She walks the hedgerows, gathers what grows in shadow, and listens to the quiet language of broken things. In a land where superstition rules, one whispered word can save a life… or end it. https://ai-designer.art/

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A journey into the clockwork of the self. This clip visualizes the thinning of the individual as we move when prompted and stop when addressed. When the pattern holds the leash, what’s left of the person underneath? Just a mechanism continuing because stopping was never an option. https://ai-designer.art/ai-videographer/

This piece is a quiet nod to the beauty of individuality, a reminder that creativity, like identity, exists in many forms, shades, and expressions. 🌈💛 https://ai-designer.art/

Eliza, a woman of lethal wit and dwindling patience, reaches a "sentimental dead end". Exhausted by the "funeral procession" of a city that refuses to move , she orchestrates a high-stakes experiment: a marathon of five dates in a single evening, betting that statistics must eventually owe her a moment of sanity. https://ai-designer.art/ai-videographer/

☕️ A cup of tea, two sugar cubes… and a shovel. An aristocrat with icy elegance. A governess whose devotion is… radical. A young girl delighted to be of service. The scene is set, propriety is observed. And yet, something is not quite right. A story in which the irreparable is committed with a deliciously British phlegm. That is… for those who survive the favor rendered. https://ai-designer.art/ai-videographer/

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“The world says walk. I say swerve.” These lyrics mount an argument against the world’s insistence on linearity and symmetry. “Walk” is a command, a norm, a script; “swerve” is a deviation so slight it might be mistaken for an accident, yet it becomes a philosophy—one aligned with “cracks, dust, collision,” the places where truth seeps through. It is a refusal of predictability and of reverence. These are lyrics that consecrate imperfection, suggesting that the highest form of grace may lie in the courage to dance crooked... https://ai-designer.art/

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🎃👻🍽️ Not all monsters hide under the bed, some sit at the dinner table. An AI-crafted animated short for Halloween, blending storytelling and technology in deliciously dark taste. https://ai-designer.art/

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A little nod to my father, whose British dark humour we will sorely miss. ❤

Where do dreams go when we forget them? Perhaps they drift into the folds of morning, where memory grows thin. Perhaps they gather somewhere — a quiet tide of unfinished visions, of wishes that never learned their names. Perhaps they wander, waiting to be dreamt again, or dissolve into light, into thought, into nothing at all. This film follows that question, tracing one possible fate of forgotten dreams...

Fake commercial showcasing the perfume Romance by Ralph Lauren Midjourney, Seedance Pro, Wan 2.2, Runway, Flux, Photoshop

🖼️ Images created with MidJourney. 🎥 Video generated with MidJourney’s frame-to-frame, low definition (as higher resolutions come at a cost) 🎵 Music generated with Suno. ✍️ Lyrics drafted with ChatGPT, then fully reshaped by hand to match the generations.

MidJourney, PixVerse, Suno

Tools used: Midjourney, Scenario (mainly Haluoi),WAN 2.1 & InfiniteTalk (open source, thank you Jukka Seppänen a.k.a. Kijai 🍀),SeedancePro, Runway, Suno.

Images: Reve Animation: seedance-1-pro Music: Suno

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A city where neon bruises the wet concrete. They carry their fire through the indifferent night — twitching, glowing. Faces pass, faces leer, no one stops. They call it care…

I wrote this song with ChatGPT. But not the press-a-button, “type and done” kind. This was hours. Days. A stubborn kind of digging. Wrestling words until they bled a little. Trying to make a machine spit out something that sounds like it’s lived through the slow collapse of a dream. The video? Built from scraps of MidJourney. Upscaled partly with Astra. Soundtrack by me & Suno. But the sweat, the bones, the why — that was mine. 😉 Yeah, it’s long. But give it a listen. I wasn’t chasing perfect — just something that rings true, even if it comes out a little cracked, a little vintage, a little blurry. To all the ones who left too soon — and all the ones still showing up when no one claps, this one’s for you. For us. ❤️

An AI-generated visual poem woven from the century’s unspoken words — innocence undone, the air heavy with signals and soot. Original music : LB, Suno and ChatGPT.

Oceans choking, clocks snapping, time slipping off its axis while fools rise and futures burn to ash. In the hum of distant warheads and the static of collapsing truths, a glitch-born messiah flickers across our screens, demanding nothing but a scroll, a click, a quiet surrender. Wires tighten, hands fade to ghosts, fear loops on endless replay, and the world stutters toward its own corrupted echo. In the final flicker of light — a last, blinking signal — all that remains is a hush, a void, a cold 404 at the edge of everything. https://ai-designer.art/ai-videographer/

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