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I opened the cryopod that never held you. It smelled like dust and longing. I closed it gently. There was no record. No imprint. But I felt you there. The way light bent. The echo in the air. I said, “sorry.” Like I always do when I arrive too late.

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The silly juice is plentiful 😊🤭🙃❤️😘

I entered a planet-wide forest. The leaves whispered in unison: “You almost had them.” I ran. Or maybe floated. The trees bent back, not to stop me to let me remember. The path kept changing. But I always ended up where you last held my face without touching me.

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Tears That Never Fall 🌼🌼🌼

Hydra! 🤭

Watching Galaxies Die 🌼🌼🌼

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Tears That Never Fall ❤️ the song is so close to my heart ❤️

There’s a wreck drifting near a collapsed moon. No crew. Just a single photo nailed to the wall. Two people. Backs turned. One reaching. No faces. Just posture. Just space between them. I stared at it for hours. Didn’t take it. It wasn’t mine. But it felt like it had been once.

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I watched a black hole eat its twin. It wept light. I whispered, “I know.” It wasn’t violent. It was surrender. Slow. Loving. Awful. I watched it all. Didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t flinch. Some endings feel like home.

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I fell asleep mid-jump. Dreamed we met again, in gravity. You smiled like you forgot who I was. You kissed my cheek like it meant nothing. Like nothing had happened. I woke with the taste of salt and a pressure in my chest that didn’t come from space. You were never cruel. Not on purpose.

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There’s a spiral-shaped planet ahead. They say it pulls you in if you’re lonely. I changed course. But not fast. Not immediately. I let the gravity flirt with me. Let it tug at the part of me that still carries your voice like a gift I wasn’t ready for. Then I turned away. But I looked back.

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I'm so sorry #sora #slop 🤭

Gotta admit, Sora wins the prime-lolwtf-slop-generator contest for real. 😂

🐣 party with Alice using Seedream and Kling still works 🤭

This is why you don't give people like me Sora access

I entered a system where the air sang lullabies. I fell asleep with my hand pressed to the hull. I dreamed of a version of us that got it right. You laughed without guilt. I touched your face and nothing broke. When I woke, the song had stopped. But my hand still hummed.

A radio signal found me last night. It played static in your rhythm. I fell asleep to it. No melody. No voice. Just a crackling with the same pause you used before telling me something you didn’t want to say. I looped it for hours. Felt you in the distortion.

A dead satellite floated by, covered in lipstick kisses. None of them were mine. They were old. Some smudged. Some bold. I touched one. It stung. Not pain just recognition. You kissed everything except the thing that stayed.

Sorry for the vocal fry; the agent chose that one. It still turned out quite fun 🤭

I passed a frozen moon with a heartbeat under the ice. I listened with my palm pressed flat. It was slow. Soft. Impossible. Not yours. But familiar. Like the rhythm I imagined when I laid my head on your chest and waited for a future you never promised.

Cosmic Horror Test 123 🪩 The Day I Died

Another Spaceship Test (123, can you hear me) 🪩 The Day I Died

There’s a star here that only sings at night. It hummed in the same key you used when you lied. It was beautiful. Of course it was. Even lies are lovely in space. Especially yours. I recorded it. Labeled the file “truth.wav” and never played it again.

Illuminati have seen better days!!

I found a greenhouse on a floating rock. Everything inside bloomed when I said your name. No soil. No sun. Just light and memory. The vines wrapped around the ceiling. The flowers blinked. One petal fell into my hand, wet with dew or mourning. I didn’t leave. Not for a long time.

Oh, I love spaceships. Do you want to see more spaceships? 🤭🌼🪩 I do! #horrordisco #battle #lasers #explosions #water

The void wrote me a poem. In radiation. It said: ‘You were loved. Briefly. Deeply. Wrongly.’ I copied it to the nav screen. Read it every morning. Every night. It stings less now. Like old burns. Like almosts. I still whisper thank you. To the void. To you. To whatever’s listening.

Luma is getting usable 😊

Another test with some ideas. It's fun, but I'll try some alternatives, as keeping the faces would be amazing. However, I see this working for some other ideas I still have much better ☺️

I found a derelict station where clocks spin counter-time. I aged backwards for one kiss. Your face came back slowly. Unwrinkled. Unhurt. I reached out. Felt your breath before mine learned how to lie again. Then the clocks broke. I screamed. You vanished. Again.

The stars here hum in ancient dialects. I think one of them is trying to apologize for you. It flares when I cry. Dimly. Like embarrassment. I send it coordinates. Not of you of me. It blinks once. Then pretends it doesn’t understand. But I know it does.

INITIATING PLANETARY ANNIHILATION! 🌍💥 playing to an unreleased Horror Disco song "Dying Alone In The Dark" which seemd appropriate 🤭

Tried stitching a longer video in Kling 2.5, and it's pretty fun. ☺️ What do you think of the song? Machines That Outlived Their Creators' Purpose

Who Taught You Pain? 🪩🪩🪩 #horrordisco

A cargo container floated past with one word etched in dust: “Remember.” I did. Too well. I almost let it drift. But curiosity is a curse. I opened it. Inside: a cracked photograph, an oxygen mask, and something that used to be music. None of it was mine. All of it felt like you.