Prompt: The morning sun rose with a crimson hue,
As the townsfolk gathered, their hearts askew,
To witness a sight that made them shiver,
For today was the day of the dreaded Executioner.
He stood tall with a stoic air,
His face obscured by a mask of despair,
Clad in black from head to toe,
A symbol of terror wherever he'd go.
His blade, sharp and gleaming bright,
Reflecting the harshness of morning light,
A tool of death, a weapon so cruel,
Used to enforce the law, as an executioner's tool.
He walked with purpose, a somber pace,
No expression on his obscured face,
With every step, the crowd drew near,
Eyes filled with dread, hearts filled with fear.
The convicted stood, their fate sealed,
Awaiting their doom, their final yield,
For crimes committed, justice demanded,
The Executioner's hand steady and firm, not remanded.
One by one, they faced their fate,
As the Executioner swung, their lives abate,
The crowd gasped, as heads rolled down,
In the name of justice, a macabre crown.
But as the day wore on, a question arose,
Who was this man, this bringer of woes?
Prompt: Beneath the night's dark, twinkling dome,
A child gazes up, feeling at home,
Amidst the stars, a celestial dance,
A cosmic symphony, a cosmic trance.
Each little twinkle, a world so bright,
Filling the child with wonder and delight,
Like precious gems, they light up the sky,
Guiding the way, as the child wonders why.
With eyes aglow, and heart aflight,
Lost in the vastness of the starry night,
A dream takes shape, a wish takes form,
As the child embraces the sky's celestial norm.
For in the darkness, the stars still gleam,
A beacon of hope, a timeless theme,
They whisper of mysteries, yet to unfold,
A story of wonders, yet to be told.
So the child dreams, and hopes take flight,
Bathed in the starlight's gentle light,
For in the vastness of the universe's seams,
A child finds solace in starlight dreams.
Prompt: Vast and grand, a world so wide,
With nature's beauty, God's own pride,
Mountains tall, and rivers flow,
In God's country, wonders show.
The sun rises, painting skies,
With golden hues, a breathtaking prize,
Birds and beasts in perfect harmony,
In God's country, nature's symphony.
Fields of green, with flowers adorned,
Fruits and crops, a bounty formed,
Seasons change, a wondrous sight,
In God's country, nature's delight.
Stars at night, a dazzling show,
The moonlight casting a gentle glow,
A universe beyond our reach,
In God's country, lessons teach.
A treasure trove, a gift so pure,
God's creation, an eternal allure,
Let us cherish, protect with care,
God's country, a blessing rare.
Prompt: Good Vibes, a joyful treasure,
Bringing smiles and spreading pleasure.
They're the positive energy we feel,
A sense of joy that's truly real.
They lift our spirits, bright and high,
Like a rainbow painted in the sky.
They fill our hearts with warmth and cheer,
Chasing away worries and fear.
Good Vibes ripple, they radiate,
Spreading positivity, never late.
They're contagious, they multiply,
Bringing happiness that's worth the try.
They come from laughter, love, and peace,
From acts of kindness that never cease.
They're found in moments big and small,
In friendships, nature's beauty, and music's call.
So let's embrace the Good Vibes every day,
And share them freely along the way.
For they can light up lives and heal,
Bringing joy and making hearts feel real.
Prompt: The Crawling Demon, vile and black,
Creeps along the moonlit track.
With eyes that gleam with malice bright,
It stalks the shadows of the night.
Its limbs contorted, twisted, long,
Its movements slow, deliberate, wrong.
Its monstrous form, a ghastly sight,
Bringing terror with each step of fright.
Its maw a pit of endless hunger,
Its voice a discordant, eerie thunder.
It preys on souls, both weak and strong,
Feasting on innocence all night long.
But fear not, for there is hope,
Against the Demon, one can cope.
With courage bold and weapons keen,
The Crawling Demon can be defeated, seen.
So stand your ground, do not back down,
Banish fear and wear the crown,
For in the face of darkness' might,
There shines a beacon of eternal light.
Prompt: In a tank of glass, beneath the sea,
Lives a mermaid, graceful and free.
Her tail of shimmering scales, so bright,
Glistens in the aquamarine light.
With flowing hair, like seaweed green,
She's a mesmerizing sight to be seen.
Her voice like a siren's song, so sweet,
Drawing sailors near with every beat.
Her eyes, a hue of emerald green,
Hold secrets of the ocean, unseen.
She longs for the waves, the salty spray,
To swim in freedom, night and day.
But trapped in a tank, she cannot roam,
Her heart aches for the open foam.
Her fins once agile, now confined,
Her spirit yearns to be unconfined.
Her beauty draws crowds, far and wide,
Admired by many, her fame worldwide.
But deep down, she longs to break free,
To return to the ocean, her true decree.
Her eyes filled with sadness, her heart with pain,
As she gazes beyond, the glassy pane.
Dreaming of waves, and endless blue,
A life of captivity, she must undo.
Her yearning heart beats with a song,
Of freedom, love, where she belongs.
She dreams of a world, wild and vast,
Where she can swim, forever to last.
The mermaid in the tank, a tale of plight,
Prompt: In crisp white armor, from head to toe,
A Storm Trooper stands, ready to go.
A soldier of the Empire, with unwavering might,
A symbol of loyalty, in the fight.
With a blaster in hand, and a helmet on,
He marches with precision, from dusk till dawn.
A faceless enforcer, with rigid stride,
Carrying out orders, with unwavering pride.
But beneath the armor, who could tell,
The person inside, with a story to tell?
A human soul, with hopes and fears,
Bound by duty, through the years.
Trained to obey, without question asked,
In a world of conflict, where loyalties are tasked.
Yet, deep inside, a flicker of doubt,
As doubts arise, and questions sprout.
Is it right, what they believe?
Are they truly villains, or just naive?
Is there more to life, beyond the war?
These thoughts linger, at their core.
A Storm Trooper's journey, is not all black and white,
But a complex struggle, to find what's right.
To break free from the mold, and make a choice,
To listen to their heart, and find their own voice.
So, behind the mask, a human face,
Prompt: Positive Prompt: A thrilling sci-fi action scene featuring robotic cowboys battling against extraterrestrial invaders in a dusty desert landscape. The robotic cowboys are heavily armed with futuristic weapons and armor, and riding on sleek mechanical horses. The aliens are menacing and grotesque, with slimy skin and menacing tendrils, and they are piloting flying saucers and strange, spider-like robots. The sky is filled with chaos and explosions, with laser beams and plasma blasts crisscrossing the sky. In the foreground, a heroic robotic cowboy is seen taking aim with his weapon, as an alien ship looms in the background.
Subject: Robotic cowboys, Aliens
Action: Fighting, Battling, Shooting
Context: Desert landscape, Futuristic
Environment: Outdoor
Lighting: Bright, Explosive
Emotions: Thrilling, Intense, Heroic
Artist: Inspired by H.R. Giger and Syd Mead
Style: Sci-fi, Action, Adventure
Medium: Digital Illustration, Concept Art
Color scheme: Dark blues, Greens, Yellows, and Oranges
Computer graphics: 3D modeling, Animation
Quality: High-definition, Cinematic
Prompt: Big Mouth Billy Bass, a singing fish,
A quirky novelty, a lively wish.
Mounted on a wall, or propped on a shelf,
He belts out tunes, all by himself.
With a motion sensor, he comes alive,
Flapping his tail, as he starts to jive.
"Take Me to the River," he croons with delight,
A humorous sight, to bring a smile so bright.
His big, bulging eyes and open mouth,
Make us chuckle, from north to south.
A talking fish, who sings and sways,
Bringing laughter, on dreary days.
A pop culture icon, a funny fad,
A conversation starter, oh so rad.
He's become a meme, a viral sensation,
A source of joy, and pure elation.
So, let him sing, his catchy tunes,
As he wiggles and jiggles, under the moon.
Big Mouth Billy Bass, a quirky treasure,
A reminder to find joy, in simple pleasure.
Prompt: A box of wood, a vessel old,
A story dark, yet to be told.
A dibbuk lurks within its walls,
A restless spirit, heeds no calls.
Locked tight, with symbols carved deep,
A soul trapped, unable to sleep.
A Jewish legend, a tale of dread,
Of a dybbuk, a soul misled.
A box once owned, now cursed and feared,
A spirit's rage, forever seared.
Mysterious happenings, strange events,
As the dibbuk seeks to torment.
Whispers in the night, a chilling breeze,
Shadows dance, as if to tease.
The box's secrets, slowly unfold,
Unveiling a story, ancient and bold.
A rabbi called, to break the curse,
To free the spirit, from its hearse.
Prayers chanted, incantations cast,
A battle waged, to confront the past.
But the dibbuk fights, with all its might,
Refusing release, a stubborn fight.
A tale of possession, a battle won,
The box now sealed, its duty done.
The dibbuk box, a legend told,
Of a haunted soul, lost and bold.
A cautionary tale, of spirits trapped,
A reminder of the unknown, unwrapped.
Prompt: In the dark of night, a shadow looms,
A presence eerie, shrouded in gloom.
A house haunted, a mystery to solve,
Supernatural forces, a riddle to resolve.
A family trapped, in fear's tight grip,
A paranormal tale, a chilling trip.
With crosses drawn and prayers recited,
Ghostly encounters, uninvited.
Doors creak, footsteps echo loud,
Objects move, spirits unbowed.
Whispers whisper, voices call,
Unseen hands, a spectral sprawl.
A team of experts, brave and bold,
Unveiling secrets, stories untold.
Conjuring courage, facing the unknown,
Battling darkness, step by step, alone.
With faith and fear, a battle waged,
Against malevolent forces, uncaged.
A fight for souls, a struggle dire,
In the realm of spirits, a blazing fire.
The Conjuring, a tale of fright,
Of spectral terrors, in the dead of night.
A test of faith, a quest for truth,
A haunting tale, of fear and sleuth.
Prompt: Graceful in the ocean's sway,
A wonder in its own unique way,
With slender form and curving tail,
A seahorse glides, a majestic sail.
Its skin adorned with hues so bright,
Camouflaged to blend just right,
A master of disguise, a natural art,
In vibrant shades, a work of heart.
With eyes that move independently,
Surveying the world with keen scrutiny,
A curious creature, small but wise,
Inquisitive gaze, it never denies.
A gentle creature, a loving heart,
As males carry eggs, a vital part,
Nurturing life in a special way,
A father's care, day by day.
A symbol of grace, a marvel of the seas,
A reminder of nature's mysteries,
The seahorse, a jewel of the deep,
A treasure to cherish, a secret to keep.
Prompt: An arcade abandoned, once filled with delight,
Now silent, dark, and devoid of light,
Games once played, now gather dust,
A relic of memories, lost and thrust.
The flashing lights, now faded and dim,
Echoes of laughter, now a distant hymn,
The carousel of sounds, now silenced still,
A nostalgic echo, a bittersweet thrill.
The ghosts of players, young and old,
Once sought adventure, stories untold,
Now haunt the arcade's empty space,
A reminder of time's relentless chase.
But in its stillness, a whisper remains,
A whisper of joy, that nothing can restrain,
For in the abandoned arcade's quiet repose,
Lives a legacy that forever glows.
Prompt: Grampa's old trophy case, standing tall,
Holds memories that still enthrall,
With medals, ribbons, trophies galore,
Each one a tale to cherish and adore.
From his youth, when he ran so fast,
To his prime, when he threw with a cast,
Champion in every sport he played,
Grampa's prowess, never to fade.
The baseballs, basketballs, golf clubs, too,
Remind us of his victories, through and through,
His dedication, grit, and skill,
Earning accolades with an indomitable will.
But it's not just about the trophies won,
It's the joy of the game, the laughter, the fun,
The friendships forged, the lessons learned,
That make Grampa's trophy case truly earned.
So, as we gaze at those memories displayed,
We're reminded of the legacy he's made,
Grampa's old trophy case, a treasure trove,
Of moments cherished, and stories that we'll foreverove.
Prompt: The Goodyear Blimp, a majestic sight,
Soaring in the sky, a symbol of flight.
With its iconic shape, and colors bright,
A floating ambassador, a beacon of light.
High above, it gracefully glides,
With its blimp-like shape, it mesmerizes.
A floating billboard, with messages clear,
The Goodyear Blimp, a sight to cheer.
Its hull emblazoned, with the Goodyear name,
A brand that's known, worldwide acclaim.
With its aerostatic design, it takes to the air,
The Goodyear Blimp, a sight quite rare.
Its crew on board, skillfully maneuver,
Through clouds and winds, they boldly maneuver.
With panoramic views, from up on high,
The Goodyear Blimp, a marvel in the sky.
A symbol of innovation, a feat of engineering,
A pioneer of flight, with a history endearing.
From sporting events, to special occasions,
The Goodyear Blimp, an aviation sensation.
It floats with grace, above the land,
A familiar sight, so grand and grand.
The Goodyear Blimp, an iconic treasure,
A symbol of flight, that brings us pleasure.
Prompt: ((Best quality)), ((masterpiece)), ((realistic)), a weathered wooden puppet lying forgotten in the corner of an abandoned attic, its paint chipped and faded, strings tangled and broken, a hint of sadness in its eyes, as if longing for a time when it was loved and cherished, on eye level, scenic, masterpiece.
Prompt: painting "Lady Godiva in a horse", fantasy character design, intricate details, concept art, extremely beautiful, fullbody, lady, girl, young woman, female, detailed face, award winning, oil painting by Yossi Kotler, Andrew Atroshenko, Steve Hanks
Prompt: Raised on country, with twang in my soul,
Where the guitar strums, and the stories unfold.
With boots on my feet, and a hat on my head,
I was raised on country, where my heart was led.
The sound of fiddles, and the banjo's pluck,
The lyrics that spoke, of life and luck.
From Hank and Merle, to Waylon and Cash,
I was raised on country, it's in my blood, my stash.
From small-town rodeos, to dirt roads wide,
Where trucks were lifted, and bonfires blazed high.
Where the stars shone bright, in the country sky,
I was raised on country, where life was nigh.
The taste of sweet tea, and fried chicken too,
The smell of fresh-cut hay, and morning dew.
The feel of hay bales, and horses' back,
I was raised on country, and never looked back.
The sense of community, where neighbors care,
Where you lend a hand, and show you're there.
Where family is everything, and values run deep,
I was raised on country, where love is steep.
The simple life, with its beauty so pure,
Where nature's wonders, always endure.
Where faith and family, are held so dear,
I was raised on country, and it's crystal clear.
Prompt: All to myself, a moment of solitude,
A precious pause, in a world so crude.
A time to reflect, to be truly free,
To rediscover myself, just me and me.
No distractions, no noise around,
A chance to listen, to my inner sound.
To be with my thoughts, without a care,
In the stillness of silence, I find solace rare.
All to myself, a space to explore,
To delve deep within, and open the door.
To my hopes, my fears, my dreams untold,
To discover my truths, both new and old.
No need to please, or meet expectations,
Just being me, without any hesitations.
Embracing my quirks, my flaws and strengths,
In this moment of solitude, my heart truly sings.
All to myself, a time to reset,
To find my center, and let go of regret.
To nourish my soul, and replenish my being,
In this precious time, I find true meaning.
No rush, no hurry, just being present,
In this moment of solitude, I feel so pleasant.
A time to connect, with my inner self,
To find my purpose, my authentic wealth.
All to myself, a gift to cherish,
A moment of grace, that will never perish.
For in this solitude, I find my truth,
A chance to be whole, in mind, heart, and youth.
Prompt: Let's make it sweet, this life we share,
A journey together, a love so rare.
With hearts entwined, and souls aligned,
Let's make every moment, beautifully designed.
Let's make it sweet, with laughter and joy,
A bond that's strong, nothing can destroy.
With smiles that light up our every day,
Let's make our love, a delightful display.
Let's make it sweet, with gestures so kind,
In words and deeds, let's be always aligned.
With hugs and kisses, and gentle touch,
Let's make our love, a treasure so much.
Let's make it sweet, through ups and downs,
In triumphs and failures, in smiles and frowns.
With unwavering support, and understanding too,
Let's make our love, forever anew.
Let's make it sweet, with passion and fire,
A love that burns, with an eternal desire.
With shared dreams and aspirations bright,
Let's make our love, a beacon of light.
So, let's make it sweet, with love's pure embrace,
A love that's timeless, a love that's grace.
With hearts entwined, and souls complete,
Let's make it sweet, forever and sweet.
Prompt: Every little thing, both big and small,
Holds a meaning, a story for us all.
From the morning sun that greets the day,
To the stars that twinkle in the Milky Way.
Every little moment, a chance to treasure,
A memory to cherish, a moment to measure.
From a gentle touch, a warm embrace,
To a whispered word, a smile on your face.
Every little joy, a reason to smile,
A precious gift, that's worth the while.
From a baby's laughter, so pure and sweet,
To a lover's glance, that makes your heart skip a beat.
Every little challenge, a chance to grow,
To learn, to evolve, to reap what we sow.
From the obstacles we face, and the hurdles we climb,
To the lessons learned, in the sands of time.
Every little dream, a vision to pursue,
A goal to strive for, a journey anew.
From the aspirations in our heart so bright,
To the relentless pursuit, from morning to night.
Every little act of kindness, a ripple of good,
A selfless deed, that's truly understood.
From the helping hand, to the caring heart,
To spread love and compassion, and make a fresh start.
Every little thing, holds meaning profound,
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.
