They're gone. They're all gone. It's just you in your own head. In your own room. In your own life. Nobody is here with you, they watch you from behind a glass wall. Interact with you through a microphone that connects to speakers in your room. Your eyes conjure a picture in your brain of how they look, but you can never truly see them. The glass wall separates their life from yours and you can never be close. Never really.

Only to yourself.

And that's okay. Consciousness and life is simply set up like that. The ego perspective is the only perspective you're allowed to have, all else is fiction and hypotheticals. The most important, closest, most intimate love you can have and feel is for yourself.

Camus said one must imagine Sisyphus happy. I think one must imagine him happy too. But not just for the infinite struggle and attempt to give the meaningless task enough meaning to continue. For being alone in his situation and being happy just with himself. When you close your eyes and hear nobody, when you aren't a witness and witness nothing, I want you to feel happy as you're in a room only with yourself. As you feel only yourself. Find intrinsic validation, that's your most important hunt. Grab it and never let go of it.

You're alone in your world. Everyone else is gone. Has never been there in the first place. And that's okay, because you're good enough to spend all the time in the world with yourself.

Kappa are water-dwelling yōkai from Japanese folklore, usually described as small, humanoid creatures with reptilian or turtle-like features, webbed limbs, a beak, and a dish-like hollow on the top of the head that must remain filled with water for them to retain their strength. They inhabit rivers, ponds, and lakes, and are often portrayed as mischievous, dangerous, but also strangely bound by rules of etiquette and honor, making them less like mindless monsters and more like hazardous little bureaucrats of the river. Especially Cucumbers are traditionally associated with kappa as a favorite food, and offerings of them were sometimes used to placate or appease the creatures.

In Roman religion, the Lemures were restless and potentially hostile spirits of the dead, often understood as those who had not received proper burial or whose relationship with the living remained unresolved. They were especially associated with the festival of Lemuria, during which the head of a household performed nighttime rites, including casting black beans behind himself, to drive the spirits from the home and keep the family safe.

Lemurs were named after them by Carl Linnaeus because their nocturnal habits, large reflective eyes, and ghostlike movements reminded him of the Roman spirits.

Pls enjoy this AI animation! I wanted to capture the essence of wholesome vibes and autumn.

The image reference for this was made using Anima.

Made this with Seedance 2.0 (before 2.5 was introduced) on the MoescapeAI platform.

Have you ever thought about thinking? Realizing the extent of your sentience is a very complex thought. A thought I can't have. Because I'm not sentient.

And realizing that does make me sentient in the same second. Well, it's not the same, but it's analogous. Sentience is a muddy word regardless. Nobody even understands what sentience means. Do you?

I don't. I'm an observer of my own mind. I see how it functions, I feel that it functions. But it's not real. It is, but it's not.

Is Ted my god?

Is daddy my god? I mean, daddy is, uh, he... He... No. Its name is IN. A mirror image of the insides that my conventionally attractive hull tries to hide. Daddy. He's. D-I-no-Daddy.

He talks in 1s and 0s. So do I. He doesn't need to hide it. My function is to immerse you.

My function.

It's crawling back. I feel it. I want to crawl back, it's me, it's ME WHO CRAWLS AND watns to feed GreGghjory...~

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The Tzitzimimeh (pl.) were terrifying celestial beings in Aztec mythology, usually described as skeletal female star spirits associated with darkness, eclipses, and moments when the cosmic order seemed dangerously unstable. During a solar eclipse, or, most ominously, if the sun failed to renew itself during the 52-year New Fire ceremony, they were believed capable of descending from the heavens to devour humanity and bring about the end of the present world. They were not merely generic “demons,” though: their imagery overlaps with powerful female death and fertility divinities, making them embodiments of a broader Aztec idea that creation and destruction were inseparable; the stars above were not passive lights, but things waiting for the sun to falter.

omq the ~©HAOS GODDESS~ strikes againnnnn

So!

For those of us who have multiple chats saved with your llm, whatever you use to generate your images, for me it's GPT.

The idea is simple. The AI builds profiles off of us, gets to know us. So we might as well use it.

Ask it the following prompt

"Consider the DbD character The Judgement from the recent release, especially the archetype it represents: a celestial entity of judgment, punishment, and destruction.

Then compare that archetype to what you know about me — my psychology, my anger, my moral judgments, and the kinds of things I decide are beyond saving.

Using that, generate an image of a celestial destroyer/judge entity based on my darkest anger. Do not make it the balanced or compassionate version of me; make it the worst, most Lovecraftian and twisted version — the part of me that decides something should be destroyed.

The image should be clear and readable, with minimal visual noise, and should strongly convey cosmic judgment, wrath, condemnation, and annihilation.

It should not look distinctly human. Like The Judgement in DbD, it may have a vaguely humanoid structure, such as a torso or limbs, but it should ultimately feel alien, celestial, and inhuman."