MidjourneyArt
Archive/February 2025

February 2025

171 works in 29 posts

Do you often doubt this world?

Travelling through time and space. When does it start? Does it end?

This is a mad world

Deep in the forest. They wait

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There is void deep inside. Nothing you can do. It will be always there. Nothing

It's the birds, man ##illustration

future predictions ⏩

Do you sometimes get the feeling as though you’ve already seen it? A distant memory somewhere deep inside, yet it never really happened? Or maybe it all happened before?

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Is it too early or too late?

find the spark, ignite the fire

Eat or be eaten

We should question where our true roots lie and who we want to be. Strength is the backbone of security, but it doesn’t have to mean aggression. Calmness can be strength, too

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Yay happy day!

Where are the aliens?

After deleting my post yesterday, Instagram asked me if I needed some support because my post was depressing. Hm

My first post from today was removed by Instagram. First time I've got censored here, lol! Added the same pictures without the caption

Cyber samurai follows the path of digits 01

Tough nights; I don't want to return

Fortune tellers

This thought returns to me time and again: how can we sleep when our very beds are burning? Here we go on shaping our lives as though nothing were wrong, as though everything were certain—from always unto forever. Perhaps there is no other way, or perhaps we simply lack consciousness

I watched too many space movies yesterday. Where the fuck are we, anyway?

feeling really detached lately, every path is foggy

portraits of women

I often find myself thinking about us—human beings. There are so many of us, each carrying our own unique story. We come from different cultures, different places, yet at our core, we’re so much alike. Some live in the bustling streets of Japan, others in the frozen expanse of Siberia, and still others in a quiet Polish village. Meanwhile, the poor grow poorer, and the rich grow richer. How, then, will it all end? Above all, I dream of peace—a world in which we can all move forward without doing so at anyone else’s expense

Is it all chance? Why this Earth, this moment in time, why me? A single digit in an endless chain might shift, And in that breath, reality would forever change

From our earliest days, we devoured grand stories— movies, fables, books and comics. We have it all. Heroes blazing, villains stark, victories laced with tears. Now we chase that thrilling rush in our own lives, Addicted to every wild rise and fall