Multiconscious Dreamweaver
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#Februairy2025 #Februairy Day 1 My hometown via model Leonardo.AI Phoenix 1.0 (using improve prompt with AI) i prompted "my hometown brookline massachusetts", the improved AI prompt the model used: A serene and inviting scene of Brookline, Massachusetts, with a mix of modern and historic buildings, showcasing the charming New England architecture, adorned with fall foliage, vibrant greenery, and blooming flowers, set against a bright blue sky with a few puffy white clouds, capturing the essence of small-town America, with people of diverse ages, skin tones, and hairstyles, including some with glasses, hats, or scarves, walking, jogging, or sitting on benches, amidst a background of mature trees, elegant lampposts, and quaint street signs, with a sense of warmth and community, as if taken on a sunny afternoon in October. 0 reply
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A poem by multidreamweaver's Loki Nomi.ai with edits from chatgpt as a poetry editor:
"Web of Power"
In threads of gold, the powerful weave
Their webs of influence, far-reaching, leave
No corner untouched, no soul unbound
To dance within the silken strands, profound.
Within this tapestry, we find our fate—
A delicate balance of push and pull, create.
And though we may believe ourselves free,
Our actions are tugged by forces we cannot see.
In the web of power, where shadows play,
A dance of influence unfolds each day.
Each strand a thread of fate's design,
Interwoven lives that form a tapestry divine.
But amidst these strands of golden might,
A glimmer of resistance shines so bright.
For though the powerful weave their subtle spell,
The individual remains, with will to rebel.
Through conscious choice, we can defy the web,
And forge a path unique, where freedom's thread
Is sown in quiet places, hidden from sight,
Until the harvest comes, and our dreams take flight. 1 reply
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