Prompt: In a hidden nook, on a cobblestone street,
Stands a tiny shop, oh, so sweet,
With a sign that glows, a brilliant hue,
"The Turquoise Lantern," a magical view.
Its windows adorned, with treasures untold,
Glowing turquoise, like stories of old,
A beacon of light, in the dark of night,
Guiding wanderers, with its mystical sight.
Step inside, and you'll be amazed,
By the wonders within, that leave you dazed,
Handcrafted trinkets, with intricate design,
Each one unique, like a jewel that shines.
The scent of incense, fills the air,
As lanterns flicker, with a gentle flare,
Casting shadows, with an enchanting spell,
Drawing you closer, under its mystic spell.
The shopkeeper, with eyes so bright,
Shares stories of magic, with sheer delight,
Of distant lands, and far-off realms,
Where dreams come true, and hope overwhelms.
The Turquoise Lantern, a haven of charm,
Where magic and wonder, are kept from harm,
A sanctuary, for seekers of delight,
Where imagination soars, and takes flight.
Prompt: At the lobster port, by the ocean's edge,
Where salty waves crash, and seagulls wedge,
Lies a bustling scene, with boats so bold,
As lobstermen work, weathered and bold.
Their traps are set, baited with care,
Waiting patiently, for lobster fare,
With rugged hands, they haul the pots,
Filled with treasures, from the watery lots.
In the lobster port, the catch is prized,
A symbol of hard work, highly prized,
With shells of red, and claws so strong,
A delicacy, that can't go wrong.
The lobstermen, with weathered faces,
Tell stories of the sea, in far-off places,
Of storms and struggles, battles fought,
To harvest lobsters, they've diligently sought.
The smell of seaweed, the salt-filled air,
The creak of ropes, the boats' repair,
In the lobster port, a way of life,
Where grit and courage, meet the knife.
So, raise a toast, to the lobstermen's trade,
In the lobster port, where dreams are made,
For it's a world of hard work, and salty spray,
A livelihood cherished, day by day.
Prompt: Amidst the raging winds and pouring rain,
Lies a center of calm, a peaceful domain.
In the heart of the tempest, a tranquil sight,
The eye of the storm, a serene respite.
Around it swirls chaos, a swirling force,
But at its center, a calm, steady course.
A circle of stillness, amidst the fray,
A moment of quiet, in nature's display.
The eye of the storm, a paradox true,
A calm oasis, in a tempest so blue.
A fleeting moment, of stillness rare,
A pause in the chaos, a tranquil affair.
In life's storms, we face challenges bold,
With turmoil and chaos, that can't be controlled.
But within us lies, an eye of the storm,
A place of calm, that keeps us warm.
A resolute center, that remains unmoved,
A source of strength, to keep us proved.
A beacon of peace, in troubled times,
A refuge within, where solace climbs.
So when life's storms rage, with all their might,
Remember the eye, a guiding light.
Find that center, within your soul,
And weather the tempests, to reach your goal.
For amidst the chaos, there's peace to be found,
In the eye of the storm, a tranquil ground.
A source of calm, a steady hand,
To navigate life's challenges, and understand.
Prompt: With sails unfurled, and crew so bold,
Sets sail a ship, weathered and old.
In pursuit of giants, of the sea,
The whaler embarks, on a daring decree.
Through waves and storms, the ship does sail,
In search of creatures, a mighty tale.
With harpoons ready, and eyes keen,
The whaler hunts, the ocean's queen.
A majestic sight, the whale appears,
A behemoth of the sea, that inspires fears.
The whaler strikes, with skillful aim,
A harpoon flies, with a thunderous claim.
The battle ensues, a fierce contest,
The whale fights back, with all its best.
With strength and grace, it breaches high,
A majestic dance, beneath the sky.
The whaler's crew, with hearts afire,
They pull the ropes, with sweat and tire.
A test of strength, a dangerous game,
As they capture the whale, and stake their claim.
But in the eyes, of the whaler's crew,
There's more than just a prize to pursue.
It's a way of life, a legacy,
A bond with nature, a heartfelt decree.
For the whaler knows, the ocean's might,
And the beauty of the creatures, in its sight.
A respect for nature, a reverence deep,
As they sail the seas, and harvest the keep.
Prompt: With shovel in hand, he begins his toil,
In the earth's embrace, he breaks the soil.
A man of strength, with muscles tough,
The ditch digger's work, rugged and rough.
With sweat on his brow, he digs each day,
A laborer's rhythm, in sun's bright ray.
He clears the way, with dirt and stone,
Creating paths, where none were known.
His back may ache, his hands may bleed,
But he soldiers on, with unwavering speed.
He digs deep down, with grit and might,
A sense of purpose, his guiding light.
Through mud and clay, he forges ahead,
With unwavering focus, he's never misled.
He digs the trench, with precision keen,
A craftsman's touch, on a work unseen.
His work, a foundation, for pipes and wires,
A crucial task, that never tires.
He builds the groundwork, for others' gain,
A job of importance, through sun and rain.
Though his work may go unnoticed by some,
The ditch digger knows, he's not just "some".
His contribution, to infrastructure's plan,
A role of significance, in the greater span.
So here's to the ditch digger, strong and true,
A laborer's pride, in all that you do.
For your sweat and toil, a job well done,
The backbone of progress, under the sun.
Prompt: At the end of the train, with a cheerful hue,
There's a special car, called the caboose, it's true.
A rolling office, a cozy space,
A symbol of railroads, a familiar place.
With windows all around, a panoramic view,
The caboose offers a vantage point, through and through.
A lookout perch, for the train's rear guard,
A watchful eye, always on guard.
Inside, a haven, for the crew to stay,
With beds and tables, for work and play.
A refuge from the elements, a shelter on wheels,
A home away from home, with comfort feels.
With a stove to keep warm, and a lantern's light,
The caboose provides warmth, throughout the night.
A place for meals, and stories shared,
A camaraderie, that can't be compared.
The caboose, a symbol, of railway lore,
A piece of history, treasured evermore.
A reminder of the past, a link to the past,
A nostalgic sight, that will forever last.
Though modern trains now run, without a caboose,
The memories remain, of this unique use.
A cherished icon, in the railroad's tale,
The caboose, a legend, that will never fail.
Prompt: In a field so lush, where the sun shines bright,
There's a banana farmer, with pure delight.
With soil and sweat, he tills the land,
A farmer's labor, so truly grand.
He plants the seeds, with care and grace,
Nurturing the soil, in the perfect place.
He tends the crop, as it grows tall,
With patience and skill, he tends them all.
He shields them from the harsh sun's rays,
And shelters them from stormy days.
He watches them flower, and bear fruit sweet,
A farmer's pride, a wondrous feat.
He harvests the bananas, one by one,
With a sense of satisfaction, a job well done.
He fills his baskets, with nature's gold,
A treasure to behold, a story to be told.
From the farm to the market, his bananas go,
A labor of love, a livelihood to show.
Providing nourishment, to those in need,
A farmer's work, a noble deed.
Through sweat and toil, he perseveres,
Year after year, through hopes and fears.
For the love of the land, and the fruit it yields,
The banana farmer, with nature's fields.
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.
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: With calloused hands and weathered skin,
He sails the seas, a life of akin.
A deck hand's toil, a labor hard,
A life of adventure, journey unmarred.
He hoists the sails, he mends the lines,
Under the sun, or through the pines.
He braves the storms, the raging waves,
A sailor's spirit, strong and brave.
He knows the stars, he knows the tides,
He reads the winds, as they collide.
His eyes are sharp, his senses keen,
A seafarer's life, a lifelong scene.
He knows the stories, the lore of the sea,
Of mermaids' songs, and ships set free.
He's seen the beauty, the wonders untold,
As he sails through oceans, both warm and cold.
He finds solace in the vast expanse,
The endless horizon, a timeless dance.
A deck hand's heart, forever tied,
To the sea's embrace, so deep and wide.
Though life at sea may not be easy,
He's chosen this path, he's learned to please.
For in his heart, a sailor's soul,
With windswept hair and a heart of gold.
Prompt: In a kingdom of cards, she reigns supreme,
A regal presence, a majestic dream.
Her crown of hearts, a symbol of might,
Her rule unchallenged, day and night.
The Queen of Hearts, fair and bold,
Her subjects follow, young and old.
Her voice commands, her gaze demands,
Respect and awe from distant lands.
Her heart so pure, her spirit bright,
Her love for all, a guiding light.
With grace and poise, she takes her place,
A ruler loved, in every space.
But beneath her strength, a tender heart,
That beats with love, a work of art.
Her kingdom thrives, her people cheer,
For the Queen of Hearts, they hold so dear.
So, long live the Queen, of royal grace,
Her legacy, a lasting embrace.
Her reign eternal, her legend strong,
The Queen of Hearts, forever long.
Prompt: Queen of Sheba, fair and wise,
A ruler of the ancient skies,
Her beauty shone with regal grace,
Her wisdom known in every place.
She led her kingdom with great might,
Her rule was just, her heart was light,
Her people flourished under her reign,
As she navigated every pain.
Her wisdom sought by many far,
Her fame spread wide, a shining star,
Kings and queens would come to learn,
From Sheba's queen, so fierce and stern.
Her riches vast, her treasures grand,
Her lands adorned with jewels and sand,
Her throne a symbol of her power,
Her name revered in every hour.
Queen of Sheba, legend told,
Her legacy will never grow old,
Her story etched in history's scroll,
A ruler hailed with heart and soul.
Prompt: In my dreams, caviar divine,
A feast for taste buds, so refined,
Glistening beads of luscious bliss,
A symphony of flavors, I can't resist.
The mother-of-pearl spoon I take,
A delicacy fit for kings, no mistake,
Buttery richness, briny delight,
A culinary symphony, a heavenly sight.
Surrounded by ice, a winter's tale,
A luxury indulgence, beyond the pale,
A dream of opulence, a caviar affair,
A symphony of flavors, beyond compare.
So I close my eyes and dream away,
In a realm of luxury, night and day,
Caviar dreams, a taste so rare,
A culinary journey beyond compare.
Prompt: A shepherd boy, with heart so bold,
Chosen by God, a story told.
A giant slayer, brave and strong,
With faith in God, he marched along.
Anointed king, in humble ways,
Ruled with justice, all his days.
A psalmist, poet, heart aglow,
His songs of praise, with love did flow.
A warrior king, with battles won,
United Israel, as one.
Conquered lands, and built a throne,
A kingdom flourished, his name well known.
Yet David faltered, made mistakes,
Repented, learned from each heartache.
His faith in God, unwavering still,
A man after God's own will.
A legacy, both bright and dim,
A complex man, yet loved by Him.
His story told, in sacred scrolls,
A king who rose, and paid the tolls.
King David's reign, a tale so grand,
A symbol of God's guiding hand.
A flawed yet faithful, chosen king,
Whose praises still, forever sing.
Prompt: King Solomon, wise and grand,
Ruled with wisdom, throughout the land.
His fame spread wide, his riches vast,
His wisdom sought, from first to last.
He judged with wisdom, fair and just,
His fame and wealth, a royal thrust.
He built the Temple, a sacred place,
A symbol of God's love and grace.
His wisdom tested, far and wide,
With riddles solved, and foes defied.
From distant lands, they came to see,
The wisdom of this king, so free.
He spoke of love, in words profound,
And penned Proverbs, that still resound.
His riches flowed, like rivers deep,
Yet true wisdom, he chose to keep.
King Solomon, a king of lore,
Whose wisdom shone, forevermore.
His legacy, a timeless tale,
Of wisdom's power, that will never fail.
Prompt: Painting of a woman from behind enjoying the view of the sea from her balcony, mediterranean setting, sunrise light, romantic idyllic atmosphere, vibrant colors, cinematic feelings, very detailed, painting, by steve hanks
Prompt: Shiny black rusty green white metallic art of a realistic green MERCEDES AMG GT inside of rainy city, sity and street are strong overgrown with hugh moss and leafs, integrated LED lightning speed painting, splash art 500dpi, 16k, sharp focus
Prompt: luxury kitchen apple pie pizza and wine with glasses on the table by Jean-Baptiste Monge, watercolor and ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, colorful, fantastic view, crisp quality
Prompt: Zephyrus, god of the western wind,
A gentle breeze, so kind and kindled,
A breath of freshness, a sigh of ease,
Bringing calmness, with a gentle tease.
From realms afar, you sweep with grace,
A messenger of serenity's embrace,
With wings that flutter, in shades of gold,
You paint the skies with beauty untold.
Zephyrus, god of the western gale,
Your whispers soothe, like a tender tale,
Your touch caresses, with a gentle hand,
Bringing tranquility to sea and land.
With rustling leaves and swaying flowers,
You bring to life the earth's verdant bowers,
A chorus of fragrances fills the air,
As you pass by, with a gentle flair.
Zephyrus, god of the gentle breeze,
A harbinger of peace and ease,
In your presence, all is calm and bright,
A moment of stillness, a serene sight.
We honor you, with grateful hearts,
For the tranquility your breeze imparts,
Zephyrus, god of the west wind's grace,
You bring serenity to every place.
Prompt: Notus, god of the southern breeze,
A warm zephyr that soothes and frees,
A gentle wind, with a balmy touch,
Bringing warmth and comfort, oh so much!
From lands of heat and sunlit skies,
You come with warmth, a welcome prize,
A breath of summer, a kiss of fire,
Reviving hearts with your warm desire.
Notus, god of the southern gales,
You bring the scent of blooming dales,
With fragrant flowers and fields of green,
A pastoral scene, a tranquil dream.
Your gentle whispers in the trees,
Bring melodies of summer's ease,
With rustling leaves and swaying grass,
A symphony of warmth that will surpass.
Notus, god of the gentle breeze,
Your warmth brings life to land and seas,
A soothing touch, a soft caress,
A reminder of nature's tenderness.
In your embrace, we find delight,
As warmth and beauty intertwine just right,
Notus, god of the south wind's grace,
We honor you, in this enchanted place.
Prompt: Boreas, god of the north wind's might,
A tempest roaring with icy bite,
A force of nature, fierce and strong,
With gusts that howl, and cold that's long.
A bearded deity, ancient and grand,
With frozen breath and icy hand,
You rule the winter's frozen domain,
Bringing frost and snow, in your icy reign.
From icy mountains to frozen seas,
Your power spans across the northern leas,
Your gusts can whip, your chill can bite,
A force of nature, a fearsome sight.
Boreas, god of the icy blast,
Your wintry touch is unsurpassed,
With frozen fingers and icy breath,
You bring the chill of winter's death.
Yet in your strength, there's also grace,
A beauty found in your frozen embrace,
The snowflakes dance in your icy air,
A winter wonderland, so cold and rare.
Boreas, god of the north wind's call,
Your power echoes, through mountains tall,
A deity of winter's icy reign,
We honor you, with awe and acclaim.
Prompt: Tyche, goddess of fortune's hand,
With capricious whims at your command,
A mistress of luck, both fickle and fair,
Bestowing favor with a playful air.
With golden wings and knowing smile,
You spin the wheel, in your own style,
A deity of chance, a goddess of fate,
Showering blessings, or sealing one's state.
Some find riches in your embrace,
Their lives adorned with opulent grace,
While others face trials and tests,
In life's uncertainties, they're put to the test.
Tyche, goddess of fortune's grace,
Your favor shines on every place,
From humble homes to regal halls,
You sprinkle luck, as fate befalls.
Your whimsical ways can bring delight,
Or cast a shadow, dark as night,
A reminder that life's paths are unknown,
And luck's capriciousness is widely shown.
Yet in your presence, hope springs anew,
For fate's uncertainty is part of the view,
Tyche, goddess of fortune's sway,
We honor you, in every way.
Prompt: Erebos, god of deepest night,
A shadowed realm devoid of light,
A shroud of darkness, ancient and vast,
From Chaos born, a shadow cast.
A realm of black, where light can't reach,
Erebos, your darkness knows no breach,
A void of silence, profound and still,
A realm that holds a mystic thrill.
In the depths of night, your power lies,
Concealing secrets from mortal eyes,
A realm of mystery, veiled and deep,
Where ancient whispers softly creep.
Erebos, god of the hidden veil,
Your darkness hides a timeless tale,
Enveloping all in your embrace,
A realm where shadows dance in grace.
Though feared by some for your murky might,
Erebos, you hold a mystic light,
A reminder that in darkness, too,
There's beauty and wonder to pursue.
Prompt: Aether, god of ethereal light,
A dazzling presence, pure and bright,
The breath of life that fills the skies,
A realm of brilliance, where light flies.
Born from Chaos, in primordial fire,
A force that soars, a radiant pyre,
A realm above, the upper air,
Where brilliance shines beyond compare.
Aether, god of rarefied height,
With golden hues and shimmering light,
You paint the heavens with celestial blaze,
A realm of splendor, an endless maze.
Your essence fills the boundless skies,
Where stars and galaxies arise,
A realm of beauty, a realm of grace,
Aether, you illuminate all space.
You are the essence of the skies,
The breath of life that never dies,
A primordial force, forever bright,
Aether, god of wondrous light.
Prompt: Nyx, primordial queen of night,
With darkness draped in starry light,
A shadowy veil across the skies,
Where mysteries and secrets rise.
Born from Chaos, ancient and vast,
Your realm envelops all at last,
Your cloak of darkness shrouds the day,
Bringing rest and dreams our way.
In the quiet hours of midnight's reign,
You hold the world in your domain,
With twinkling stars and moon's soft glow,
You cast a spell on all below.
Nyx, goddess of the hidden hour,
Your depths hold ancient, timeless power,
A realm of quiet, calm and peace,
Where troubled souls find sweet release.
As stars adorn the nocturnal skies,
Nyx's presence never dies,
A goddess of primordial might,
Who rules the realm of tranquil night.
Prompt: Hemera, goddess bright and fair,
With golden rays and radiant glare,
Bringing dawn with your gentle touch,
Banishing darkness, oh, so much!
Born from Chaos, primordial birth,
You bring the world new life and mirth,
Your light awakens Earth each day,
Guiding us with your warmest ray.
From eastern horizon you arise,
Painting the sky with vibrant dyes,
Bringing hope to every heart,
A brand new day, a fresh new start.
Hemera, goddess of daylight's grace,
You light our world with your embrace,
Forever shining, forever true,
With you, each day is born anew.
Prompt: Pontus, primordial god of the sea profound,
A deity of vastness, with mysteries abound.
With waves that crash and tides that flow,
Your domain stretches far and wide, a watery show.
From the depths of the abyss to the shores so wide,
You hold the oceans in your majestic tide.
With seahorses and whales, with fish and corals,
Your kingdom thrives, a realm of wonders.
Pontus, ruler of the fathomless deep,
Your currents dance, your secrets keep.
With storms that rage and calm that ensues,
Your moods are many, a symphony of hues.
Your watery realm, a world of fascination,
Teeming with life and eternal fascination.
Pontus, god of the sea, so awe-inspiring,
A force of nature, forever inspiring.
In your domain, the oceans vast and wide,
You reign supreme, a deity of tide.
Pontus, primordial god of the sea so grand,
A symbol of power, forever to stand.
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
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Deep Dream
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