Prompt: Golden stilettos, so sleek and high,
Glimmering with glamour, reaching for the sky.
Shimmering in the light, like precious metal rare,
A statement of confidence, with style to spare.
Adorning her feet, with confidence and grace,
A touch of luxury, as she sets her pace.
With each step she takes, a click and a clack,
Golden stilettos, leading her attack.
A symbol of power, of strength and flair,
Golden stilettos, a fashionista's affair.
They elevate her stature, make her stand tall,
Commanding attention, as she walks down the hall.
The golden hue, a dazzling sight,
Reflecting her radiance, day or night.
A touch of opulence, in her every stride,
With golden stilettos, she cannot hide.
So bold and fierce, they make her shine,
Golden stilettos, a treasure so fine.
They're her fashion weapon, her statement piece,
Exuding confidence, and inner peace.
In the world of fashion, they're a precious find,
Golden stilettos, leaving hearts behind.
A footwear fantasy, a fashion dream,
With golden stilettos, she reigns supreme.
Prompt: Come one, come all, to the yard sale so grand,
A treasure trove of goodies, just waiting to be scanned.
From knick-knacks to trinkets, and things big and small,
There's something for everyone, come one, come all!
A rusty old bike with spokes all askew,
A vintage typewriter, still clacking anew.
A dusty old record player, spinning vinyl so neat,
And a quilt hand-stitched, so soft and so sweet.
There are books by the dozen, from old tomes to new,
A teapot with a chip, but it brews a great brew.
A puzzle missing pieces, a puzzle solved,
A doll with a cracked smile, but still much-loved.
A lawn chair that reclines, a lamp with a shade,
A painting of a sunset, with colors that fade.
A box of old tools, each one with a tale,
A jewelry box of memories, with a hidden secret's veil.
There are clothes for all ages, from vintage to chic,
A hat with feathers, so posh and unique.
A pair of roller skates, all scuffed and worn,
Prompt: Easter bells ring, announcing spring,
In Poland, a joyous time they bring.
A feast of faith, a family affair,
With customs cherished, beyond compare.
The table set, adorned with care,
A symbol of abundance, beyond compare.
White linens spread, a sign of purity,
With flowers bright, a burst of maturity.
First, the blessed eggs, or "pisanki" they say,
Decorated in colors, in an intricate display.
Each one unique, a work of art,
Symbolizing new life, a fresh start.
Then, the "zurek" soup, sour and rich,
Made with fermented rye, a savory pitch.
With sausage and potatoes, a hearty treat,
A comfort food, that can't be beat.
Next, the "kiełbasa," a sausage divine,
Grilled to perfection, a savory shrine.
Juicy and smoky, bursting with flavor,
A Polish delicacy, to savor.
"Placki ziemniaczane," potato pancakes fried,
Golden and crispy, on the side.
Served with sour cream, a creamy delight,
A Polish staple, a culinary sight.
And the "barszcz" beet soup, vibrant and red,
Prompt: Flashes streak across the night,
Ethereal glow, a wondrous sight,
Invisible bolts, a fleeting show,
Heat lightning dances, with an eerie glow.
Silent cracks light up the sky,
A moment's brilliance, then a sigh,
A dazzling tease, a mystical dance,
Nature's firework, a fleeting trance.
A midnight spectacle, a celestial art,
Illuminating darkness, a fleeting heart,
A dazzling mystery, a flickering spark,
Heat lightning's beauty, a brief remark.
Prompt: On a moonless night, so dark and deep,
A raven flew, a secret to keep.
Its wings were black as midnight's shroud,
Its beady eyes, so piercing and proud.
With feathers sleek, and talons sharp,
It soared above, without a harp.
Its croaky caw, a haunting sound,
Echoed through the misty ground.
Through forests dense, it glided low,
Its ebony plumage in eerie glow.
A creature of mystery and dread,
It filled the night with silent dread.
The Black Raven, a harbinger of gloom,
A messenger from beyond the tomb.
Its presence spoke of doom and plight,
A symbol of darkness, a bird of the night.
So heed its warning, if you dare,
For in its eyes, a message rare.
Beware the shadows, beware the dark,
For the Black Raven leaves its mark.
Prompt: Running on empty, feeling drained,
Endless tasks and goals to be attained.
With days so busy, and nights so late,
Feeling overwhelmed by life's swift rate.
Time slipping by, a constant race,
In the hustle, losing pace.
Fuel running low, energy spent,
Yearning for rest, a moment lent.
But amidst the chaos, a gentle voice,
Whispering to make a different choice.
To slow down, to breathe and pause,
To find solace in nature's cause.
A walk in the woods, a quiet break,
Or sitting still by a tranquil lake.
Recharging mind, body, and soul,
Filling up again to feel more whole.
Running on empty, no more to be,
Embracing moments to feel truly free.
Finding balance, in life's grand scheme,
Renewed and refreshed, a fulfilling dream.
Prompt: Winter's chill, so soon begun,
Lands on leaves and blades of sun,
A frozen kiss, a cold embrace,
Autumn's end, a swift-paced race.
Colors fade to white and gray,
Mornings crisp, with skies so pale,
Nights grow long, the days grow short,
Early frost, a sudden report.
Jack Frost paints with icy hand,
On the landscape, a wintry brand,
Sparkling crystals, glistening bright,
Nature's jewel in morning light.
Animals seek warmth and cover,
As frost creeps, a silent lover,
Yet in this chill, a beauty shines,
Nature's art, in frozen lines.
So let's embrace the frosty morn,
With hearts aglow, and spirits born,
For winter's chill, though bitter cold,
Brings wonder, joy, and tales untold.
Prompt: In Michigan, as autumn unfolds,
A cider mill, a story told,
Where apples aplenty, hang from trees,
Awaiting their fate, with eager ease.
The air is crisp, with a hint of chill,
As cider mill wheels, turn with thrill,
Crushing apples, into a mash,
Sweet aroma, a fragrant splash.
The press comes next, with wooden creak,
Squeezing juice, so pure and sleek,
Amber liquid, flows in a stream,
A taste of fall, a cider dream.
Families gather, young and old,
To savor cider, hot or cold,
With cinnamon, a spicy note,
And donuts sweet, a special vote.
The orchard, a colorful sight,
With apples red, yellow, and bright,
Pumpkins dotting, the farm fields,
Nature's bounty, a harvest yield.
Kids play games, amidst the trees,
As leaves crunch, beneath their knees,
Hayrides roll, with laughter's peal,
A cider mill, a festive feel.
In Michigan's fall, a cherished thrill,
A cider mill, atop the hill,
Where memories made, and stories spun,
In a season of warmth, and apple fun.
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Prompt: sexy girl posing in a library,highly detailed, digital painting, elegant, 8k, portrait, very attractive, fantasy, manga, anime, beautiful, dynamic lighting, poster, close up, colourful, cinematic postprocessing, pixel art
Prompt: very cute beautiful sexy turquoise-haired turquoise girl looking at me straight in he eyes, on a sand beach, sunny, digital painting, extremely detailed, intricate, 8k, portrait, very attractive, beautiful, dynamic lighting, poster, close up, crisp quality, colourful, very cute, cinematic post processing, pixel art, naive and fresh, urban background
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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.
