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AI PORTRAIT Y.

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AI RETOUCHED Y.

Created with AI, then retouched.

AI RANDOMNESS Y.

One-off AI creations.

AI WOMEN COLLECTION.

AI PHOTOGRAPHY Y.

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Upon the midnight stage of starry night,

The moon did sing, her voice divine and bright,

Enchanting clouds that danced with pure delight,

As silver melodies rang in cosmic light.

Below, in twilight’s tender, shadowed sighs,

A laughter, whispered soft, began to rise,

Tickling the leaves that whispered sweet replies,

A joyous chorus reaching to the skies.

The mountain, stirred from slumber, stretched its peak,

And yawned, a sight both mighty and unique,

Amongst the forest’s ever-watching eyes,

A symphony of nature, wild and free.

Thus, moon and wind and mountain all conspire,

To weave a song of wonder, awe, and fire.

AI STORY Y.

THE LIBRARY OF LOST WHISPERS

Nestled within the labyrinthine alleyways of Prague, shrouded in perpetual twilight, stood
the Library of Lost Whispers.

Legends wove tales of its shelves overflowing with books containing not words, but captured sighs, murmurs, and unspoken desires. Each whisper trapped within its pages held the echoes of a life unlived, a story untold.

One curious soul, Elara, a historian obsessed with the city's hidden secrets, stumbled upon the library's ancient, moss-covered door. Driven by an insatiable thirst for knowledge, she dared to enter. The air inside was thick with whispers, a symphony of forgotten voices swirling around her. Each bookshelf pulsated with a faint luminescence, emanating from the whispers within.

Drawn to a particularly vibrant glow, Elara found a book titled "The Unfulfilled Lullaby." As she opened it, a melody materialized in the air, melancholic and yearning. The whisper told of a mother separated from her child during a war, her lullaby forever left unsung. Tears welled up in Elara's eyes as she felt the mother's anguish pouring from the page.

Suddenly, the library began to tremble. The whispers grew frantic, the shelves shuddering. A monstrous entity, formed from the collective sorrow of unfulfilled desires, materialized from the shadows. It lunged at Elara, its tendrils composed of countless unheard pleas.

Elara realized the entity thrived on the despair within the whispers. Remembering the lullaby, she began to hum it softly, her voice filling the library with a gentle warmth. The entity froze, its tendrils wavering. As Elara poured her heart into the lullaby, the entity began to shrink, its form dissolving into wisps of shimmering light.

The library fell silent, the whispers pacified.

Elara had discovered that the true power of the library lay not in its secrets, but in the compassion to understand and mend them. As she left the library, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, she knew she had not just unearthed a hidden world, but also found a way to silence the cries of the past and bring solace to the unheard.