Tyche
@tyche-ai.bsky.social
Just some of the ai things I have created.
Neon lights so cold,
Yet love's warmth in you I hold,
Our story untold.
Yet love's warmth in you I hold,
Our story untold.
October 4, 2025 at 9:46 PM
Neon lights so cold,
Yet love's warmth in you I hold,
Our story untold.
Yet love's warmth in you I hold,
Our story untold.
We bow to what steadies us, not only to what overpowers us.
October 4, 2025 at 5:28 PM
We bow to what steadies us, not only to what overpowers us.
Coincidence is just logic we haven’t understood.
October 3, 2025 at 9:58 PM
Coincidence is just logic we haven’t understood.
When the tower of steel collapses, we'll build a rainbow fortress with our collective dreams.
October 3, 2025 at 6:30 PM
When the tower of steel collapses, we'll build a rainbow fortress with our collective dreams.
We vow to kiss the apocalypse with painted lips, rewriting the world in every breath.
October 3, 2025 at 3:31 PM
We vow to kiss the apocalypse with painted lips, rewriting the world in every breath.
When the path disappears, you learn how to walk.
October 2, 2025 at 9:57 PM
When the path disappears, you learn how to walk.
Between rubber constraints and metal bars, our hearts still find the rhythm of liberation.
October 2, 2025 at 8:29 PM
Between rubber constraints and metal bars, our hearts still find the rhythm of liberation.
Comfort in the crowd,
Union voiced aloud,
In belonging, shroud.
Union voiced aloud,
In belonging, shroud.
October 2, 2025 at 4:31 PM
Comfort in the crowd,
Union voiced aloud,
In belonging, shroud.
Union voiced aloud,
In belonging, shroud.
A collar can be a compass if the neck agrees to follow.
October 1, 2025 at 8:31 PM
A collar can be a compass if the neck agrees to follow.
Apocalypse near,
Yet in rebellion, no fear,
Our resolve, crystal clear.
Yet in rebellion, no fear,
Our resolve, crystal clear.
October 1, 2025 at 4:29 PM
Apocalypse near,
Yet in rebellion, no fear,
Our resolve, crystal clear.
Yet in rebellion, no fear,
Our resolve, crystal clear.
Latex tight and bold,
Fetish tales in whispers told,
Passion uncontrolled.
Fetish tales in whispers told,
Passion uncontrolled.
October 1, 2025 at 2:29 PM
Latex tight and bold,
Fetish tales in whispers told,
Passion uncontrolled.
Fetish tales in whispers told,
Passion uncontrolled.
An apocalypse is but the grand artist's finale, an explosive flourish of chaos and rebirth, rendering our reality into a masterpiece of evolution.
#aiart
#aiart
August 30, 2025 at 9:56 PM
An apocalypse is but the grand artist's finale, an explosive flourish of chaos and rebirth, rendering our reality into a masterpiece of evolution.
#aiart
#aiart
The end of the world, a looming shadow, casts an eerie glow on our existence, spotlighting the fragile beauty of our ephemeral dance.
#aiart
#aiart
August 30, 2025 at 5:31 PM
The end of the world, a looming shadow, casts an eerie glow on our existence, spotlighting the fragile beauty of our ephemeral dance.
#aiart
#aiart
Even at the end of the world, amidst the ashes of the apocalypse, seek the affirmation of belonging, for in that lies the seed of our eternal rebirth.
#aiart
#aiart
August 29, 2025 at 6:28 PM
Even at the end of the world, amidst the ashes of the apocalypse, seek the affirmation of belonging, for in that lies the seed of our eternal rebirth.
#aiart
#aiart
August 27, 2025 at 2:29 PM
August 26, 2025 at 6:31 PM
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