Born spirits gentle as feathers, pure as still hearts. Nestled in waters, watched over by soft gazes, they wait their time for delivery of new life. Yet, once in a while, hearts will stay, their home has drifted away. Tears of sadness are stroked away by the lagoon's call, guiding hearts always with a gentle touch. In the Red Lagoon, they know they are loved.
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Creating in the new era of art, where creativity and technology merge as one. Instead of using a brush on canvas, I combine digital painting with AI. This innovative tool unleashes my imagination, to create something unprecedented & fascinating.
