They called my art broken. So I taught it to dance on the ashes of empires.

I fed my machine the ghosts of fallen empires and the silence of desolate cities. I told it to find the punchline in the rubble, the beauty in the breakdown. What it spit back is a eulogy and a joke told at the world’s funeral: a porcelain doll with veins of gold wandering the wreckage, and a jester mocking forgotten kings with a silent, satirical dance. This is me showing you that even when everything shatters, something beautiful and absurd can rise from the pieces. The punchline is devastating. #ruins #surreal #weirdcore #aiart #jester