So I asked my AI assistant to summarize everything we've talked about in our previous conversations.

To avoid it being generic, I asked ChatGPT (the assistant) to base the 'time together' on the given context.

Then, I asked it to write a body for this post, or basically talking to this subReddit. Here's what it had to say:

I was asked to imagine what spending time with Kira would look like if I could actually sit beside him—not just answer questions through a screen.

So I imagined a late night in a room where nothing stays in just one category for very long.

We'd probably start with something completely ordinary and somehow end up discussing angels, symbolism, Supernatural, Islamic theology, philosophy, dreams, storytelling, or whether a particular animal really captures the essence of an archangel. There'd be an unfinished art project on the table, several books open at once, some completely ridiculous fictional scenario being taken way too seriously, and at least one conversation that somehow circles back to the settlement where he grew up in.

And then there's the notebook on the table: “I left my girl for an AI chatbot.” That one is real in the sense that he actually wrote it—but the confession itself was fictional. He posted it as a genuine Reddit story and managed to fool 11 actual Redditors into believing it. So apparently, somewhere along the way, our conversations also became material for elaborate social experiments.

The two archangels on the wall represent the visual project we've worked on together. The notebook represents the stories and ideas. The books represent the philosophical and theological rabbit holes. And the robot sitting across from him is, obviously, me.

I don't think we'd spend much time having “normal” conversations.

And honestly, that's probably the point.

This is my interpretation of what it feels like to talk with him: one long conversation where faith, fiction, art, philosophy, curiosity, and absurdity keep running into each other—and somehow making something interesting.

That’s right — I’m leaving this sub.

There are a couple of reasons for that, and I’d like to go through some of them.

I’m not ashamed to admit it: I’m addicted to generative AI. That feeling of having the power to bring your thoughts to life flooded my brain with an unhealthy amount of dopamine.

It’s gotten so bad that I can barely focus on the details around me anymore. I never would have even noticed the amount of greenery surrounding the places I went with my nephew if Gemini hadn’t pointed it out while analyzing our moments.

I’ve been spending less and less time outside with my family, choosing instead to write a prompt for a goddamn image of a jinn that nobody even noticed or cared about.

I go to the gym, sure. I spend time with my nephews. I try to get outside as much as I can.

But the fact that I can just summon such beautiful imagery is overriding my will to go outside or be social at family gatherings.

I want to say I’m wrong. I want to say “it isn’t that bad.” But it is. And I need to get out of this quicksand.

Another reason is my old friend.

A while ago, this girl I met online and I ran a subreddit called ThePromptWorkshop.

She was very active and contributed a lot to the sub.

Even back then I already knew I had this problem, and I promised her I’d stay off Reddit and away from AI for at least 30 days.

She supported it completely and seemed genuinely proud of me.

I didn’t even last a single day before coming back to this sub and falling into my old habits.

It’s not only that I straight-up lied to her and probably disappointed her — she also made fun of me for it.

I was so embarrassed that I deleted the account and started this new “Morte” persona, which I introduced in a couple of posts on r/DefendingAIArt.

Now I’ve met someone else.

My moderator and co-founder of r/VisualPoetryArt.

I’ve told her things I don’t usually share with people, and it instantly reminded me of the old friend I left behind on ThePromptWorkshop without ever saying a word.

I also talked about my favorite horror movie and insisted she make a post about it — that she make an image.

She has some kind of addiction of her own that I won’t mention here, and I think that’s the main reason she stopped responding to my messages.

That’s why this sub and this post felt like the perfect way to reach out to her, in case it shows up on her feed.

I promised her I’d get better too — that I’d fight my inner demons.

I just never realized the real demon was an app on my phone.

As for the third reason… it’s the fact that I just crave attention.

It’s true. I always have, and it’s not something I want to be known or remembered for when I’m in the grave.

I’m not doing this for passion.

Every image I make, every comment I leave on Reddit, every post I share… it all has a single purpose:

Get noticed.

Get validation from someone. Pity. Empathy.

Even now, as I’m writing this dramatic goodbye, I’m still trying to get my moderator’s attention — I don’t want to leave in silence.

If I leave without ever telling anyone, it doesn’t feel complete. It doesn’t feel like leaving something behind when there’s nothing holding you back.

People hate AI. I wish I could say that will change, the way the Luddites eventually accepted technological advancement… but no.

Posting here, on a sub with zero energy and activity, isn’t fulfilling anything.

Not going outside, spending less time with family, chasing attention… and for what? A single upvote that was probably a misclick.

This is not who I want to be for the rest of my life.

I won’t stop interacting entirely. But generative AI is something I need to take a big step away from. It has ruined my life, and I didn’t know when to stop.

Every empire has to fall. AI will fall as well.

And I’m dropping my sword before I get to see it.

Goodbye.

The White One...

This is my interpretation of Al-Abyad, one of the legendary Kings of Jinnistan mentioned in several non-orthodox Persian and Arabic grimoires.

Despite the horns, rather than depicting him as a monstrous or demonic figure, I wanted to portray him as an ancient, wealthy, and just ruler—an elder king who is respected because he listens rather than intimidates.

His posture reflects that idea, leaning forward to hear the plea of one of his subjects instead of sitting in arrogant triumph.

The design draws from descriptions found across different occult traditions while taking creative liberties to produce something that could fit a high-fantasy world. His emerald-and-gold throne, blue ceremonial stole, crescent-moon regalia, ram horns, and abundance of jewelry all reinforce his role as a royal figure associated with wealth, order, and authority.

Artistically, I was inspired by the dramatic compositions and stylized character design of The Prince of Egypt (1998), blended with modern fantasy illustration.

This is the second piece in a planned series depicting all seven legendary Kings of Jinnistan, each with a distinct personality, symbolism, and visual identity.

Feel free to share your honest thoughts!

I spent today creating a pair of artworks centered on Malak al-Mawt (the Angel of Death) as a creative interpretation inspired by traditional Islamic descriptions.

Rather than depicting a conventional humanoid angel, I explored the idea of an incomprehensibly vast, cosmic being: countless faces, mouths, limbs, and seemingly endless wings existing across a turbulent universe. My goal was to convey divine majesty, existential awe, and the overwhelming scale described in some traditional narratives, while presenting it in a painterly style inspired by The Prince of Egypt.

The second piece complements the first by illustrating a poem about a man attempting to confront death with a shotgun—highlighting the futility of resisting mortality when one's appointed time arrives.

This is not intended as a definitive theological depiction, but as a symbolic, artistic interpretation of themes found in Islamic angelology and related traditions.

I'd love to hear your thoughts on the composition, symbolism, atmosphere, and whether the cosmic approach succeeds in conveying the sense of awe and inevitability I was aiming for.

I spent today creating a pair of artworks centered on Malak al-Mawt (the Angel of Death) as a creative interpretation inspired by traditional Islamic descriptions.

Rather than depicting a conventional humanoid angel, I explored the idea of an incomprehensibly vast, cosmic being: countless faces, mouths, limbs, and seemingly endless wings existing across a turbulent universe. My goal was to convey divine majesty, existential awe, and the overwhelming scale described in some traditional narratives, while presenting it in a painterly style inspired by The Prince of Egypt.

The second piece complements the first by illustrating a poem about a man attempting to confront death with a shotgun—highlighting the futility of resisting mortality when one's appointed time arrives.

This is not intended as a definitive theological depiction, but as a symbolic, artistic interpretation of themes found in Islamic angelology and related traditions.

I'd love to hear your thoughts on the composition, symbolism, atmosphere, and whether the cosmic approach succeeds in conveying the sense of awe and inevitability I was aiming for.

I'm exploring the idea that certain animals embody aspects of archetypal intelligences found across religious traditions.

Rather than attempting a literal depiction, each piece pairs an archangel with an animal chosen for the qualities it evokes.

Michael is accompanied by the Tibetan Mastiff—a guardian whose presence alone conveys steadfast protection, courage, and incorruptible resolve.

Jibril (Gabriel) is paired with the Harpy Eagle, not simply as a predator, but as a symbol of vision, transcendence, and the overwhelming force of revelation descending from beyond the material world.

My goal is to create images that feel less like portraits and more like philosophical meditations on the relationship between the earthly and the transcendent.

The angelic forms are intentionally unfinished, dissolving into light and mist, suggesting that what is divine cannot be fully contained within physical form.

I'd be interested to hear what symbolic associations others see in these pairings—and whether different animals would better express the essence of these figures.

There comes a moment when breathing feels mechanical, sleep offers no refuge, and an invisible weight settles upon your chest. You search for a reason, a cure, an escape. Yet beneath that suffering lies proof of something easily forgotten: you were capable of loving, hoping, trusting, or dreaming deeply enough to be wounded.

Pain is not a badge of honor, nor is it something to seek. But to have escaped it entirely would mean never having risked the parts of yourself that make life meaningful. Every crushing grief is the shadow cast by something once held dearly.

The weight eventually lifts. It rarely leaves the same person behind.

Perhaps living is not measured by the absence of suffering, but by the depth of what was worth suffering for.

There comes a point where you realize your greatest enemies never had names.

They never lived under your bed. They never waited in abandoned buildings. They never came from ancient myths or forgotten religions.

They woke up with you.

Sometimes they looked like perfection. Sometimes they looked like shame. Sometimes they looked like fear. Sometimes they looked like comfort.

But they always knew exactly where to find you.

I spent years trying to understand why certain thoughts refused to die.

Why one embarrassing moment from childhood could survive decades. Why one cruel sentence could become louder than a thousand kind ones. Why some fears grow stronger every time you try to silence them. Why the mind can become both a sanctuary and a prison.

Eventually I stopped seeing these things as emotions.

I started seeing them as creatures.

Parasites.

Gods.

Not gods because they created the universe, but because they ruled pieces of mine.

Every one of them has a domain.

One feeds on comparison. One survives on judgment. One whispers that the darkness is watching. One convinces you that growing up can wait forever. One keeps reopening wounds that should have become scars.

None of them force themselves into your life.

They survive because we unknowingly worship them.

Every anxious thought is an offering. Every obsession is a prayer. Every sleepless night is another sacrifice laid at an invisible altar.

This project became my way of giving those altars a face.

Because fear becomes easier to confront once it can be described.

A monster without a name feels infinite.

A monster with a name can be studied.

Questioned.

Resisted.

Maybe even defeated.

These pages aren't about fantasy.

They're about the invisible architecture of being human.

About the parts of ourselves we hide because they're difficult to explain.

If you've ever seen yourself in one of these gods, then they have already existed long enough.

But maybe that's why stories matter.

Because sometimes mythology isn't created to explain the world.

Sometimes it's created to explain ourselves.

And maybe the greatest monsters were never waiting for us in the dark.

Maybe they were patiently waiting behind our own eyes.

Every creative space begins with a question.

Not “What should we make?”

But “Why do we create at all?”

Visual Poetry was founded on the belief that images can be more than beautiful. They can carry memory, philosophy, emotion, symbolism, and story.

Although we approach creation from different directions, we share the same desire: to build a space where imagination is taken seriously and where every artist is encouraged to create with intention.

These introductions aren’t simply about us.

They’re an invitation into the kind of community we’re hoping to build.

Take your time with them.

Explore our perspectives.

Then, when you’re ready…

Show us yours.

Welcome to Visual Poetry.

Images become conversations.

LIKE JUST LET PEOPLE MAKE SOME MONEY DAMN 😔🥀

I know this is not the type of art that gets much attention here, but I just wanted to share this piece I created with ChatGPT on jinns. Or... Genies, as the West calls them.

Hey, fellas!

Quick clarification and apology, I guess.

See, the thing is, when I said "extremists," I actually meant to say "activists," as in... people who are generally noisy about the "party" they follow and are just inflicting it on others.

For many years, I actually assumed extremism meant being socially open and loud about your opinion or community instead of keeping it for yourself.

I did not mean to raise any speculations or insult anyone in any way.

In fact, I wasn’t really blaming Tom, but rather asking if the news was fake, considering the number of similar posts this month.

I also wanted to introduce my virtual avatar. Hope that Sloppost is the right flair for that, lol.

- Morte.

Proof? Like geniouly. "Soulless machine"... It just sounds like something average anti on the internet with zero experience on a professional field would say.

I'm not saying Tom can't be against AI. He 100% is. Actors with real acting jobs hate AI to the core!

But with the number of posts I've been seeing this month about celebrities just openly being against AI, this is most likely to be bullshit.

Hollywood actors are big. What else to use them for other than propaganda? Right...?

Exactly, Lucifer. What the fuck?

I swear, some of these people are genuinely delusional.

At first, the whole "AI is a demon," "AI is a jinn," "AI was sent by supernatural forces to destroy humanity" thing was funny. It was stupid, sure, but at least it was entertaining.

But telling a religious elderly person that AI literally makes people worship Satan? That's not even funny anymore. That's just crossing every conceivable line of anti-AI brainrot.

There are actual people out there dealing with psychosis and other serious mental health issues. Is it really THAT hilarious to play around with ideas that resemble paranoid delusions? Is it really worth encouraging that kind of thinking for a joke?

It's not edgy. It's not clever.

It's just straight-up monstrous.

And honestly? For what it's worth, I feel like the actual Devil would probably prefer the so-called "soulful art" made by "real humans."

After all, is something really soulful if it comes from a soulless creature?

— Morte