Mixed Media
The Lamp in My Father’s Room
The Lamp in My Father’s Room The house smelled of old wood, rain-soaked soil, and memories. Arif hadn’t returned home in almost eight years. The city had become his world—skyscrapers, meetings, deadlines. He had gone to chase success, to become “someone,” as he used to say to his father during their arguments.
By Khalid khan6 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
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
The Bond of the Green Forest. AI-Generated.
In the heart of the verdant Green Forest, where trees intertwined and sunlight danced through the leaves, lived a young girl named Layla. With a free spirit, Layla loved exploring the forest, listening to the whispers of nature. One day, while gathering wild herbs, she heard a strange sound—a mix of a faint moan and heavy thuds on the ground. Cautiously, she followed the noise until she found its source: an old, massive elephant with wrinkled skin like an ancient map, sitting beside a gnarled tree, his eyes filled with sorrow.
By Omar Mohammed 6 months ago in Art
The Role of a Website in Boosting Ticket Sales and Audience Engagement. AI-Generated.
Have you ever clicked on an event and felt frustrated by a clunky website or confusing checkout? I have, and let’s be honest, most of us won’t stick around long if it’s hard to buy a ticket.
By Stella Shine6 months ago in Art
