Inspiration
Healing the Child Within
There’s a strange ache that follows you quietly into adulthood. It shows up in the way you apologize too much, or not at all. It appears in your fear of abandonment or your inability to trust. You may not even realize it at first—but deep inside, a child you once were still cries for safety, attention, and love.
By Mehtab Ahmad6 months ago in Art
The Artist Who Never Finished a Single Piece Of Art In His Whole Life
There are artists whose works hang in galleries, framed and lit, admired by the world. And then there was Elijah Ward—a man whose name appeared on no canvas, whose brushstrokes were always halfway done, whose art never saw completion.
By Hamad Haider6 months ago in Art
🌫 Haunted Field Recordings: Capturing Spaces That Remember
There are sounds that don’t just echo — they linger. At Yokai Circle, we’ve long been obsessed with sound’s ability to carry memory. Not the clean, documentary kind — but the emotional kind. The kind that haunts.
By Yokai Circle6 months ago in Art
The Quest for the Glowing Blossom. AI-Generated.
In a small village nestled among lush forests, lived a girl named Layla, known for her curiosity and love for adventure. Every day, she wandered through the market, drawn to the warm aroma of fresh bread from Uncle Hassan's bakery. Uncle Hassan, the old baker, often told peculiar tales about a magical forest beyond the hills, but no one believed him—except Layla.
By Omar Mohammed 6 months ago in Art
🩸 Rituals Without Gods: The Occult Language of Dark Ambient . AI-Generated.
Dark ambient has always flirted with the occult. Not in the Hollywood sense of pentagrams and blood rites—but in something deeper, older, and harder to define. Something that feels ritualistic, even when you don’t know why.
By Yokai Circle6 months ago in Art
🕯️ Loops Like Ritual: The Meditative Power of Repetition in Music . AI-Generated.
There’s something sacred about repetition. In prayer. In breath. In walking. In waiting. In healing. In time. It shows up everywhere: the cycle of seasons, the tide rising and falling, the beating of your heart.
By The Yume Collective6 months ago in Art
Petals of Promises🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹. AI-Generated.
In the Yellow Rose Garden, where flowers swayed under the spring breeze, four girls gathered near an old fountain. Laila, Salma, Nour, and Hind sat on a wooden bench, sharing laughter and secrets, though heavy hearts lingered beneath.
By Omar Mohammed 6 months ago in Art
The Hidden Threads of Ancient Greece in Our Modern World
Next time you walk beneath a stone arch, recite an oath, watch a play, or vote in an election, pause and listen closely! You may just hear the whispers of a world that never truly left us. Yes echoes of Ancient Greece!
By Strategy Hub6 months ago in Art
ENCORE OF THE DAMNED
THE BONES BENEATH THE STAGE BY ZAHIR SHAH The first time I heard the walls breathe, I thought it was tinnitus – the high-pitched whine leftover from a decade of mixing live sound for bands that worshipped volume as a sacrament. But this was different. Lower. Resonant. A slow, rhythmic huuuhhhh… haaaahhhh that seemed to vibrate up through the worn soles of my boots from the very foundations of the old Grand Lyric Theatre. It wasn’t in my ears; it was in my bones.
By Zahir Shah6 months ago in Art
