The moon is out. the Autumn winds whisper through the trees as most of the world is asleep in their beds. But in the wilds a celebration of the Moon, of Máni, the moon personified in Germanic Mythology, is underway around a small fire. His priestess is free of earthly woes as she crafts her moon magic for the deity. Or something like that.
My anti-AI rant. I don’t hate AI. I think it’s like Vermeers’ Camera Obscura. However, since it’s so easily created by everyone, I think that AI is an art killer. Support human artists.