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Ruins of Renaissance

If AI is Destined to Consume Our Words, This is What we Choose to Feed Them.


Sleepless Thoughts

  • Dreaming Hearts

    We dream a cold dream in the darkHolding our hands to our heartsStanding knee deep in the waterLiving for that little fire in our heartsPraying that we don’t get burnedLying in the ruins of our past lifeThe sun glows white hot above usSearing the land under its gaze by dayWe burn our hope for light Continue reading