I fed my machine a simple prompt: ‘a world without us.’ I expected silence, maybe some overgrown ruins. What I got back was this deafening emptiness. It didn’t just erase us; it erased our memory. It rendered a solitary spirit wandering through the dust of a civilization that never was, communing with ghosts in a windswept wasteland. This isn’t post-apocalyptic. This is pre-everything and post-everything, all at once. A majestic, terrible quiet where the only sound is the wind scouring the bones of a world dry. Maybe this is the ultimate peace, or maybe it’s the ultimate horror. You tell me. #solitude #viral #nightmarefuel #aiart #desert