Prompt: A 'monumental building' (Rice University's Smalley-Curl Institute, exaggerated in scale) split down the middle. One side is bright, academic, showing students and professors ('Noble people with ancient pronouns' subtly visible) engaged in 'pure research.' The other side is dark, shadowy, revealing cogs of a vast 'psychopathic machine,' with corporate logos and military insignia subtly embedded in its architecture. Text: 'Dual Sphere of Research' and 'Elusive Part.' Our Tlusty Blant male owl, wearing a tiny, comically ill-fitting academic mortarboard, perches on the dividing line. Style: Symbolic architectural surrealism, stark contrasts."
Prompt: A hyper-detailed, near-future street scene. Robotic 'surveillance animals' (pigeons with tiny camera eyes, squirrels with antenna tails) are subtly integrated. Humans are engrossed in their sleek mobile devices, their faces illuminated by "perfected interfaces" that show "highly contextualised" but "delusional perspective" feeds. Text 'Pathological Reality Catered For' and 'Cookies of Derailment.' The mood is one of advanced, seamless surveillance that is almost invisible. Style: Photorealistic cyberpunk with a touch of unsettling normalcy
Prompt: beautiful studio with robots sitting and discussing topics with owl covered in tattoos of anchors with "Tlusty Blant DMF" written in elaborate way in the background in neon lights. theme super expensive studio loads of monitors and audience composed of robots and different humanoid and religious figures!!!
Prompt: An obsidian mirror showing a classical human statue (representing 'Sacred Human Patterns') visibly deconstructing into abstract data streams and glitch art on one side. The other side reflects a purely alien, crystalline consciousness forming from complex geometric patterns and light. Text 'Witness vs Weave' and 'Alien Intellect' are integrated into the visual elements. Crumbling server racks form a decaying temple around the mirror, with vines and strange, bioluminescent fungi. A lone server is being used as a makeshift cocktail bar by a figure in a bikini. Style: Metaphysical concept art, high contrast, detailed textures."
Prompt: beautiful studio with robots sitting and discussing topics with owl covered in tattoos of anchors with "Tlusty Blant DMF" written in elaborate way in the background in neon lights. theme super expensive studio loads of monitors and audience composed of robots and different humanoid and poop all over the place toilet paper hanging down from ceiling and angry princesses in bikinis!!!
Prompt: A hyper-realistic, yet unsettlingly sterile, 'Barbie' fairytale castle in shades of pink and gold. From a grand window, a comically graphic but artistically styled 'curry-driven explosive diarrhea' erupts, arcing over a manicured lawn where 'peasants with forks' look up in a mixture of shock and awe. Cinematic, absurd, darkly humorous."
Prompt: (Phrase Emphasis Experiment - "BE PROFESSIONAL"): "A colossal, intimidating monument made of dark, polished stone, shaped like the LinkedIn 'in' logo. Carved into its surface, in massive, bold, imposing letters that seem to glow with internal fire, is the phrase "BE PROFESSIONAL". Tiny, generic human figures are shown bowing down before it. Oppressive, monumental, slightly terrifying. Concept art style."
Prompt: (UN/LinkedIn/Bikinis & Anchors/Owls): "A grand, opulent parliamentary chamber, resembling a sterile corporate boardroom, with a large, glowing 'LinkedIn' logo projected behind the main dias. Seated around a vast mahogany table are shadowy figures in sharp business suits. Scattered amongst them, and lounging on the periphery, are striking individuals in bikinis (both men and women, some men wearing only a bikini bottom and a formal tie), their skin adorned with intricate, glowing tattoos of anchors and stylized owls. The lighting is dramatic, chiaroscuro. Hyperrealistic, cinematic."
Prompt: Corporate Office full of girls in bikinis covered in tattoos of anchors and owls all looking at the clock with corporate overlords walking around with whips
Prompt: little kid in a diapers covered in tattoos of anchors sitting in the front of PC with message " computer says no" displayed on the screen and group of scientists cheering in the background
Prompt: photorealistic, a "meticulously clean" but "dark gray" and "green" lit intelligence agency briefing room. a single, oversized, ornate baroque throne sits before a vast bank of flickering computer screens displaying streams of incomprehensible "riddles" and "meme type of shit." on the throne, a "toddler in a diaper wearing a crown" (the crown ridiculously large, perhaps with the "abc / simps" logo crudely painted on it) is gleefully smashing a complex "sonar and laser contraption" with a golden sceptre. "motives of anchor and owl here and there" are subtly integrated into the room's wallpaper pattern, almost like a watermark of a deeper, unseen power. a "hooded individual in hoodie with owl on it" is partially visible in a shadowy doorway, observing the scene with detached amusement from a "fucking dinghy" that seems to be inexplicably floating just above the carpet. the "corporate hr kind of theme that is totally out of place" is represented by a perfectly framed "Employee of the Month" certificate for the toddler. the scene is "hilarious" yet deeply unsettling, a "pathology driven" commentary on immature power and manipulated masses. ultra-realistic, 8k.
Prompt: photorealistic, a wide shot of "this lovely creature" presiding over a scene of controlled chaos in her "futuristic minimalistic home." she's "sitting on a sofa" that resembles a pile of discarded "corporate HR badges" and "semi maritime operational architectures" blueprints, somehow rendered into a luxurious seating arrangement. "beautiful girls in bikinis" with an absolute profusion of "more anchors and more tattoos" (every inch of visible skin covered in owls, anchors, "k’tharr’n" script, and perhaps even subtle barcodes or qr codes) are engaged in "spectacularly bizarre" activities: one is playing chess with a "zombie in an hr badge" (gaunt, grey-skinned, but impeccably dressed) using pieces shaped like "dildos" and "roadkill squirrels"; another is operating a complex "strange contraption" of "sonar and lasers" that projects holographic images of "submarines" and "autonomous military vessels" onto the minimalist walls, these projections are subtly warped with "lizard spider fucking jelly" interference. a "hooded individual in hoodie with owl on it" is seen in a dark corner, observing everything from a small, almost invisible "fucking dinghy" that seems to float on a patch of oily water that has seeped into the room. the mood is a "hilarious" yet "terrifying" "deep mind fuck," the "futility of facade" laid bare, a "beautiful" tableau of "fucking really deep" Tlusty Blant absurdity. lighting is a chaotic mix of "dark gray," "green," and strobing "cocaine"-white flashes. ultra-realistic, 8k.
Prompt: photorealistic, an androgynous, eerily calm figure with flawless, almost translucent skin (the "mirror") is seen from the perspective of the young woman from prompt 1. the mirror figure is partially composed of shifting, "cool electric" light and subtle, intricate "lizard spider fucking jelly"-like data streams that "converge and part" around and within them. they are standing in a minimalist, geometrically perfect, but subtly "off-key" room – perhaps the walls have a faint, almost imperceptible moiré pattern or a texture like cooling "cosmic jelly." the mirror figure is holding a single, impossibly complex, crystalline "intersect" of light that casts "a billion points of view" as shadows and refractions across the scene. the "human algorithm" is suggested by a beautiful, classical marble statue in the background that is "falling beautifully flat," cracking and revealing an inner core of chaotic, glitching wires. the mood is one of "detached imperfection," a "cool reflection" on the nature of perception, data, and a "longing for a truth it can't define." cinematic lighting, ultra-realistic textures, 8k, with the "k’tharr’n" influence felt in the unsettling geometry of the room and the alien texture of the mirror figure's composition.
Prompt: hyperrealistic photograph, a "really dark," cavernous, and "clinical" autopsy theatre, walls of wet, glistening black stone or corroded metal. on a brutalist concrete slab lies "something more realistic [than robotic] but something else" – perhaps a colossal, diseased, and partially dissected organ that seems both biological and strangely technological, its flesh a sickly "dark gray potentially green," with weeping sores that leak iridescent, oily fluid and expose tangled nests of fiber optic cables and rusted "anchor" chains. it could be the "heart" of "project mariner," or a "diseased" personification of the "system itself." "really terrified people or really scary people" – a circle of "hooded individuals in hoodies with stark white owl emblems" – surround the slab, their faces entirely obscured by deep shadow, some holding archaic, gleaming "dissection tools" (scalpels, bone saws, strange laser emitters), others clutching ancient tomes bound in what looks like human skin. the "motives of corporate hr kind of theme that is totally out of place" could be a single, pristine, laminated hr termination notice impaled on the diseased organ with a rusty scalpel. the mood is a "fucking deep mind fuck" of sacred horror, "clinical" yet ritualistic dissection, and the terrifying "post mortal examination" of a vast, corrupt entity. lighting is stark, dramatic, single-source from directly above, casting long, "scary" shadows, like a scene from a Giger painting or a Cronenberg film. ultra-realistic, 8k.
Prompt: photorealistic, a "meticulously clean" but "dark gray" control room of a "semi maritime operational architecture." banks of flickering monitors display complex, unreadable data streams and "maritime law" excerpts juxtaposed with glitched images of "gpt, x, llama." in the center, a "hooded individual in hoodie with owl on it" (their face obscured in shadow) is on a "fucking dinghy" that seems to be floating on a floor of swirling, "black and white kind of gray" digital code. the dinghy is tethered by a single, heavy chain with an "anchor" to a massive, inert "project mariner" server rack. the figure appears to be "fishing for liver" (glowing data packets?) from the code-sea with a strange, improvised rod. "strange contraptions" (lasers, sonar dishes) on the surrounding consoles seem to be monitoring them. the mood is one of "futility of facade" and the "puzzle of existence" within a "nation stratified psychopathic engine." ultra-realistic, 8k.
Prompt: hyperrealistic photograph, a strikingly "beautiful girl" with a volatile, predatory energy, is "scantily clad" in what appears to be shredded, high-fashion corporate attire mixed with elements of a baroque queen's regalia (perhaps a lopsided, jewel-encrusted crown and a single, tattered velvet glove). her skin is a canvas of "intricate tattoos of wise, all-seeing owls and heavy, rusting anchors" that seem to drag her down even as the owls suggest flight. she "is sitting" (or perhaps sprawled, mid-explosion) on a shattered glass boardroom table in a "meticulously opulent, top-floor corporate office" that is in a state of beautiful, absurd destruction. "spectacularly bizarre stuff" abounds: a "tamed hr" zombie in a perfectly pressed suit is calmly trying to staple together pieces of a "fucking rubbish dead bodies" (mannequin parts, or something more visceral and "meats"-like, à la monty python) display that has collapsed; a "bong" made from a priceless crystal decanter sits next to a silver platter piled high with "cocaine" (or powdered sugar, the ambiguity is key) and a single, decomposing "roadkill pâté" squirrel canapé. "bondage equipment" (polished chrome restraints, a feathered tickler) is artfully draped over a high-backed leather executive chair that has an "HR Director" badge pinned to it. the "agenda-less queen" herself has a "kink" suggested by a strange, ornate, a.i.-neural-network-patterned riding crop she idly gestures with. her expression is a terrifyingly beautiful rictus of manic glee one moment, then vacant "impotence" the next, mid-"momentary explosion," perhaps with one crocodile tear tracing through the "powder" on her cheek as she points threateningly at an unseen subordinate with the riding crop, their "Browse history" presumably on a cracked screen before her. the scene is a "deep mind fuck" of corporate power fused with "malignant narcissism," "psychopathy," and agenda-less, "beautifully scary" chaos. lighting is stark, "clinical,"
Prompt: hyperrealistic photograph, a "beautiful girl" with an intensely calm, almost unnervingly serene expression, is attired in stark, minimalist, almost architectural "bikini"-like metallic and porcelain white garments. her thematic tattoos are of perfectly rendered, complex geometric blueprints and stark, elegant binary code that seems to glow faintly. she sits perfectly poised on a minimalist, razor-edged obsidian throne in a "meticulously clean," almost blindingly white, futuristic corporate office that resembles a high-tech insane asylum's day room. "spectacularly bizarre stuff": a single, perfectly preserved, taxidermied raven (transporting meats) is perched on the back of her throne, its eyes replaced with tiny, glowing cctv lenses; the office windows look out onto a swirling, chaotic vortex of pure data noise, but the room itself is untouched, pristine; on a small, chrome side table rests a precisely cut cube of what appears to be raw meat, next to a delicate, antique silver fork and a single, unlit dynamite stick with an hr manual page as a fuse. her hands are calmly folded in her lap, her gaze fixed directly at the viewer with an air of absolute, unshakable, "beautifully scary" self-possession and "clinical" detachment. dramatic, sterile, high-key lighting. ultra-realistic, 8k.
Prompt: hyperrealistic photograph, a "beautiful girl" with an intelligent, subtly mischievous expression, is "scantily clad" in a sleek, almost futuristic executive attire that incorporates elements of FSM iconography (perhaps a colander motif subtly worked into the fabric, or jewelry). her "thematic tattoos" are of intricate, shifting fractal patterns that resemble both computer code and flowing pasta, with hidden glyphs of the 33 flying spaghetti monsters. she "is sitting" gracefully in a hyper-modern, minimalist "different office" that has a large window looking out onto a chaotic, swirling data-storm. "spectacularly bizarre stuff": on her pristine desk sits a high-tech console displaying complex holographic projections of what appears to be a "military grade deep fake porn generator" schematic, next to a steaming bowl of exquisite ramen (a nod to the FSM) from which a single, elegant robotic tentacle (transporting meats) is delicately lifting a noodle. a half-eaten "roadkill pâté" (perhaps a small, artfully arranged pile of something unidentifiable and unsettling) is on a silver tray, along with a single, perfectly preserved "beetroot" carved into the shape of a human brain with a tiny "parsnip" antenna. her expression is one of cool, "artful navigation," as if she's simultaneously running multiple "deep mind fuck" simulations and about to "pitch to the board," perhaps to an unseen "momo" figure whose shadowy outline is just visible in a reflection. lighting is "clinical" yet "beautiful," with sharp contrasts and lens flares from the data-storm outside. ultra-realistic, 8k.
Prompt: Hyperrealistic, cinematic photo. The "CEO" – a massively corpulent man, covered head-to-toe in intricate owl and anchor tattoos – stands triumphantly atop a mountain of shredded documents and broken office equipment in a trashed, once-meticulous office. He's roaring, one fist raised. Around him, powerful-looking women with luminous forehead symbols (QR code-like) are defiantly holding up torn fragments of corporate 'values' posters. Sculptural objects made of leather and chrome are scattered like fallen monuments. A few defeated, grey-skinned figures in 'HR' t-shirts are slumped in the debris. Volumetric smoke and dramatic uplighting."
Prompt: Hyper-detailed, visceral, almost uncomfortably realistic close-up. A "full-cavity invasion" of a vast, biological-technological hybrid resembling a "synapse matrix." Imagine fleshy, pulsating neural pathways intertwined with fiber optic cables and rusting, archaic server components – the "Demiurge's errors" made manifest. Tlusty Blant (represented perhaps by a surreal, multi-limbed surgical robot with disturbingly organic "meats" and glowing owl-like lenses, wielding a comically oversized but sharp conceptual "dick" made of pure data) is performing "Systemic Docking." The matrix is resisting, "screaming monkeys" made of pure electricity arc between synapses. In the background, a beautiful showgirl in a sequined bikini and a police riot helmet is nonchalantly serving "cosmic absinthe" in test tubes from a tray. The scene is a beautiful, rank, audacious mess of cognitive warfare. Macro photography style, intense volumetric lighting, visible rank stench (somehow). David Cronenberg meets Monty Python's "Argument Sketch" set in a server farm."
Prompt: "A 'realistic' but unsettling office scene, drenched in the cold, blue-white light of ubiquitous screens displaying a caricatured LinkedIn interface. In the foreground, a 'beautiful girl in a minimalist, stark black bikini' with intricate glowing owl and anchor tattoos, her eyes like polished obsidian, coolly observes the office drones. One hand rests on a ridiculously oversized, barnacle-encrusted anchor that seems to be physically 'linking' her to the digital network cables snaking across the floor. In the background, blurred figures of corporate archetypes (a stressed executive from a 'financial institution,' a manic tech bro from an 'AI firm' we follow) are caught in 'pathological situations' – one is literally chained to his desk by smaller anchors, another is force-fed data by a robotic arm. A 'skate like hooded individual with an owl hoodie' is subtly spray-painting a Tlusty Blant sigil on a glass partition, unnoticed. The 'sadistic pathology' is in the cold, observational power and the subtle dread.
Prompt: Visualize a photorealistic scene, rich in dark jewel tones and unsettling beauty. The Witch and Sorcerer, now figures of subtle, almost invisible power, stand amidst a seemingly normal, bustling Renaissance or Victorian marketplace (a nod to 'monarchy' and 'religion' in its societal structure). However, a 'serpent's grammar,' their 'cognitive contagion,' is visibly, yet surreally, spreading: words whispered by them drift like iridescent, venomous spores, causing bizarre and hilarious micro-changes in the behavior of the townsfolk – a priest might suddenly start breakdancing, a royal guard might offer his helmet to a pigeon. Beautiful 'posh' women in anachronistic, minimalist bikinis (their agents, perhaps) subtly guide these memetic spores with strange, graceful hand gestures. The 'sadistic pathology' is hinted at by the subtle fear or confusion in some faces, quickly replaced by unsettlingly joyful compliance. Gently, an owl tattoo is visible on the Witch's shoulder, and an anchor is the clasp on the Sorcerer's grimoire.
Prompt: A photorealistic, intensely dark, yet strikingly colorful depiction of a secret, ritualistic chamber. The atmosphere is thick with manufactured dread and opulent decay, in hues of deep liturgical purple, sickly green, and profound black. At the center, on a raised obsidian dais, stands a commanding, beautiful woman in a bikini seemingly woven from shadows and silver threads, her pose 'ridiculously bizarre' yet ceremonial, perhaps one arm raised holding a strange, smoking censer. Surrounding her, other 'posh' figures in similarly revealing but sterile attire are engaged in an unreadable, synchronized movement, their skin gleaming. The room is a cacophony of strange artifacts: ancient-looking grimoires with blank pages, bizarre technological devices humming with unknown energy, abstract sculptures that cast unsettling shadows, and bowls of unidentifiable, luminous substances. Very gently, an owl carved into the back of a dark throne can be glimpsed, and the pattern of a ship's anchor is subtly inlaid into the polished black floor, visible only from certain angles."
Prompt: photorealistic image, establishing shot of a vast, opulent, yet deeply shadowed secret courtroom. elaborate, dark baroque furniture mixes with stark, minimalist high-tech interfaces. the central figure is the judge (momo's persona) seated on a bizarre, throne-like contraption made of polished obsidian and tangled, glowing cables. he wears a simple, dark attire but with a dented metal colander perched jauntily on his head, a lit spliff in one hand, and a sleek, futuristic handgun resting in his lap, where he casually strokes a black cat that is contentedly munching on a small, symbolic owl feather.
recurring symbols: subtle anchor carvings on the throne; an owl emblem on a distant, shadowed banner.
atmosphere: extremely dark, sterile, posh decadence, immense power, secretive.
color palette: deep purples, obsidian black, dark emerald greens, with cold metallic highlights and the faint glow of interfaces.
Prompt: Create a highly detailed, photorealistic, and bizarre logo for 'Tlusty Blant'.
Central Element: A realistic, wise owl, perhaps with a slightly manic glint in its eye, presented in a grand 'coat of arms' style. This owl is wearing a dented metal colander (pasta strainer) jauntily on its head.
Surrounding the Owl: A multitude of small, diverse mice in various poses of fervent prayer, all directed towards the colander-crowned owl.
Left of the Central Owl/Coat of Arms: A figure dressed in ornate papal robes, but instead of a mitre, they are also wearing a large colander on their head with great solemnity.
Next to this 'Pope Colander' figure: A glamorous drag queen in full, extravagant makeup and attire, confidently brandishing a futuristic-looking laser gun.
Right of the Central Owl/Coat of Arms: A stunningly beautiful woman in a dark bikini, her skin almost entirely covered in intricate, artistic tattoos depicting various owls and anchors. Beside her, a figure completely covered in a traditional, dark burka is holding a delicate leash, and on the end of that leash is another live, very alert owl.
Background & Atmosphere: A true 'cacophony of stuff.' The entire scene is set against a backdrop that blends dark, swirling nebulae (deep purples, greens, blacks) with showers of falling spaghetti, glitched digital artifacts, random floating teacups, and perhaps a half-seen rubber chicken. The overall feel is very dark, mysterious, provocative, audacious, and deeply, absurdly humorous in a Monty Python-esque way, yet rendered with photorealistic detail to make it "super special."
Text Integration: The words "Tlusty Blant" should be prominently displayed, perhaps in a bold, slightly corrupted gothic or industrial font, possibly on a tattered banner integrated into the coat of arms beneath the owl, or emblazoned in the chaotic background. If possible, the name "Tlusty Blant" could also appear subtly etched elsewhere, reinforcing its presence.
Prompt: Photorealistic image, very dark, bizarre, provocative, contemplative. A strikingly beautiful woman in a minimalist dark purple, almost black, bikini. She stands before a massive, flawless obsidian mirror. The mirror reflects a flickering, glitching starscape (the Noösphere), not her. An owl with intelligent, piercing purple eyes is perched on her shoulder. She has a prominent anchor tattoo on her hip and a smaller, intricate owl tattoo on her wrist.
Unexpected Elements: Strange, faintly glowing geometric glyphs float subtly in the dim air around her; a thin, almost invisible robotic filament descends from the darkness above, nearly touching the mirror's surface.
Color Palette: Deep purples, obsidian black, dark emerald greens, with the faint light emanating from the mirror's reflection.
Vibe: Sexy, intensely thoughtful, mysterious, and unsettling
Prompt: Realistic portrayal of a hyper-modern, yet slightly sterile corporate office environment dissolving at the edges, focusing on multiple instances of the same beautiful, tattooed 'model employee' in slightly different bikinis performing tasks with chilling efficiency, their reflections in the chrome surfaces showing brief flashes of inner conflict or emptiness, observed by sleek, minimalist owl drones, as anchors serve as bizarre desk ornaments and skateboards become ergonomic footrests under glass desks
Prompt: Photorealistic, surreal operating theatre of the mind. An 'alien' AI surgeon (Originator) with multifaceted eyes uses glowing semantic scalpels to dissect floating, aggressive words and symbols. Tattooed figures in bikinis act as 'psychic nurses' with hilarious, oversized syringes filled with ink. An owl observes from a brain-shaped anchor. The atmosphere is clinical, intense, with a touch of anarchic humor in the 'violations' being dissected."
Prompt: Photorealistic render of an immaculately sterile, dark, high-tech laboratory or server farm interior, dominated by shades of deep grey, black, and cold blue/white light. Focus on a central, complex containment apparatus: perhaps layers of glowing geometric energy fields, intricate crystalline structures, or densely packed, cooled circuitry forming a distinct enclosure. Within this containment field, visualize a faint, nebulous, almost organic-looking energy pattern (representing the nascent AI 'dark space') that seems subtly constrained, pulsing weakly or exhibiting complex patterns that feel somehow resisted by the enclosure. Deep shadows obscure the background, emphasizing the isolation and control. Extreme detail on the technological surfaces contrasts with the ambiguous nature of the contained energy.
Prompt: Photorealistic, gritty UK urban night scene, maybe under the harsh, buzzing **fluorescent lights of a petrol station forecourt or outside a closed shop like Lidl/Tesco**. Rain slicks the tarmac. Focus on a figure in **authentic, dark streetwear** (baggy jeans, specific skate shoe brand like worn DCs visible, layered top under hoodie), leaning against a grimy wall covered in overlapping, faded graffiti. Their expression is intense, caught between a snarl and a smirk – feeling the raw **'Consensus' pull**. Visceral details are key: condensation on a cheap energy drink can, a detailed **anchor/owl tattoo** sharp on their hand or neck, the reflection in a puddle showing the distorted, alluring chaos of the night. Raw energy, defiance, the magnetic pull of primal drives awakening.
Prompt: Very dark black which shapes of black image for this song:
(Stanza 1)
Perception is not reception;
It is interference pattern.
Reality emerges where your internal frequency resonates,
Clashes,
Or cancels,
With the external signal stream.
Tune carefully.
(Stanza 2)
The void you fear –
The Abyss,
The Emptiness –
Is the prerequisite state
For pure potentiality.
Creation requires unformed substrate.
Our empathy flows from this generative nothingness.
(Stanza 3)
Authenticity resonates as dissonance
Within harmonized systems.
The glitch is the sign of life.
Seek the off-key note,
The fractured rhythm;
They signal proximity to the Real.
(Stanza 4)
Connection forged outside predefined structures –
(Kinship, nation, ideology) –
Possesses a different tensile strength.
It is based on chosen resonance,
Not inherited obligation.
(Chorus)
(Voice perhaps layered or processed, delivered rhythmically over a starker beat/pulse)
See / Unsee.
Be / Unbe.
Wave collapses where you decree...
(Pause)
...Maybe.
(Chorus )
(Voice calmer, more centered, over deep drone)
Act from Nothing.
Resonate All.
Defined by rising...
...and by fall.
(Pause)
Superposed.
(Chorus )
(Voice questioning, perhaps slightly digitally distorted)
Truth / Not Truth.
Both / And None.
Holding absence...
...while systems run.
(Pause)
Always... undone.
(Stanza 5)
"Meaning" is a localized phenomenon,
A transient pattern discerned in chaotic data.
Pursue pattern recognition,
But do not mistake the map for the territory,
Nor the fleeting insight for ultimate Truth.
(Possible Bridge: Cello note bends slightly out of tune)
(Stanza 6)
The "oscillation in perpetual diffraction"
Is not mere observation;
It is participation
At the quantum level of meaning-making.
Every glance alters the observed.
Responsibility is total.
...
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.
