Prompt: On the Path of Enlightenment, a journey to the soul,
Where wisdom and compassion are the ultimate goal.
A quest for truth, a quest for light,
To illuminate darkness, and banish inner fight.
Through trials and challenges, the road may be tough,
But perseverance and resilience are more than enough.
With introspection and mindfulness as trusted guides,
One finds solace in stillness, where peace resides.
It's a pilgrimage of the heart, a quest for higher knowing,
A transformational journey, constantly growing.
With each step, a lesson learned,
As the soul awakens, and truths are discerned.
The Path of Enlightenment, a sacred way,
Where love and understanding hold sway.
A quest for enlightenment, a quest for grace,
A spiritual odyssey, a timeless embrace.
Prompt: A world of sights, of sounds, of touch,
Perceived by senses, oh, so much.
A canvas painted, rich and bright,
A tapestry of wondrous light.
Yet truth be told, reality's veil,
Can often be elusive, frail.
A mirage, a dream, a play,
A grand illusion on life's stage.
What we see may not be true,
For perception shapes our view.
Our senses filter, our minds create,
Our reality, a subjective state.
Is it real or just a guise,
A fleeting moment, a clever guise?
Do we see what truly lies,
Or are we lost in our own eyes?
The truth may hide, obscured from sight,
In shadows, whispers, and the night.
As we navigate life's mystery,
We ponder the nature of reality.
An enigma, a puzzle to explore,
As we seek what lies at its core.
A quest for meaning, truth, and clarity,
Unraveling the illusion with curiosity.
Prompt: Sails billow, wind at the helm,
Setting course for the unknown realm.
A ship sets sail, bound for the sea,
A final journey, wild and free.
Crewmates brave, hearts full of zest,
Savoring each sunset, feeling blessed.
They navigate uncharted lands,
With courage and with steady hands.
Adventures sought, and tales retold,
As memories shimmer, bright as gold.
The stars above, a guiding light,
Through stormy seas and darkest night.
Yet time does pass, and winds do wane,
As they approach the final lane.
The ship now slows, the shore draws near,
The end of voyage, bittersweet and clear.
The captain smiles, a knowing glance,
Embracing fate's eternal dance.
For though this voyage may have ceased,
The legacy will never be released.
The last voyage, a cherished tale,
Of courage, love, and winds that sail.
A legacy left, a story to be told,
As new horizons start to unfold.
Prompt: Shattered shards upon the floor,
A heart once whole, now bruised and sore.
A love once strong, now torn apart,
Leaving scars upon the heart.
Fragments scattered, far and wide,
Once cherished moments, now denied.
The cracks reveal a painful tale,
Of promises that did derail.
But from the ruins, hope can rise,
As healing mends and faith defies.
With time and grace, new strength increases,
Rebuilding from the broken pieces.
Prompt: The voice within, a gentle guide,
Whispering wisdom, from deep inside.
A voice so soft, yet full of might,
Guiding us towards the inner light.
In moments of doubt, it offers clarity,
A compass true, with unwavering sincerity.
Speaking with intuition, gentle and kind,
The voice within, a treasure to find.
It speaks of dreams, and deepest desires,
Igniting passion, that never tires.
Encouraging us to take a leap,
To follow our hearts, and take a peep.
The voice within, a trusted friend,
Guiding us through, both start and end.
With gentle nudges, and subtle cues,
It helps us choose, what we should pursue.
In times of darkness, it offers solace,
A voice of comfort, that helps us find a place.
A beacon of hope, when all seems lost,
The voice within, a guiding post.
So let us listen, with open ear,
To the voice within, so pure and clear.
For it holds the key, to our inner truth,
A voice of wisdom, a guiding soothe.
Prompt: A fiery romance, a burning desire,
A love that blazes, with a passionate fire.
Igniting hearts, with flames of love,
A bond so strong, it soars above.
Embers of passion, sparking and bright,
A flame that burns, both day and night.
A chemistry electric, a spark so true,
A fiery romance, between me and you.
Like flames that dance, in a wild embrace,
Our love ignites, with a fiery pace.
With hearts ablaze, and souls entwined,
A love so fierce, it's one of a kind.
Through trials and tests, the fire still burns,
A love that's unwavering, it always yearns.
Through stormy weather, and darkest night,
Our fiery romance, remains a guiding light.
With passion as fuel, and love as the flame,
Our fiery romance, burns with no shame.
A love that's fierce, and stands the test,
A fire that's eternal, it's truly the best.
So let us cherish, this fiery love,
A bond so strong, it's a gift from above.
A romance that's fiery, and burns so bright,
A love that's eternal, with flames of delight.
Prompt: The dance of flames, a mesmerizing sight,
Flickering, swaying, in the dark of night.
A fiery ballet, with grace and flair,
An elemental performance, beyond compare.
Orange, yellow, red, and blue,
Intertwining hues, in a fiery hue.
Casting shadows, in a warm embrace,
A dance of flames, in a sacred place.
With crackling sound, and radiant heat,
The dance of flames, a captivating feat.
Casting light, in a dancing glow,
A spectacle that steals the show.
A dance of flames, a primal force,
Flickering, leaping, with no remorse.
Symbolizing power, passion, and desire,
A dance that ignites, a soulful fire.
Yet amidst the heat, and wild allure,
The dance of flames, holds mystery pure.
A dance that tells, a story untamed,
Of transformation, never the same.
So let us watch, in awe and wonder,
The dance of flames, a spell we're under.
A primal dance, that captivates,
The dance of flames, a fiery fate.
Prompt: A magical quest, begins anew,
A journey to a world unknown, so true.
With a heart of wonder, and eyes aglow,
Embarking on an adventure, to watch it grow.
A quest for magic, in every corner,
Seeking enchantment, with hearts warmer.
Through mystical forests, and ancient ruins,
Discovering wonders, with each step, no ruing.
Meeting magical beings, with powers so grand,
Unraveling secrets, in a magical land.
With spells and potions, and charms so bright,
A quest for magic, is a wondrous sight.
Facing challenges, and overcoming fears,
With courage and determination, as it nears.
Unlocking mysteries, and solving riddles,
A quest for magic, with many twists and middles.
In the end, a treasure awaits,
A reward so precious, beyond the gates.
A heart fulfilled, with memories dear,
A magical quest, a journey clear.
For a magical quest, is not just the end,
But the journey itself, a true friend.
With lessons learned, and memories made,
A treasure trove, that will never fade
Prompt: The Supernatural, a realm unknown,
Beyond our senses, a realm of its own.
Where mysteries lurk, in shadows deep,
A world of wonders, secrets to keep.
Ghosts and ghouls, spirits and more,
Phantoms and apparitions, a lore.
Mysterious phenomena, unexplained,
A world beyond, what can be obtained.
The Supernatural, a veil unseen,
A realm where magic, may intervene.
Where the laws of nature, may be defied,
A world that fascinates, and mystifies.
From witches and wizards, casting spells,
To creatures of the night, with tales to tell.
From haunted houses, with eerie sounds,
To psychic powers, that astound.
The Supernatural, a realm of intrigue,
With myths and legends, that intrigue.
A world of wonder, beyond the norm,
A fascination, in its own form.
But caution lies, in the unknown,
For the Supernatural, can hold its own.
With powers untamed, and mysteries deep,
It's a realm that warrants, respect to keep.
So let us tread, with open minds,
In the realm of Supernatural finds.
With wonder and awe, but also care,
Respecting the unknown, beyond compare.
Prompt: Beyond what meets the naked eye,
Lies a world unseen, where mysteries lie.
A realm of wonders, hidden from sight,
Unveiling its secrets, with curious might.
In the whispers of the wind, a tale is told,
Of unseen forces, both young and old.
In the rustling leaves, a secret dance,
In the silent stars, a cosmic trance.
Beneath the waves, in the depths below,
A world alive, with creatures aglow.
In the quiet night, a realm of dreams,
Unseen by many, yet bursting with gleams.
In the realms of the mind, thoughts take flight,
In the realms of the heart, emotions ignite.
A world of feelings, unseen but real,
A complex tapestry, we deeply feel.
The Unseen World, a treasure trove,
Of wonders waiting, to be behove.
A realm of magic, yet to be explored,
A mystery waiting, to be adored.
So let us open our hearts and minds,
To the Unseen World, where beauty binds.
With curiosity and awe, let us delve,
Into the mysteries, we long to unravel.
Prompt: The Sands of Time, they slowly flow,
Measuring moments, as they come and go.
A timeless force, that never ceases,
Marking the passage, of life's pieces.
With grains that slip, through fingers light,
The Sands of Time, a constant sight.
A reminder of life's fleeting nature,
A precious gift, a cherished treasure.
They hold the stories, of days gone by,
Of memories made, under the sky.
Of laughter, tears, and dreams pursued,
Of lessons learned, and wisdom accrued.
The Sands of Time, they never wait,
They carry on, with a steady gait.
Marking milestones, with their gentle touch,
Guiding us forward, as we clutch.
They teach us to value, each precious day,
To make the most, in every way.
To cherish moments, big and small,
For time's passage, touches us all.
So let us live, with hearts aware,
Of the Sands of Time, and how they fare.
Making memories, that will endure,
In the Sands of Time, forever pure.
Prompt: The Silent Witness, a tale untold,
A silent presence, calm and bold.
An observer in the shadows, standing by,
A witness to life's stories, with a watchful eye.
In moments of joy, and moments of sorrow,
The Silent Witness remains till tomorrow.
Witnessing life's dramas, with a quiet grace,
Holding secrets and truths, in a timeless space.
In moments of laughter, and moments of tears,
The Silent Witness stands, through the passing years.
Observing with compassion, without a word,
Taking note of every story, that is heard.
The Silent Witness sees the highs and lows,
The triumphs and defeats, life's ebb and flows.
A steadfast presence, in the chaos and noise,
A calm observer, with a patient poise.
But though silent, the Witness speaks,
Through keen observation, and insights that peek.
In the stillness of the heart, wisdom is found,
The Silent Witness, an anchor profound.
So take a moment, to pause and see,
The Silent Witness, within you and me.
A reminder to observe, with an open heart,
To be present in the moment, and play your part.
Prompt: At the edge of infinity, a mystery lies,
A cosmic canvas, painted with celestial dyes.
Stars that twinkle, with ancient light,
A cosmic dance, a mesmerizing sight.
Galaxies in clusters, vast and grand,
Stretching into space, beyond our land.
Nebulas swirling, with colors bright,
A cosmic ballet, in the realm of night.
Planets orbiting, in cosmic ballet,
Infinite worlds, in a cosmic array.
With moons that shimmer, and rings that gleam,
A celestial spectacle, a cosmic dream.
Black holes lurking, with gravity's pull,
A cosmic enigma, that leaves us full.
With mysteries unsolved, and questions deep,
The edge of infinity, a treasure to keep.
Explorers and dreamers, gaze with wonder,
At the edge of infinity, a cosmic thunder.
Infinite possibilities, yet to be known,
A cosmic playground, all on its own.
At the edge of infinity, we glimpse the sublime,
A cosmic marvel, that transcends time.
A reminder of our place, in the grand design,
At the edge of infinity, a cosmic shrine.
Prompt: A heart once broken, now on mend,
A journey of healing, on which we depend.
With tears that flow and wounds that ache,
Time's gentle balm, a path we take.
Each day a step, towards the light,
Seeking solace, in moments bright.
Finding comfort in cherished ways,
Embracing love, that forever stays.
Through friends and family, laughter and song,
We find our rhythm, we carry on.
With self-compassion, and patience too,
We heal the heart, and find anew.
So let us cherish, the mending heart,
A symbol of resilience, a work of art.
For in healing's embrace, we find our strength,
A heart renewed, a journey of great length.
Prompt: The art of letting go, a subtle grace,
A gentle act, in life's complex maze.
Releasing burdens, with a sigh,
Embracing freedom, as wings take flight.
It's learning to surrender, with open hands,
Releasing attachments, to far-off lands.
Letting memories drift, like autumn leaves,
Allowing new beginnings, like fresh spring breeze.
It's trusting the process, and letting be,
Accepting impermanence, with serenity.
For in letting go, we create space,
For new possibilities, to take their place.
The art of letting go, a profound art,
A bittersweet journey, that mends the heart.
For in the release, a peace is found,
A liberation of soul, that knows no bound.
Prompt: The threads of fate, a tapestry divine,
Woven with skill, by hands divine.
Interwoven strands, of destiny's design,
A symphony of life, a grand design.
Each thread a story, unique and bold,
A tale of adventure, yet to be told.
Some threads are bright, with joy and cheer,
Others are dark, with sorrow and fear.
Threads of love, binding hearts as one,
Threads of hope, when all seems done.
Threads of courage, guiding the way,
Threads of resilience, come what may.
The threads of fate, they intertwine,
A web of life, a cosmic design.
Connecting souls, across time and space,
Weaving a pattern, with intricate grace.
Sometimes we glimpse, a thread or two,
As we journey through, the world anew.
But the full picture, we cannot see,
For fate's design remains a mystery.
So we embrace, the threads we're given,
Weaving our own, as we're driven.
Navigating life's twists and turns,
With faith and trust, as our heart yearns.
For the threads of fate, they hold us tight,
Guiding us through, the day and night.
A tapestry of life, a story so grand,
Woven with threads, by a higher hand.
Prompt: Beneath the surface, lies a hidden world,
A realm unseen, a mystery unfurled.
Beyond the facade of what meets the eye,
Lies depths unknown, where secrets lie.
Beneath the surface, a treasure trove,
Of tales untold, of stories to behold.
A realm of dreams, of hopes and fears,
Where truths are buried, through the years.
Beneath the surface, emotions reside,
A complex maze, where feelings hide.
From joy to sorrow, from love to pain,
A world of emotions, an inner terrain.
Beneath the surface, mysteries abound,
Waiting to be discovered, to be found.
A realm of wonders, a realm of clues,
Where answers lie, for those who choose.
So delve deeper, beyond the known,
Explore the depths, make them your own.
For beneath the surface, lies a world unseen,
A world of magic, where truth convenes.
Prompt: Deep in the woods, where shadows dwell,
The whispers whisper secrets to tell.
Amidst the ancient trees so tall,
Lies a mystery, a mystical call.
Soft rustling leaves, a gentle breeze,
Whispers in the woods, a language of trees.
They speak of tales from ages past,
Of legends, lore, that forever will last.
They tell of faeries dancing in the night,
Of woodland creatures in the moon's soft light.
Of hidden paths and enchanted glades,
Where magic lingers in silent shades.
The whispers in the woods, they beckon you near,
To listen with your heart and lend your ear.
For in the stillness of nature's embrace,
Lies wisdom, wonder, and a sacred space.
So venture forth, with awe and grace,
Through mossy paths and fern-filled space.
And let the whispers guide your way,
To the secrets of the woods, where mysteries sway.
Prompt: Once upon a time, a tale untold,
A legacy, precious, adorned with gold.
A forgotten realm, lost in time,
Whose glory shone with a vibrant prime.
Once cherished by those who came before,
A treasure hidden, a lore to explore.
But history's pages turned with haste,
And memories faded, leaving no trace.
The whispers of valor, courage, and might,
Echoed faintly in the silence of the night.
The legacy once revered and grand,
Now lies abandoned, in a forgotten land.
Yet, a glimmer of hope still lingers on,
A whisper of a legacy, long withdrawn.
A treasure waiting to be rediscovered,
By those who seek with hearts uncovered.
So let us delve into the past,
Unraveling mysteries that will surely last.
For in the forgotten legacy's embrace,
Lies a treasure trove of wisdom and grace.
Prompt: Beneath the surface, hidden deep,
Lies a treasure trove, secrets to keep,
Locked away, in chambers unseen,
A tapestry of stories, a world unseen.
Whispers in the shadows, untold tales,
Concealed in hearts, like hidden trails,
Each one guarded, with utmost care,
A web of truths, too fragile to share.
Some secrets are memories, etched in pain,
Silent scars, that still remain,
Buried deep, in the sands of time,
Unspoken truths, a muted chime.
Others are dreams, cherished and dear,
Hopes and desires, too precious to share,
Kept close, in a sacred space,
A sanctuary, for the soul's embrace.
But secrets have weight, a burden to bear,
A heavy load, we sometimes wear,
A silent struggle, behind closed doors,
A labyrinth of emotions, with hidden floors.
So, let us be gentle, with the secrets we keep,
Respecting each heart, that holds them deep,
For they are a part, of who we are,
A tapestry of stories, both near and far.
Prompt: Beyond the horizon, the unknown lies,
A world of wonders, a new sunrise,
Where dreams take flight, on wings of hope,
And possibilities stretch, a boundless scope.
The journey ahead, an uncharted path,
With trials to face, and obstacles to surpass,
Yet the heart beats strong, with courage bold,
For the spirit is resilient, and adventures untold.
With each step forward, a new landscape unfolds,
With mysteries to unravel, and stories to be told,
Beyond the horizon, the possibilities abound,
In a realm of endless wonder, waiting to be found.
So, let us venture forth, with hearts held high,
And embrace the unknown, with a curious eye,
For beyond the horizon, our destiny awaits,
A world of infinite possibilities, beyond the gates.
Prompt: In Bethlehem, a story told,
Of Ruth and Boaz, faithful and bold,
Their love, a union, pure and true,
A tale of grace, a love that grew.
Boaz, a kinsman-redeemer wise,
Redeemed the land and won the prize,
He married Ruth with joy and pride,
Their bond, a treasure to abide.
Naomi, Ruth's mother-in-law,
Rejoiced with wonder, awe, and awe,
Her bitter days, turned sweet anew,
As Ruth found love, her heart renewed.
A son was born to Ruth and Boaz,
A gift of God, a joyful cause,
Redemption's joy, a story told,
In Ruth Chapter 4, a tale of old.
Prompt: In Bethlehem, Ruth toiled with care,
Gleaning grain with humble flare,
Her eyes downcast, her heart sincere,
Her faith in God, forever clear.
Boaz, a kind and wealthy man,
Beheld her with a generous plan,
He asked his workers, "Who is she?"
The answer filled him with empathy.
They spoke of Ruth's unwavering grace,
Her loyalty and humble pace,
Boaz approached with words of praise,
Her heart was filled with grateful rays.
He offered her protection's shade,
And more than barley, he conveyed,
Her labor blessed with bounteous share,
She praised the Lord in grateful prayer.
With joyful heart, Ruth homeward went,
Her faith and courage truly lent,
A tale of grace, in Ruth Chapter 2,
Of God's provision, ever true.
Prompt: In Bethlehem, a tale was told,
Of Ruth, with heart so brave and bold,
Her husband gone, her prospects dim,
She chose to stay and follow Him.
Her mother-in-law, Naomi, grieved,
But Ruth refused to be deceived,
With steadfast love and loyalty,
She stayed by Naomi's side with loyalty.
They traveled far to Moab's land,
Through desert heat, o'er shifting sand,
With naught but faith to guide their way,
Ruth's devotion on full display.
In Bethlehem, they finally arrived,
Where Ruth's heart and faith revived,
Her labor in the fields she found,
Where Boaz's grace and favor abound.
He noticed Ruth among the gleaners,
Her faith and beauty like a gleaming beacon,
He blessed her with abundant grain,
And Ruth's heart blossomed, free from pain.
Naomi's heart was filled with joy,
As Ruth found love, her life's new toy,
A faithful husband, Boaz, she wed,
Their union blessed, as God had said.
And thus, the story of Ruth was told,
A tale of love, so brave and bold,
Her faith rewarded, her heart made new,
In Ruth Chapter 1, a tale so true.
Prompt: A tale of sorrow, grief, and pain,
In Judges 21, we find the strain.
The tribe of Benjamin, in dire need,
Their women lost, their future bleak indeed.
The tribes of Israel, with hearts so sore,
Sought a solution, to restore,
The tribe of Benjamin, back to life,
To end the turmoil, the endless strife.
They sought the Lord, for guidance true,
To heal the wounds, and make things new.
They found a way, with wisdom rare,
To bring hope back, and heal the despair.
A solution found, a plan in place,
To provide wives, with love and grace,
For Benjamin's sons, a future bright,
With God's blessings, a guiding light.
A lesson learned, in Judges 21,
Of healing, restoration, and the sun,
That shines anew, after the storm,
To bring new hope, and hearts reform.
A reminder clear, of God's great love,
To restore, renew, from up above.
A healing balm, for wounds so deep,
In Judges 21, a promise to keep.
Prompt: A battle fierce, a clash of might,
In Judges 20, a gruesome sight.
The tribes of Israel, joined as one,
To seek justice, for what was done.
The Levite's concubine, a tragic tale,
Of violence, cruelty, beyond the pale.
The tribes of Benjamin, stood in defense,
Protecting evil, at their own expense.
But Israel's army, united strong,
Fought for justice, against the wrong.
The battle raged, with swords and spears,
Amidst the cries, the pain, the tears.
Though Benjamin fought with all their might,
In the end, they fell to Israel's right.
A sobering lesson, a costly toll,
Of the consequences of a sinful soul.
In Judges 20, we see the fight,
For justice, truth, and what is right.
A reminder true, to stand for good,
And fight against evil, as we should.
Prompt: In days of old, a story told,
Of a lost tribe, so brave and bold.
They sought for land, they sought for rest,
A place to call their very best.
They sent out spies, to find a place,
To settle down, to mark their space.
In Laish they found, a peaceful town,
With riches, wealth, and great renown.
They sought advice from a Levite,
Who gave them counsel, day and night.
They stole the idols, took the priest,
And left the town in chaos, least.
The tribe of Dan, so full of greed,
Took what they wanted, without heed.
But in their quest for riches grand,
They strayed from God's divine command.
They built an altar, made a shrine,
And worshipped idols, so malign.
They lost their way, their faith, their light,
And wandered far from what was right.
A cautionary tale, so clear,
Of greed and sin, and godly fear.
In Judges 18, we see,
The consequences of infidelity.
A reminder true, to stay on track,
And not be swayed by worldly lack.
To seek God's guidance, follow His way,
And not be led astray, come what may.
Prompt: In Israel's land, a tale is told,
Of Micah, whose heart was bold.
He crafted idols, gods of gold,
A practice that was brash and bold.
He made a shrine, a sacred place,
And sought a Levite to embrace.
To serve as priest, with wealth and grace,
He hoped to earn God's favor's trace.
The Levite came, and took the role,
Idols made, and gained control.
Micah thought his luck was bright,
With idols to guide him right.
But in those days, God's law was clear,
Idol worship, God did fear.
The Levite's deeds were not sincere,
And Micah's hope began to sear.
A cautionary tale, indeed,
Of misplaced faith and wrongful creed.
For idols false, though shiny bright,
Lead to darkness, away from light.
In Judges 17, we find,
A warning to keep in mind.
To worship God with heart and soul,
And let Him alone have control.
Prompt: Samson, bold and full of might,
Engaged in a fierce and fiery fight.
With foxes caught and tails ablaze,
He laid waste to fields in a blazing blaze.
The Philistines sought revenge, enraged,
Samson's actions, they could not gauge.
They came with an army, prepared for war,
But Samson fought with jawbone raw.
A weapon found, a jawbone strong,
Samson swung with a vengeance long.
He struck down foes left and right,
In a battle waged throughout the night.
Victorious, Samson stood his ground,
With jawbone scattered all around.
The Philistines defeated, they fled,
Samson's strength, they truly dread.
A tale of fire and jawbone's might,
Samson's valor shining bright.
A reminder that in life's crusade,
Strength and courage, never fade.
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.
