sun meets the sea in a fiery embrace,
And time slows down in a tranquil space.
The beach stretches wide, a sandy shore,
With waves that whisper, an endless roar,
As palm trees sway in a gentle breeze,
And seagulls soar above with graceful ease.
Hand in hand, we walk along the coast,
In awe of nature's beauty, we're engrossed,
With golden sand between our toes,
And saltwater kisses on our nose.
We watch the sunset, a masterpiece in the sky,
As colors blend and the day says goodbye,
The horizon painted in hues so grand,
A sight that takes our breath away, unplanned.
Under the stars, we sit by the shore,
Lost in the magic, forevermore,
With golden sands and saltwater kisses,
A love so pure, a moment of blisses.
Prompt: Melting snowflakes, a fleeting sight,
Glistening gems in the morning light,
Descending from the heavens above,
Unique and delicate, a gift of love.
Formed in the clouds with icy grace,
Each one with its intricate lace,
Floating down to the frozen ground,
A winter's wonder, without a sound.
Yet the sun's warmth begins to rise,
Kissing each snowflake with gentle sighs,
They melt away, in a quiet dance,
Returning to water's liquid trance.
Their beauty brief, but never lost,
As they join the streams, a journey's cost,
Flowing towards a new beginning,
A transformation, an endless spinning.
Melting snowflakes, a transient art,
Reminding us of life's constant depart,
That moments pass, and seasons change,
Yet beauty lingers, in every range.
Prompt: Journey to the Heart's Oasis, a quest divine,
Across deserts of longing, under a blazing shine,
Through trials and tribulations, a perilous way,
To find the oasis where love holds sway.
With faith as his compass, he sets forth,
On a path of passion, a treasure trove of worth,
Through scorching sands of doubt and fear,
He perseveres, for love is near.
He braves the storms of doubt and despair,
With hope as his guide, he's determined to dare,
To quench his soul's thirst, to find his delight,
In the heart's oasis, a sanctuary of light.
He journeys on, with love in his sight,
His heart beats faster, with each step of the fight,
And as he reaches the oasis, he's overcome,
By the beauty of love, a treasure to become.
In the heart's oasis, he finds pure bliss,
A refuge of love, a haven of pure kiss,
Where dreams come alive, and hearts entwine,
In a journey to the heart's oasis, a love so divine.
Prompt: Lost in the Stars, a tale of wonder,
A journey bound by lightning and thunder,
Through galaxies vast, uncharted and bright,
Where mysteries dwell in celestial light.
A lone explorer, seeking his way,
Guided by constellations at play,
In search of answers, he roams afar,
Lost in the stars, beyond planet and star.
Through cosmic dust, he ventures on,
Past swirling nebulas, a cosmic con,
The universe unfolds in splendorous display,
Yet he's but a speck, on this cosmic highway.
Lost in the stars, he finds his place,
Amidst the wonders of infinite space,
A tiny fragment in the cosmic grand,
A part of something he can't understand.
Lost in the stars, he's humbled and awed,
By the vastness of creation, a divine facade,
And as he gazes at the celestial glow,
He realizes he's never truly alone below.
For in the stars, he finds his reflection,
A reminder of his earthly connection,
Lost in the stars, yet grounded in heart,
He's part of the cosmos, a celestial art.
Prompt: As winter's grip begins to fade,
And nature wakes from slumber's shade,
The air is filled with scents so sweet,
As fragrant whispers of spring greet.
Blossoms burst in colors bright,
A symphony of petals in sunlight,
Their fragrances dance on the breeze,
A symphony of scents that please.
The cherry blossoms blush in pink,
As if nature herself wants to wink,
The daffodils nod in golden grace,
Announcing spring's arrival with grace.
The lilacs perfume the air,
With their fragrance rich and rare,
As butterflies flutter in delight,
Savoring nature's fragrant flight.
The whispers of spring, so soft and sweet,
In every bloom and blossom, a treat,
A symphony of scents, a sensory bliss,
As nature awakens with fragrant kiss.
Prompt: In the silence of the night,
Beneath the starry sky's gentle light,
A dreamscape unfolds, celestial and bright,
A realm of wonder, a heavenly sight.
The moon casts shadows, soft and deep,
As stars twinkle, their secrets to keep,
A cosmic canvas painted with care,
A dreamscape that's beyond compare.
In this realm, dreams take flight,
Bathed in moonbeams, pure and white,
A symphony of visions, a celestial show,
Where dreams and reality gently flow.
In this dreamscape, possibilities abound,
A playground of wonders to be found,
Where wishes take shape and hopes come alive,
In a celestial dreamscape, dreams thrive.
So close your eyes and let your mind soar,
To a realm where dreams open every door,
Where magic and wonder fill the air,
In a celestial dreamscape, beyond compare.
Prompt: In the stillness of the night, when all is calm,
The mist rolls in with its ethereal charm,
A veil of mystery, a ghostly cloak,
Enveloping the landscape, in whispers spoke.
And from within the mist, a melody rings,
Haunting, alluring, the soul it sings,
A tune of longing, of memories lost,
Echoes of the past, with emotions tossed.
The mist dances to the haunting tune,
A spectral waltz, under the moon,
Its tendrils reaching, swirling in the air,
A spectral symphony, beyond compare.
The melodies of the mist, a bittersweet refrain,
A haunting serenade, a mournful strain,
A reminder of the past, a memory's kiss,
Enveloped in the mist's ghostly abyss.
Yet in its eerie beauty, there's solace found,
As the mist and melodies, together, astound,
A captivating spectacle, a spectral twist,
The haunting melodies of the mist.
Prompt: Beneath the moon's embrace, a lover's tryst,
A moment stolen, in the night's soft mist,
Two hearts entwined, in a dance of desire,
A love that burns with a passionate fire.
The moonlight shines upon their faces,
As they share embraces and stolen embraces,
Whispered words and tender sighs,
Under the moonlit skies.
Hand in hand, they walk a moonlit path,
Lost in each other's eyes, escaping the world's wrath,
The night their sanctuary, their haven divine,
Beneath the moon's embrace, their love will shine.
Time stands still in this enchanted place,
As they bask in love's embrace,
The moon a witness to their love's sweet grace,
A treasure found, in the moon's embrace.
Prompt: Hush now, my dear, don't shed a tear,
Lay down your head, let go of fear,
Though your heart may feel torn apart,
I'll sing to you a lullaby for a broken heart.
Close your eyes, let the pain subside,
As I sing to you, by your side,
My soothing words, a gentle balm,
To ease your heart with healing calm.
Though love may sometimes fade away,
Leaving scars that seem to stay,
Remember, dear, you're not alone,
In this lullaby, I make my home.
I'll sing of hope and brighter days,
Of love that's true in countless ways,
I'll sing of dreams and second chances,
Of love that mends and heart advances.
So rest your weary soul tonight,
In my lullaby's sweetest light,
Tomorrow's dawn, a brand new start,
As I sing to you, my lullaby for a broken heart.
Prompt: Beneath the moon's soft silver glow,
Stands a tree that's seen it all, you know,
Its branches reaching high and wide,
A sentinel of nature's pride.
With gnarled bark and leaves so green,
A canopy that's serene,
A home to birds and squirrels too,
The old willow tree, a world anew.
Its roots run deep into the earth,
A witness to time's endless mirth,
With branches swaying in the breeze,
It whispers secrets to the seas.
It's seen the passing of the years,
Through laughter, joy, and sometimes tears,
A shelter in the storm's embrace,
A solace in a troubled place.
Its branches tell a thousand tales,
Of stories woven through the trails,
Of lovers' trysts and children's play,
Under its canopy, day by day.
Though old and weathered, it stands tall,
A testament to nature's thrall,
A timeless beauty, ageless and free,
The old willow tree, a sight to see.
Prompt: As dawn breaks and night takes flight,
Aurora paints the sky with colors bright,
A dazzling spectacle, a heavenly sight,
A dance of light, pure delight.
A canvas of hues, a masterpiece,
A symphony of colors that never cease,
From crimson red to golden fleece,
Aurora's beauty brings us peace.
Her playful dance, a celestial show,
A waltz of light, a radiant glow,
Her elegance, her grace, on full display,
Aurora's delight, a gift each day.
Nature's canvas, a work of art,
Aurora's magic, straight to the heart,
A fleeting moment, a gift from above,
Aurora's delight, a treasure to love.
Prompt: In the beginning, just a glance,
A fleeting moment, a stolen chance,
Two hearts met, a spark ignited,
A love story, yet unscripted.
With shy smiles and blushing cheeks,
They danced the dance that passion seeks,
Whispers shared, secrets unveiled,
Love's enchantment never failed.
Days turned to weeks, weeks to years,
Through laughter, joy, and tears,
Their love grew stronger, deep and true,
A story written in hues of blue.
Together they weathered storms and strife,
Holding on to love with all their life,
Embracing each chapter, page by page,
Creating a tale for every age.
Through trials and tribulations faced,
They found solace in love's warm embrace,
For in each other, they found their home,
A love that was meant to truly roam.
Now as they stand, side by side,
Hand in hand, with hearts open wide,
They marvel at love's wondrous glory,
The unfolding of their own love story.
A tale of love that's ever evolving,
A bond that's deep and always revolving,
A story that's written in their hearts,
A love that never truly departs.
Prompt: In the stillness of the night,
Beneath the moon's soft gentle light,
A dreamer sits in quiet contemplation,
Lost in thoughts, a world of imagination.
Reflecting on the dreams once dreamed,
Of adventures wild and fantasies deemed,
A lifetime of hopes, desires, and schemes,
All woven together in dazzling themes.
A dreamer's heart beats with passion's fire,
A soul that yearns to reach higher,
To chase the stars and touch the sky,
To paint the world with dreams so spry.
In the depths of the dreamer's mind,
A treasure trove of visions find,
Of far-off lands and wondrous sights,
Of soaring heights and dazzling lights.
Yet, dreams can be elusive, fleeting,
Like wisps of mist, ever-changing, repeating,
Sometimes just a glimpse of what could be,
A fleeting moment of pure reverie.
But the dreamer's spirit remains undeterred,
For a dreamer's heart cannot be curbed,
They chase their dreams with unwavering might,
Guided by their inner light.
Reflections of a dreamer's past,
A tapestry of memories amassed,
Of victories won and failures faced,
Prompt: Beneath the sky's vast expanse,
Lies the ocean's deep and quiet trance,
Its surface glistens with a tranquil sheen,
A world unknown, serene and pristine.
But beneath the calm, a story untold,
Of ancient tales and mysteries bold,
Of secrets kept, locked in its heart,
And tears shed in silence, a timeless art.
The ocean weeps, in its own way,
With silent tears that ebb and sway,
A sorrow hidden, a pain unseen,
In the depths of blue, a world so serene.
Its tears are pearls, precious and pure,
Glistening in the depths, a treasure sure,
For every drop holds a story deep,
Of a love lost, or memories to keep.
The ocean's tears are shed in solitude,
A silent lament, a quiet interlude,
They hold the whispers of distant shores,
Of tales of triumphs and ancient wars.
They hold the secrets of forgotten lands,
Of shipwrecks sunk by nature's hands,
Of creatures lost, and dreams untold,
Silent tears of the ocean, precious gold.
They dance with the moon's silver light,
Glowing softly in the depths of the night,
A silent symphony of grief and pain,
Whispering tales of loss and gain.
Prompt: In a meadow bathed in golden light,
Where flowers bloom with colors bright,
They sway and twirl with graceful ease,
Nature's beauty, a waltz of flowers in the breeze.
Petals of red, yellow, pink, and blue,
Each one unique in shape and hue,
Their fragrant scent fills the air,
A symphony of colors, beyond compare.
Dancing gently in the morning light,
Their movements soft, a mesmerizing sight,
As the breeze whispers secrets sweet,
They sway and bow in a graceful feat.
Like ballerinas on a floral stage,
They pirouette and twirl with grace,
Their stems like slender arms outstretched,
A ballet of flowers, a sight to be fetched.
Their delicate petals catch the sun's warm kiss,
Glowing with radiance, pure and bliss,
Their petals flutter, as if in a trance,
A floral ballet, a nature's dance.
Oh, how they sway and pirouette,
A ballet that nature will never forget,
Their dance a celebration of life's sweet song,
As they dance along, all day long.
So let us join this floral ballet,
And dance with flowers in a joyful way,
Prompt: With a beep and a bleep, he's on the prowl,
A treasure hunter with a metal detector, scowl.
His headphones on, he scans the ground,
A treasure trove just waiting to be found.
In parks and fields, he combs with care,
A seasoned pro, aware and aware.
A glint of gold, a flash of silver,
His heart races, his pulse a quiver.
He digs with zeal, with shovel and spade,
The anticipation cannot be delayed.
The beep gets louder, the target near,
He imagines riches, oh so clear!
But alas, it's just a rusty nail,
His hopes dashed, he cannot prevail.
Undeterred, he moves along,
Hoping for a melody of metal song.
He scans again, with patience and grace,
Covering every inch, every trace.
For he knows the joy of a rare find,
A relic of history, one of a kind.
And so he persists, with passion and might,
Chasing treasures from morning till night.
A metal detectorist, a seeker of lore,
Unearthing secrets, forevermore.
Prompt: In the kitchen, a master at work,
A culinary genius, a culinary perk.
With skill and flair, and a chef's finesse,
The Iron Chef, creating culinary success.
With knife in hand, and flames aglow,
A culinary battlefield, a high-stakes show.
Creating dishes, a true work of art,
With flavors that dance, and thrill the heart.
From exotic spices to fresh ingredients,
A symphony of tastes, a culinary brilliance.
Innovative techniques, and creativity,
A culinary wizard, with culinary dexterity.
Against the clock, and the judges' taste,
The Iron Chef, a culinary race.
With passion and precision, and years of training,
A culinary legend, always remaining.
The kitchen is a canvas, the ingredients, the paint,
The Iron Chef, a culinary saint.
A culinary maestro, a true master,
Creating culinary wonders, faster and faster.
Prompt: Beyond the veil, a world unseen,
A realm of wonders, yet to glean.
Where mysteries dwell, in shadows deep,
A secret realm, where dreams may creep.
Beyond the veil, a realm of awe,
Where truth and fantasy enthrall.
Where spirits linger, whispers sigh,
A world of magic, soaring high.
Beyond the veil, a realm of might,
Where reality meets the night.
Where imagination knows no bound,
And possibilities can be found.
Beyond the veil, a world so vast,
A journey into the unknown, so vast.
Where the veil lifts, and truth unveils,
Revealing wonders beyond the trails.
Beyond the veil, a realm to explore,
A journey of the heart and more.
Where dreams take flight, and hope prevails,
A mystical realm, beyond the veils.
Prompt: Beneath the sun's warm golden rays,
The ocean sparkles, a mesmerizing haze.
With graceful movements, the waves advance,
In a rhythmic dance, a timeless trance.
They sway and twirl, in perfect harmony,
A waltz of water, so full of mystery.
They rise and fall, in a graceful flow,
A symphony of motion, a mesmerizing show.
They crash on shore with a thunderous sound,
Then retreat again, in a dance profound.
Their foamy froth, a playful delight,
As they waltz and sway, in the glowing light.
With every step, they leave their mark,
A fleeting moment, both wild and stark.
Wave dancing, a masterpiece divine,
A natural wonder, a dance so fine.
Prompt: Sittin' on the dock, so calm and still,
With the setting sun, a fiery thrill.
The water's lullaby, a gentle song,
As I reflect, and ponder long.
The waves dance softly, a soothing rhyme,
As I let go of worries, one by one, in time.
The sky painted with hues of gold and red,
A moment of peace, where worries are shed.
Sittin' on the dock, in quiet solitude,
Feeling gratitude for nature's endless mood.
A moment of stillness, a pause from the race,
A chance to find solace in this tranquil place.
The world fades away, as I sit and reflect,
In nature's embrace, I find perfect respect.
Sittin' on the dock, a moment so sweet,
A symphony of serenity, a blissful retreat.
Prompt: Lost in Wanderlust, I roam so free,
Through mountains, forests, by the sea.
Adventure calls, a tempting lure,
With every step, my soul feels pure.
I chase the sun, I chase the stars,
I wander wide and travel far.
In new lands, I find my bliss,
Discovering worlds with every kiss.
From city streets to desert sands,
I explore with open hands.
Lost in Wanderlust, I find my way,
Unfolding stories day by day.
My heart is wild, my spirit bold,
As I chase the tales untold.
In each new place, a treasure found,
In every moment, joy profound.
Lost in Wanderlust, a beautiful quest,
To seek the unknown, and be truly blessed.
With curiosity as my guide,
I journey on with open eyes wide.
For life's too short, and world too grand,
To stay confined to just one land.
So, I wander on, without a care,
Lost in Wanderlust, forever rare.
Prompt: In the darkest hour, a glimmer of hope,
A flickering light to help us cope.
A beacon of faith, a guiding ray,
Leading us through life's unknown way.
When storms rage and clouds loom near,
A glimmer of hope can banish fear.
It shines within, a flame so bright,
Illuminating paths, dispelling night.
With hope in our hearts, we find the way,
Through trials and tribulations, come what may.
It fuels our dreams, ignites our soul,
A glimmer of hope, making us whole.
So hold on tight, to that glimmer of light,
In the midst of darkness, it shines so bright.
For with hope in our hearts, we can endure,
And overcome all, of that we're sure.
Prompt: At the edge of tomorrow, the unknown awaits,
A world of possibilities, beyond the gates.
With hearts aflutter and eyes aglow,
We step forward, into the future's show.
A blank canvas, a story untold,
Waiting to unfold, bold and bold.
New horizons beckon, adventures new,
At the edge of tomorrow, dreams come true.
With courage as our guide, we explore,
Embracing challenges, and so much more.
Leaving behind the past, stepping ahead,
At the edge of tomorrow, our souls are fed.
With hope as our compass, we journey on,
Through highs and lows, till the break of dawn.
For at the edge of tomorrow, we find our way,
A future bright with endless array.
So let's embrace the unknown with open heart,
Ready to make our mark, a brand new start.
At the edge of tomorrow, our destiny calls,
With endless possibilities, where hope enthralls.
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.
