I wondered - what heroes might heroes look up to? This followed a little discussion.

When the machines rise, the only thing that still starts is a 1972 Fiat 500.

These are some of the characters that will be in a novel I'm hoping will become more popular one day, This was only made possible by chat GPT.

This whole scene at Borgin and Burkes, with female Malfoy comes across a little differently than in the book.

Beneath an ancient autumn forest, an extraordinary intelligence awakens within the intertwined architecture of roots, fungi, minerals, and seeds. Every fallen leaf becomes information, every season leaves its imprint, and countless invisible connections preserve the forest's collective history. At the center, a young tree glows above a luminous network already tracing the branches of its future self. No single organism knows what tomorrow will bring, yet together they are quietly preparing for it. Here, the forest does not merely remember what has been—it begins to imagine what might grow.

Beneath the artificial stars of a sunless world, an empire has redefined the meaning of power. Its sovereign wears a magnificent mantle of obsidian velvet, golden filaments, and empty jeweled settings—each absence recording a sacrifice, each luminous thread carrying life to another. Where ancient rulers accumulated radiance, this sovereign relinquishes it. The garment's greatest splendor lies not in what remains, but in everything given away. Here, the highest crown belongs to the one who possesses the least.

The young Priest and the Siren.

The future we were promised...

This is just a little jab at conversations involving AI and how they go awry.

These are some old generations I had made but honestly couldn't get rid of because I like how they turned out, they looked so interesting to me so I thought I share them. Oh I should note, the colorful psychedelic images were from a prompt using an old picture of me high, they look NOTHING like me at all lol.

Rising from an endless black ocean, an impossible Victorian mansion preserves the architecture of a life both remembered and imagined. Its golden windows shelter childhood memories, its suspended corridors contain paths never taken, and its unfinished tower reaches toward a future not yet realized. On a forgotten terrace, a solitary yellow door opens onto a world untouched by regret. Before it lies a single fresh footprint—the quietest evidence that even a life built from yesterday can still choose tomorrow.

I recently put my iPad Mini on charge and found this older gpt wallpaper I had on it. And they say that ai can't mediate feelings! ;'(

NO ARTIFICIAL SOULS WERE CONSUMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS ISSUE!