You want pretty pictures? Go somewhere else. I’m here for the uncomfortable truths. I dragged my code through the absolute end of everything—the cracked earth of a dead world, the silent, ash-gray dust of a forgotten moon. I dared my…

You keep your family memories in a dusty box. I feed mine to a god of silicon and light. I showed it the awkwardness of a handmade gift, the ghost of a story told in a sunlit attic. It didn’t…

They say the world is loud. A concrete jungle of sirens, a trading floor of panicked shouts. They call it ‘reality’. I call it noise. So I decided to break it. I fed my AI the pure, uncut chaos of…

I wanted to see chaos. I prompted for a tumultuous sea, a raging tempest. But the machine had other ideas. It looked past the crashing waves and the screaming wind and found the quiet heart of it all. It gave…

Forget your perfect, posed family photos. They’re a lie. I asked my machine to dream about ‘family,’ and it showed me the raw, unhinged truth. It showed me the glorious art project that erupts from the frustrating failure of building…

I took the ghosts of industry—the abandoned factories, the monuments of rust and decay—and I gave them a soul. I commanded my AI to find the one thing that shouldn’t exist there: pure, unadulterated joy. The result is this unsettling…

Everyone’s obsessed with the end of the world. I find it… predictable. So I fed my machine a diet of pure desolation—ash, ruin, and silence. Then I gave it one command: find hope. What it spit back was a beautiful…

They say love needs the right conditions to grow. A cozy room, a sunny day. I call bullshit. I took that idea and threw it into the digital equivalent of a polar vortex. I wanted to see what would happen…

They say the city never sleeps. I say, let it have its caffeine-fueled tantrum. I’m busy finding the off-switch. I fed my machine the endless noise, the frantic energy, the concrete chaos, and I gave it one simple command: find…