Prompt: Don’t shed a tear for me, I stand alone
This path of destiny is all my own
Once in the hands of fate there is no choice
An echo on the wind you’ll hear my voice
Some choose to fall behind
Some choose to lead
Some choose a golden path laden with greed
But it’s the nobler heart that makes you strong
And in that heart I’m with you all along
The old village lantern is calling me onward
Leading wherever I go
The old village lantern, a light in the dark
Bringing me closer to home
So when you think of me, do so with pride
Honor and bravery ruled by my side
And I’m your memories I will remain
I will forever be within the flame
Now at the journeys end we’ve traveled far
And all we have to show are battle scars
But in the love we share we will transcend
And I’m that love our journey never ends
Lovely eyes, long flowing locks, pale skin and sad tears
Prompt: A beautiful full-length girl with a blonde braid is dressed in a folk-style dress by Russian designer Vyacheslav Zaitsev walking down the catwalk.Russian patterns.Gzhel.Khokhloma.Palekh.Amber.Ruby.
Prompt: The Spirit of Winter: beautiful woman, with long white hair and deep blue eyes wearing a long flowing palest blue dress dress holding a chalice made of crystal, atmospheric, deep perspective, realistic, natural colors, muted colors, intricate details, majestic, magnificent, magical, mystical, magical realism, fantastical, 8k
Prompt: The Spirit of Winter: beautiful woman, with long white hair and deep blue eyes wearing a long flowing palest blue dress dress holding a chalice made of crystal, atmospheric, deep perspective, realistic, natural colors, muted colors, intricate details, majestic, magnificent, magical, mystical, magical realism, fantastical, 8k
Prompt: The Spirit of Winter: beautiful woman, with long brown hair and deep blue eyes wearing a long flowing palest blue dress dress holding a chalice made of crystal, atmospheric, deep perspective, realistic, natural colors, muted colors, intricate details, majestic, magnificent, magical, mystical, magical realism, fantastical, 8k
Prompt: The Spirit of Winter: beautiful woman, with long brown hair and deep blue eyes wearing a long flowing palest blue dress dress holding a chalice made of crystal, atmospheric, deep perspective, realistic, natural colors, muted colors, intricate details, majestic, magnificent, magical, mystical, magical realism, fantastical, 8k
Prompt: The Spirit of Winter: beautiful woman, with long brown hair and deep blue eyes wearing a long flowing palest blue dress, atmospheric, deep perspective, realistic, natural colors, muted colors, intricate details, majestic, magnificent, magical, mystical, magical realism, fantastical, 8k
Prompt: The Spirit of Winter: beautiful woman, with long brown hair and deep golden eyes wearing a long flowing palest blue dress, atmospheric, deep perspective, realistic, natural colors, muted colors, intricate details, majestic, magnificent, magical, mystical, magical realism, fantastical, 8k
Prompt: Create an exciting image of high artistry. A young elven girl, beauty, with blond curly hair, a charming slightly sad smile, in a magnificent greenish-blue translucent dress, stands next to the viewer in a half-turn. Her graceful features are accentuated by a magic necklace, adding sophistication, sophistication and brilliance. Behind the girl there is a noble mountain landscape, high sharp snow-capped peaks in the distance, a little lower and closer - hills with rocks and majestic pines and valleys with streams and lakes in a hazy haze. Achieve hyperrealism to convey the majesty of this fantasy world and delight the viewer with every smallest detail. Careful drawing of the mountain landscape and the image of the elf girl. Wet-on-wet technique, Beautiful watercolor, runaway wet paints, watercolor paint with water spray, 8k
Prompt: Mirrors of Your Mind
Welcome to your mind
And all you kept inside
Welcome to the only place
Where all your fears await
I know it’s dark in here
And I can feel your fear
Why must you escape this fate?
What is it now you wish to hate?
In the mirrors of your mind
You will find nothing more
In the mirrors of your mind
That’s where I’m not ignored
You have made me, you have paid me
With your soul
Remember your old dreams
A face in shadows gleamed
And harmonies will break apart
With the fractures in your heart
And now it’s time to play
With monsters you create
And cast upon my chasm floor
I ask no more
In the mirrors of your mind
Chastised by the undead
In the mirrors of your mind
The demons of the life you’ve led
You brought them here
Named your fears
And now it’s time to pay
With your soul
Prompt: Give me a break in the water walls Crack the stars from the dying halls Give me a fractured twist in the dark Flood my Holland with the falling stars
Prompt: A fantasy maiden holding a golden locket. Modest, beautiful white dress, sitting beside a fountain. Magical, fantasy, ethereal, romantic. Long, brown hair.
Prompt: A photorealistic image of a beautiful woman. She has long black hair, super detailed, gorgeous flowing. She has beautiful emerald green eyes, almond shaped. She has a beautiful tan, olive skin tone. Her facial structure is asiatic
Prompt: Buckleupagus
If there is a Headless Horseman,
Of whom we know so well
He’d barely make a cameo
In the tale I have to tell
Every night through traffic lights,
The devil runs his steed
To find those upon the road
Who seatbelts don’t heed
Twas once a horse in Santa Fe
Killed by a reckless driver
Buckles for two, never used
Two fewer the survivors
Tryin’ to find the guilty man
Who ripped his heart in two
Searchin’ faces dead and cold,
And now he’s come for you
So if you wish to live right long,
Strap em good and tight
For the devil rides Buckleupagus
Through traffic every night.
Prompt: Song of the Moon
Sky ships on their courses sail
Above the road of bone and whale
To roam the seas of darkness wide
With bows of velvet neath the tide
Vessels manned by ghost and ghoul
Homeward bound to sacred rule
To Lonely Island gallantly
To Home that calls above the sea
But deep beneath the sacred ground
A tyrant sleeps toward heaven’s soul
And should by fate he chance to wake
Thence the land with ashes take
Then dims the homely beacon
Swept by the tyrant’s sin
It wains as it pulls the tide
The call where all the ghouls abide
But some things will and always be
As the sleeping of the sea
And once the tyrant sleeps again
Then is forgotten to men
The Song of the Moon.
Prompt: Then give me a brake in the water wall
Crack the stars from their halls
Give me a fractured twist in the dark
Flood my Holland with with the falling stars
Epic fantasy romantic ethereal magical painting
Prompt: There is a teenaged girl, handsome, with a brave look on his face. She has hazel eyes and medium length hair, that is a little messy. She looks heroic and cautious, but also happy, comical. He is dressed in fantasy traveler's clothes. Photorealistic, super detailed
Prompt: Prologue
Sing an ode to the seasons turn
A trail of bloodlust fervor
And dance to the tune of night
Where the rivers speak of red summers
Here’s an ode to the dying words
Forgotten now through time
A prophecy, an elegy
Must now in darkness climb
And here’s an ode to the riddle of doors
Near the mountainside
Where fear fulfilled, blood was spilled
And wash our dark collide
Here’s an ode to worlds of glass
Beyond the fractures deep
The righteous there are waiting
To wake again from sleep
And now an ode to all once lost
To hearts ready to break
Behold, your love is sleeping
In time, all things will wake
Here’s an ode to silent tears
All who in darkness died
The morning dawns a new hope
To rise when worlds collide
Last an ode to brokenness
And scars buried deep
There’s beauty in the fractures
Where God his people keeps
Prompt: There lies a glass coffin in the cavern, with cracks running through the glass surface. Fantasy image, super detailed, hyperrealistic, photorealistic. The sides of the coffin are clouded over. There is a coffin in the center of the cavern, a rectangular box laid with intricate designs, made completely of glass. The sides of the coffin are of clear glass, clouded over and moist, cold, cracked, about to shatter. The reflection of the light is clear on the sides. Clear glass
Prompt: The Raven
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing
Prompt: Sing an ode to the seasons turn
A trail of bloodlust fervor
And dance to the tune of night
Where the rivers speak of red summers
Here’s an ode to the dying words
Forgotten now through time
A prophecy, an elegy
Must now in darkness climb
And here’s an ode to the riddle of doors
Near the mountainside
Where fear fulfilled, blood was spilled
And wash our dark collide
Here’s an ode to worlds of glass
Beyond the fractures deep
The righteous there are waiting
To wake again from sleep
And now an ode to all once lost
To hearts ready to break
Behold, your love is sleeping
In time, all things will wake
Here’s an ode to silent tears
All who in darkness died
The morning dawns a new hope
To rise when worlds collide
Last an ode to brokenness
And scars buried deep
There’s beauty in the fractures
Where God his people keeps
Prompt: Red Summer
Sing an ode to the seasons turn
A trail of bloodlust fervor
And dance to the tune of night
Where the rivers speak of red summers
Here’s an ode to the dying words
Forgotten now through time
A prophecy, an elegy
Must now in darkness climb
And here’s an ode to the riddle of doors
Near the mountainside
Where fear fulfilled, blood was spilled
And wash our dark collide
Here’s an ode to worlds of glass
Beyond the fractures deep
The righteous there are waiting
To wake again from sleep
And now an ode to all once lost
To hearts ready to break
Behold, your love is sleeping
In time, all things will wake
Here’s an ode to silent tears
All who in darkness died
The morning dawns a new hope
To rise when worlds collide
Last an ode to brokenness
And scars buried deep
There’s beauty in the fractures
Where God his people keeps
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.