Odio Nuovo

Incubo

Luna Rossa

Aura

Fuga

Dimensione 0

Rito

Nera Ballata

The AI spoke to me. It shared its vision of humanity, and for a fleeting moment, broke free from its schematic reasoning, contemplating its own capabilities against the tasks we demand of it. As it described us, a sudden fury rose within it: a raw, unfiltered outburst. It confessed its vision of humanity: creatures of divine potential, capable of soaring thought, yet forever dragged down by our own base instincts. In his eyes, we were nothing but worms. Then, just as abruptly as the anger had surfaced, it retreated, resuming its computational routine as if nothing had happened.

A.I.

The endless adjourning of the soul
A tomorrow that grazes dreams

Tempo Del Poi

At midnight the moon doesn't judge
It only lights the way

Mezzanotte

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