Prompt: Life's journey, bound by chains,
Of triumphs and failures, joys and pains.
We strive and struggle, with every breath,
In pursuit of dreams, or to conquer death.
Chains of expectations, society's norms,
Dictating our path, in prescribed forms.
Bound by obligations, duties to fulfill,
Sometimes losing ourselves, against our will.
Chains of memories, both sweet and sour,
Moments cherished, or ones we'd rather devour.
Holding us back, or propelling us forward,
Shackles of the past, sometimes a burden.
Chains of fears, doubts that hold us tight,
Limiting our reach, blocking our sight.
Holding us back from taking a leap,
Keeping us within a comfort zone, so deep.
Yet, amidst the chains, there's strength to find,
A fire within, a spirit that's not confined.
Breaking free, with courage and might,
Embracing life's journey, in a daring flight.
So, let us strive, and break the chains,
Embrace the unknown, and break the constraints.
Life's journey, a symphony to play,
Unfolding before us, each and every day.
Prompt: In the courtroom, a somber scene,
A defendant's fate, yet to glean.
The gavel falls, the trial begins,
As the accused awaits, with bated grins.
Charges levied, accusations made,
A case to prove, or to evade.
The tension high, the stakes are dire,
As the accused stands, facing the fire.
Witnesses testify, evidence presented,
The truth sought after, justice vented.
The defense pleads, the prosecution's strong,
As the accused's fate hangs, for so long.
The verdict's in, the judgment rendered,
A moment of truth, that leaves hearts tender.
Innocent or guilty, the decision made,
The accused's destiny, now conveyed.
The trial ends, with a final plea,
For mercy or justice, to set them free.
The accused departs, with a heavy heart,
Facing the consequences, a life apart.
Prompt: A kiddie pool, a summer delight,
A haven for kids, from morning till night.
A shallow oasis, just the right size,
Filled with water, up to their thighs.
With giggles and splashes, they make a splash,
In their own little pool, a watery bash.
They splash and play, with laughter and glee,
A summer wonderland, for them to be free.
Inflatable toys and floaties abound,
In the kiddie pool, a fun playground.
With water guns and buckets to pour,
Endless excitement, that they adore.
Their little toes dipped in cool water,
A summer treat, that couldn't be hotter.
A world of joy, so bright and cool,
In the kiddie pool, their very own pool.
So let them play, under the sun's warm rays,
In their kiddie pool, on carefree days.
A summer oasis, a splashy delight,
Where kids can play, from morning till night.
Prompt: The world's smallest dog, a tiny ball of fur,
A pint-sized pup, so dainty and demure.
With a wagging tail and eyes so bright,
A precious bundle, a delightful sight.
No bigger than a teacup, oh, so small,
But with a heart so big, it captivates all.
A tiny bark, a high-pitched sound,
Yet it fills the room, with joy profound.
In its little world, it runs and plays,
Bringing smiles and laughter, all the days.
A tiny companion, loyal and true,
A miniature wonder, a love so pure and new.
So small in size, but grand in heart,
A cherished pet, a work of art.
The world's smallest dog, a treasure so sweet,
A bundle of joy, a furry treat.
Prompt: Dad's old baseball mitt, worn and tattered,
A treasure from the past, memories scattered.
A relic of his youth, a game he played,
A symbol of his skills, the accolades he made.
With weathered leather, cracked and frayed,
It witnessed victories, where he once displayed,
His prowess on the field, a player so bold,
Catching fly balls, a story often told.
Though time has passed, and years have flown,
That mitt still holds the magic it's known.
For in Dad's heart, it's more than just a glove,
It's a symbol of his love for the game, his eternal love.
So he keeps it safe, a cherished treasure,
A reminder of his glory days of leisure,
And when he holds it close, memories lit,
Forever cherished, Dad's old baseball mitt.
Prompt: In the kitchen, warm and cozy,
Where the aroma's sweet and rosy,
Grandma bakes with love so true,
Her famous apple pie for me and you.
With apples plucked from the tree,
Handpicked with care, so patiently,
She peels and slices, just right,
Adding spices with delight.
A pinch of cinnamon, a dash of nutmeg,
A sprinkle of sugar, just a peg,
She rolls the dough with tender care,
Her culinary expertise so rare.
Into the oven, it goes to bake,
The anticipation hard to shake,
As the scent fills every nook and cranny,
My taste buds dance a merry fandango.
Golden crust, a sight to behold,
Juicy apples, caramelized and bold,
Grandma's apple pie, a treasured delight,
A scrumptious treat, morning, noon, and night.
So, we gather 'round the table with a sigh,
Grateful for Grandma's love and pie,
Savoring each bite with joy and cheer,
For Grandma's apple pie brings us near.
Prompt: A melody so sweet and pure,
A heavenly tune that will endure,
An angel's song, a seraph's voice,
That makes the heart and soul rejoice.
With notes that soar and lyrics soar,
A celestial hymn to adore,
A chorus sung by angel's choir,
That lifts the spirit, takes us higher.
An angel's song, a gift of grace,
A glimpse of heaven's radiant face,
A melody that heals and mends,
And to our souls, a solace sends.
So close your eyes, and listen well,
To angel's song, a wondrous spell,
That fills the air with harmonies,
And echoes through eternity's seas.
For angel's song, a timeless treasure,
A symphony of boundless measure,
A melody that heals and mends,
An angel's song, that never ends.
Prompt: In the soft glow of candlelight,
Whispers dance in the quiet night,
A flickering flame, a gentle glow,
As secrets shared, love's stories flow.
The warmth of the flame, a tender touch,
A love that's deep, it means so much,
The shadows dance, the whispers rise,
In the candlelight's romantic guise.
Two hearts entwined, side by side,
A love that's true, a love that's wide,
The flickering flame, a witness true,
To love's embrace, so pure and true.
In candlelight's embrace, they find,
A love that's pure, a love that's kind,
Whispers of love, like poetry spoken,
In the candlelight's glow, hearts awoken.
So let the candles whisper and glow,
A love that's eternal, a love that's aglow,
In candlelight's embrace, love's story told,
A love that's cherished, a love that's bold.
Prompt: Two hearts in sync, beating as one,
A symphony of love, forever begun,
In perfect rhythm, a melody so sweet,
A harmony of hearts, a love complete.
With every breath, they share the air,
In every moment, a love so rare,
Their souls entwined, their spirits aligned,
A harmony of hearts, forever signed.
Through trials and tests, they stay strong,
A love that's enduring, lasting long,
In harmony they dance, in each other's arms,
A love that's destined, with endless charms.
In laughter and tears, they find delight,
In each other's presence, day and night,
Their love a symphony, a timeless art,
A harmony of hearts, forever in their heart.
So let us celebrate this love so true,
A bond that's special, and forever new,
A symphony of hearts, a love divine,
In perfect harmony, for all of time.
Prompt: A kaleidoscope of memories, bright and bold,
In hues of silver, crimson, and gold,
A tapestry of moments, stitched with love,
Woven into a treasure trove, from above.
The laughter shared, the tears shed,
The dreams pursued, the words unsaid,
The places explored, the songs sung,
The battles fought, the victories won.
A kaleidoscope of memories, forever gleaming,
A mosaic of life, ever teeming,
Each piece unique, with its own hue,
A symphony of moments, old and new.
The sweet whispers of love, the warmth of a touch,
The scent of blooming flowers, the taste of a clutch,
The sights that mesmerize, the sounds that enthrall,
A kaleidoscope of memories, cherished above all.
Through the twists and turns of life's grand dance,
The memories remain, in a timeless trance,
They paint a portrait of a life well-lived,
A kaleidoscope of memories, eternally preserved.
So hold them close, these memories dear,
For they are the treasures we hold most near,
A kaleidoscope of moments, forever bright,
Guiding us through life's journey, with their radiant light.
Prompt: In the ring, with gloves of leather,
Moves a fighter, with a spirit that's clever,
Throwing jabs and hooks, left and right,
A shadow boxer, a formidable sight.
His movements swift, his footwork keen,
A boxing master, a fighting machine,
Dancing with shadows, in a graceful sway,
A display of skill, in a rhythmic play.
He ducks and weaves, with lightning speed,
Dodging punches, with a skillful heed,
His fists flying, in a dazzling show,
A shadow boxer, with an unstoppable flow.
He shadows his opponent, with keen eyes,
Anticipating moves, with clever tries,
Throwing combos, with precision and grace,
A shadow boxer, in a boxing embrace.
He fights his battles, in the ring of air,
A shadow boxer, with an invisible flair,
Training hard, with unwavering might,
A warrior of shadows, in the fading light.
So, let's applaud the shadow boxer's might,
In the ring of shadows, he fights the fight,
A champion of skill, with moves so bright,
The shadow boxer, a true boxing delight.
Prompt: Under a moonlit sky, I set sail,
With the moon as my guide, without fail,
A journey to the horizon wide,
Sailing with the moon, a wondrous ride.
The stars above, like twinkling lights,
Illuminate the waters, in surreal sights,
A celestial path, on waves so serene,
As I sail with the moon, in a tranquil scene.
The moon's reflection, on the water's face,
Adds a touch of magic, to this moonlit grace,
Guiding my vessel, with its gentle glow,
A celestial compass, in the night's soft flow.
The night breeze whispers, a soothing song,
As I sail along, all night long,
With the moon as my companion bright,
A celestial partner, in the moon's soft light.
The silence of the night, so profound,
As I sail with the moon, without a sound,
Lost in the beauty, of this nighttime tale,
Sailing with the moon, a dreamy sail.
So, let's sail away, with the moon above,
In a moonlit journey, filled with love,
A magical adventure, under the night's boon,
Sailing with the moon, to an ethereal tune.
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.
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
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