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In Dark Light
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In Dark Light
by Huang Fan 
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In Dark Light
by Ivana Lena Besevic 
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Plaigue by Ismail Inceoglu 
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"So it went from "What brushes do you use?" to "What's your prompt?" It's a fact that many talented artists tasted the seductive artificial intelligence, but gave it up quickly. I was truly disappointed, because some of them are my idols. But at least they realised what a plague this whole scheme is. Which I can't say for the ones that chose to steal years of work and dedication and turn it into their "art". The ones that dare to call themselves an artist without ever touching a pencil in their lives. What a joke. To the people who are just starting to paint in these difficult times - don't give up. Don't close your mind. What your imagination can create, artificial intelligence can only steal. What kind of art are we even talking about when you can't even choose your own composition or colors. When you don't go through hundreds of variations in your own imagination. Don't deprive yourself of the most wonderful feeling in the world - having to create something on your own. Why skipping the most exciting part? Why jumping at the end when it's the journey that matters. I refuse to acknowledge this madness. I refuse my work to turn into a database. As you can see, I am absolutely against it. I for one am happy that we are not alone and this community has risen! Don't give up!" www.deviantart.com/seven-t…41411282 -
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Mermaid by GaudiBuendia 
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In Dark Light
by 0BO 
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In Dark Light
It was just after the sheep had returned, on a pleasant evening when the animals had finished work and were making their way back to the farm buildings, that the terrified neighing of a horse sounded from the yard. Startled, the animals stopped in their tracks. It was Clover’s voice. She neighed again, and all the animals broke into a gallop and rushed into the yard. Then they saw what Clover had seen. It was a pig walking on his hind legs. Yes, it was Squealer. A little awkwardly, as though not quite used to supporting his considerable bulk in that position, but with perfect balance, he was strolling across the yard. And a moment later, out from the door of the farmhouse came a long file of pigs, all walking on their hind legs. Some did it better than others, one or two were even a trifle unsteady and looked as though they would have liked the support of a stick, but every one of them made his way right round the yard successfully. And finally there was a tremendous baying of dogs and a shrill crowing from the black cockerel, and out came Napoleon himself, majestically upright, casting haughty glances from side to side, and with his dogs gambolling round him. He carried a whip in his trotter. There was a deadly silence. Amazed, terrified, huddling together, the animals watched the long line of pigs march slowly round the yard. It was as though the world had turned upsidedown. Then there came a moment when the first shock had worn off and when, in spite of everything-in spite of their terror of the dogs, and of the habit, developed through long years, of never complaining, never criticising, no matter what happened — they might have uttered some word of protest. But just at that moment, as though at a signal, all the sheep burst out into a tremendous bleating of — “Four legs good, two legs BETTER! Four legs good, two legs BETTER! Four legs good, two legs BETTER!” It went on for five minutes without stopping. And by the time the sheep had quieted down, the chance to utter any protest had passed, for the pigs had marched back into the farmhouse. Benjamin felt a nose nuzzling at his shoulder. He looked round. It was Clover. Her old eyes looked dimmer than ever. Without saying anything, she tugged gently at his mane and led him round to the end of the big barn, where the Seven Commandments were written. For a minute or two they stood gazing at the tatted wall with its white lettering. “My sight is failing,” she said finally. “Even when I was young I could not have read what was written there. But it appears to me that that wall looks different. Are the Seven Commandments the same as they used to be, Benjamin?” For once Benjamin consented to break his rule, and he read out to her what was written on the wall. There was nothing there now except a single Commandment. It ran: ALL ANIMALS ARE EQUAL BUT SOME ANIMALS ARE MORE EQUAL THAN OTHERS ——— George Orwell - Animal Farm #book -
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by FatmeBondage 
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by Lensar 
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by LichtReize 
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by Dangiuz (Leopoldo D'Angelo) 
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— Маврикий Николаевич! — обратилась к нему вдруг Лиза, — тот господин на коленях ушел, станьте на его место на колени. Маврикий Николаевич в недоумении посмотрел на нее. — Прошу вас, вы сделаете мне большое удовольствие. Слушайте, Маврикий Николаевич, — начала она вдруг настойчивою, упрямою, горячею скороговоркой, — непременно станьте, я хочу непременно видеть, как вы будете стоять. Если не станете — и не приходите ко мне. Непременно хочу, непременно хочу!.. Я не знаю, что она хотела этим сказать; но она требовала настойчиво, неумолимо, точно была в припадке. Маврикий Николаевич растолковывал, как увидим ниже, такие капризные порывы ее, особенно частые в последнее время, вспышками слепой к нему ненависти, и не то чтоб от злости, — напротив, она чтила, любила и уважала его, и он сам это знал, — а от какой-то особенной бессознательной ненависти, с которою она никак не могла справиться минутами. Он молча передал чашку какой-то сзади него стоявшей старушонке, отворил дверцу решетки, без приглашения шагнул в интимную половину Семена Яковлевича и стал среди комнаты на колени, на виду у всех. Думаю, что он слишком был потрясен в деликатной и простой душе своей грубою, глумительною выходкой Лизы, в виду всего общества. Может быть, ему подумалось, что ей станет стыдно за себя, видя его унижение, на котором она так настаивала. Конечно, никто не решился бы исправлять таким наивным и рискованным способом женщину, кроме него. Он стоял на коленях с своею невозмутимою важностью в лице, длинный, нескладный, смешной. Но наши не смеялись; неожиданность поступка произвела болезненный эффект. Все глядели на Лизу. — Елей, елей! — пробормотал Семен Яковлевич. Лиза вдруг побледнела, вскрикнула, ахнула и бросилась за решетку. Тут произошла быстрая, истерическая сцена: она изо всех сил стала подымать Маврикия Николаевича с колен, дергая его обеими руками за локоть. — Вставайте, вставайте! — вскрикивала она как без памяти — встаньте сейчас, сейчас! Как вы смели стать! Маврикий Николаевич приподнялся с колен. Она стиснула своими руками его руки выше локтей и пристально смотрела ему в лицо. Страх был в ее взгляде. — Миловзоры, миловзоры! — повторил еще раз Семен Яковлевич. ——— Фёдор Достоевский - Бесы #book -
In Dark Light
by Ivana Lena Besevic 
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In Dark Light
Warm Sunset by Axsens 
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In Dark Light
by Ismail Inceoglu 
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by benedickbana 
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by Conluoi 