Red Lagoon

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. ________ 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.