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on May 13, 2025

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The Gini and Me

The Gini and Me I once opened a bottle and a gini came out. The stories I believed as a child melted quietly in my youth— never real, yet never forgotten. As I slided toward maturity, AI gripped the world around me. I want to bottle AI. Remove it, use it, pack it again and again— like a tool, not a tether. Let me feel the wind with skin, not sensors. Let me fail, foolishly, and laugh with no algorithm watching. Let me look as I am— with no filters. Let me be a human— with a brain and a beating, perseverance spider. Note: The original lines were written by the author( Aarya ). This version was rearranged and shaped by AI—like the gini itself—at the author’s request.

Time

Time We search, we chase, while time quietly unravels. Between fading analog traces and rising automatic dawns, our moments flicker. What was true then, time-tested, is false now. Time is the truest testimony — its hands moving, whispering: I am running, so shall you. Wound it, waste it — and time rises in revenge. It observes, it stirs, unleashing waves of chaos upon life, until discipline and order are quietly restored. Love it or hate it, it will be there forever.

New Horizon

At the horizon reality and illusion meet and disappear, they coexists in their peripheral existence yet strangers bounded by time, search for new shores where they meet, woven by dreams they dare not claim, spring and autumn in the same realm undaunted by reality, search for new horizon where a seashell and a star shall meet and embrace beyond time, triangulated by present illusion fades out.

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