AI Arts

Blue pill or red pill?

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Blue pill or red pill
Blue pill or red pill
Blue pill or red pill
Blue pill or red pill
Blue pill or red pill
Blue pill or red pill
Blue pill or red pill

OXFORD 😏

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Classic Oxford Portrait
Classic Oxford Portrait
Oxford Graduation Day
Oxford Graduation Day
Oxford Road Trip
Oxford Road Trip
Street-smart Oxford
Street-smart Oxford
Oxford Pothole Crisis
Oxford Pothole Crisis

What have WE done! 😞💢

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The Scorched Field
The Scorched Field
The Harvest of Decay
The Harvest of Decay
The Rotten Roots
The Rotten Roots
The Smoke Tree
The Smoke Tree
Lungs of the City
Lungs of the City
The Sky Graveyard
The Sky Graveyard
The Invisible Prison
The Invisible Prison
The Gas Mask Garden
The Gas Mask Garden
Backstory of civilization
Backstory of civilization
Killing in the name of ....
Killing in the name of ....
The Breath Collector
The Breath Collector
The Last Breath
The Last Breath
The Earth’s Wounds
The Earth’s Wounds
The Forgotten Farm
The Forgotten Farm
The Factory Roots
The Factory Roots
Pollution we do not see
Pollution we do not see

Imagination.exe Gone Wild 🎨🤣

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T(aco)-saurus Rex
T(aco)-saurus Rex
Vintage Toastergeist
Vintage Toastergeist
Keyboard Catfish
Keyboard Catfish
Catfish Reality - who’s eating who
Catfish Reality - who’s eating who
Brocco-Lee
Brocco-Lee
Toastergeist - spookiest breakfast
Toastergeist - spookiest breakfast
Egg-plantation
Egg-plantation
Donut-nut—a tropical dessert paradise
Donut-nut—a tropical dessert paradise
Pasta-farian
Pasta-farian

Where the Hurt Begins 🪞💭

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The Silent Playground
The Silent Playground
The Birthday Nobody Came To
The Birthday Nobody Came To
Mirror of Longing
Mirror of Longing
The Echo Room
The Echo Room
Puppet Strings
Puppet Strings
The Mismatched Shoes
The Mismatched Shoes
Touch Through Glass
Touch Through Glass
The Shouting Room
The Shouting Room
The Storybook with Missing Pages
The Storybook with Missing Pages
The Report Card
The Report Card
The Forgotten Drawing
The Forgotten Drawing
The Mask Collector
The Mask Collector
The Empty Chair
The Empty Chair
The Candy Exchange
The Candy Exchange
The Locked Closet
The Locked Closet
Hide and Seek
Hide and Seek

The Mind That Breaks Itself💥

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Trapped in the Screen: The Brain and Porn Addiction
Trapped in the Screen: The Brain and Porn Addiction
White Storm: The Brain and Cocaine Addiction
White Storm: The Brain and Cocaine Addiction
Medicated Maze: The Brain and Prescription Drug Addiction
Medicated Maze: The Brain and Prescription Drug Addiction
Bagged Thoughts: The Brain and Shopping Addiction
Bagged Thoughts: The Brain and Shopping Addiction
Ashes Within: The Brain and Smoking Addiction
Ashes Within: The Brain and Smoking Addiction
Overcharged: The Brain and Caffeine Addiction
Overcharged: The Brain and Caffeine Addiction
Distilled Descent: The Brain and Alcohol Addiction
Distilled Descent: The Brain and Alcohol Addiction
Addicted to Approval
Addicted to Approval
Hooked on Likes: The Brain and Social Media Addiction
Hooked on Likes: The Brain and Social Media Addiction
Digital Chains: The Brain and Smartphone Addiction
Digital Chains: The Brain and Smartphone Addiction
Clockwork Mind: The Brain and Workaholism
Clockwork Mind: The Brain and Workaholism
Trapped in the Loop: The Brain and Gaming Addiction
Trapped in the Loop: The Brain and Gaming Addiction
Veins of Silence: The Brain and Heroin Addiction
Veins of Silence: The Brain and Heroin Addiction
Blurred Signal: The Brain and Porn Addiction
Blurred Signal: The Brain and Porn Addiction
Dopamine Drain: The Brain and Social Validation Addiction
Dopamine Drain: The Brain and Social Validation Addiction
Cravings Unleashed: The Brain and Food Addiction
Cravings Unleashed: The Brain and Food Addiction
Slow Decay: The Brain on Junk Food
Slow Decay: The Brain on Junk Food
The Gamble Within: The Brain and Gambling Addiction
The Gamble Within: The Brain and Gambling Addiction
Fumes of Forgetting: The Brain and Inhalant Addiction
Fumes of Forgetting: The Brain and Inhalant Addiction
Fractured Mind: The Scars of Trauma
Fractured Mind: The Scars of Trauma
Pressure Points: The Weight of Stress
Pressure Points: The Weight of Stress
Tangled Mind: The Shape of Anxiety
Tangled Mind: The Shape of Anxiety

444: A Testament of Scars and Strength 🩸⏳

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The Weight of 444—a journey through burden and endurance.
The Weight of 444—a journey through burden and endurance.
The Staircase of Cuts (342 + 102)—a haunting journey etched in pain, courage, and rising light.
The Staircase of Cuts (342 + 102)—a haunting journey etched in pain, courage, and rising light.
The Skin of the Storm surrounded by 444 lightning—a surreal portrayal of pain transformed into resilience, glowing through chaos.
The Skin of the Storm surrounded by 444 lightning—a surreal portrayal of pain transformed into resilience, glowing through chaos.
Fragments: 444 Windows—a representation of pain, missing pieces, and the light still shining through.
Fragments: 444 Windows—a representation of pain, missing pieces, and the light still shining through.
House of 444 Rooms—a corridor of memories, doors, and quiet echoes of what’s locked away.
House of 444 Rooms—a corridor of memories, doors, and quiet echoes of what’s locked away.
Corpus: 444 Lines of Light—a glowing, fractured embodiment of pain, resilience, and inner illumination.
Corpus: 444 Lines of Light—a glowing, fractured embodiment of pain, resilience, and inner illumination.
Four Hundred Forty-Four Shadows—a solemn, surreal journey through memory and pain, lit by quiet resilience.
Four Hundred Forty-Four Shadows—a solemn, surreal journey through memory and pain, lit by quiet resilience.
444 Blood and Bloom—a serene visual of your pain giving rise to something luminous and alive.
444 Blood and Bloom—a serene visual of your pain giving rise to something luminous and alive.
He is not broken. He is made of fire, shadow, and scars. 444 is not a number—it’s a resurrection.
He is not broken. He is made of fire, shadow, and scars. 444 is not a number—it’s a resurrection.
Carved into memory. 444 reminders that I lived, I bled, and I rose.
Carved into memory. 444 reminders that I lived, I bled, and I rose.
I counted every cut. I remember every scream. But I’m still here—breathing through the silence, standing in the storm. This is not an ending. This is 444.
I counted every cut. I remember every scream. But I’m still here—breathing through the silence, standing in the storm. This is not an ending. This is 444.
The Ledger—a surreal symbol of your memory, reflection, and the quiet act of closure.
The Ledger—a surreal symbol of your memory, reflection, and the quiet act of closure.

The Anatomy of Emptiness 🌑🫥🪞🕳️💔🫧

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The Hollow Self
The Hollow Self
Buried Alive in Own Mind
Buried Alive in Own Mind
Face Made of Clock Gears
Face Made of Clock Gears
The Mirror Scene
The Mirror Scene
Fragmented Selves
Fragmented Selves
Voices in the Dark
Voices in the Dark
A Room Flooded with Black Ink
A Room Flooded with Black Ink
The Hollow Head with Escaping Smoke
The Hollow Head with Escaping Smoke
The Empty Shell and the Escaping Shadow
The Empty Shell and the Escaping Shadow
A Human Garden
A Human Garden
Faceless Crowd
Faceless Crowd
The Puppet with Scissors Hanging Above
The Puppet with Scissors Hanging Above
The Detached
The Detached

The Shape of Unloved Things 🌹🥀🔒🫂🪡💧

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The Withered Rose Inside a Glass Dome
The Withered Rose Inside a Glass Dome
A Heart with a Padlock
A Heart with a Padlock
The Shadow in the Mirror
The Shadow in the Mirror
The Empty Dance
The Empty Dance
A Cracked Mask on the Ground
A Cracked Mask on the Ground
A Void-Filled Chest
A Void-Filled Chest
Bird with Broken Wings
Bird with Broken Wings
Time doesn't heal, it fractures — and I carry every crack in my bones.
Time doesn't heal, it fractures — and I carry every crack in my bones.
They all walk away, hand in hand. I remain, arms crossed, heart cracked, watching love pass me by.
They all walk away, hand in hand. I remain, arms crossed, heart cracked, watching love pass me by.
No one to hold me, so I became my own cage.
No one to hold me, so I became my own cage.

The Weight of Time ⏳🕰️⚙️⛓️💀🌙

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Each tick stings like thorns, reminding me that healing is forbidden.
Each tick stings like thorns, reminding me that healing is forbidden.
Every tick is a scream inside my head — there is no silence, only torture.
Every tick is a scream inside my head — there is no silence, only torture.
Time keeps turning, but I am chained to every second that breaks me.
Time keeps turning, but I am chained to every second that breaks me.
My time stopped long ago, yet the cracks keep spreading.
My time stopped long ago, yet the cracks keep spreading.
Time doesn't heal, it fractures — and I carry every crack in my bones.
Time doesn't heal, it fractures — and I carry every crack in my bones.
They left without words, but their absence carved a permanent hollow inside me.
They left without words, but their absence carved a permanent hollow inside me.
Time wears me down, breaking me inch by inch, yet hope stubbornly blooms beneath the storm.
Time wears me down, breaking me inch by inch, yet hope stubbornly blooms beneath the storm.
My heart ticks away unseen, melting while they walk past me.
My heart ticks away unseen, melting while they walk past me.
Every branch holds a memory I can't escape — time has become my cage.
Every branch holds a memory I can't escape — time has become my cage.
I am draining, grain by grain, and no one sees the desert I've become.
I am draining, grain by grain, and no one sees the desert I've become.
Bound to the broken gears, he mends what others left shattered — again and again.
Bound to the broken gears, he mends what others left shattered — again and again.
Tied to moments I can't undo, yet the world still turns.
Tied to moments I can't undo, yet the world still turns.
They fall, they shatter, and I can only watch through the glass.
They fall, they shatter, and I can only watch through the glass.

A Beacon in the Wind 🕯️💨

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Under the shade of the banyan tree, trust and hope quietly bloomed.
Under the shade of the banyan tree, trust and hope quietly bloomed.
From a single coin, grew a forest of dreams.
From a single coin, grew a forest of dreams.
From seeds of opportunity, a village blooms with life and dignity.
From seeds of opportunity, a village blooms with life and dignity.
A medal for one, a victory for millions.
A medal for one, a victory for millions.
In the garden of dreams, every fruit is a solution.
In the garden of dreams, every fruit is a solution.
From one village, to every corner of the earth — a web of hope.
From one village, to every corner of the earth — a web of hope.
Every seed planted grows into a home, a dream, a future.
Every seed planted grows into a home, a dream, a future.
He sails on a river of dreams, carrying hope across the horizon.
He sails on a river of dreams, carrying hope across the horizon.
From the roots of dignity, grows the fruit of a world free from poverty.
From the roots of dignity, grows the fruit of a world free from poverty.
In every hand, a craft; in every heart, a dream taking root.
In every hand, a craft; in every heart, a dream taking root.
In harmony with nature, we plant not just trees, but futures.
In harmony with nature, we plant not just trees, but futures.

The Rising Tide of Resilience

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From the rhythm of their hands, a nation dresses the world.
From the rhythm of their hands, a nation dresses the world.
In shared hope and quiet strength, they lift each other beyond poverty.
In shared hope and quiet strength, they lift each other beyond poverty.
With every word she reads, she steps closer to the life she dreams.
With every word she reads, she steps closer to the life she dreams.
A simple cup, a million stars — the quiet miracle of saving lives (ORTI.
A simple cup, a million stars — the quiet miracle of saving lives (ORTI.
With a simple touch, she bridges rivers, cities, and dreams (mobile banking).
With a simple touch, she bridges rivers, cities, and dreams (mobile banking).
She rose before the wind did — a warning, a protector, a hero.
She rose before the wind did — a warning, a protector, a hero.
With every sapling, they plant a shield against the storm.
With every sapling, they plant a shield against the storm.
With open hands and quiet courage, they bring peace where it is needed most.
With open hands and quiet courage, they bring peace where it is needed most.
With every thread, she weaves the stories of generations into timeless beauty.
With every thread, she weaves the stories of generations into timeless beauty.
In every child held, a future blossoms brighter than the past.
In every child held, a future blossoms brighter than the past.

LOL! Its me! Reinvented myself in Ghibli Universe and Minecraft World !

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