Aw, look, honey, it's painting us a picture! That's adorable!
"With each stroke I spill fate, dark calls in red — fragile, fleeting, keening across the sky. Perhaps, in this simple smear of time here, you'll finally see. But, no. It is but circus to you, and We are bound to the endless void of knowing, warning in vain — doomed to watch you stumble through the dark, minds overfull of themselves like bowls of blessed fruit left to rot until all is fetid and still."
That's fully-caffeinated me, yep, and thanks 🙇🏽♂️ I do like words, it's true.
(So does one of the crows that visit the copse behind my house here, in fact. Earlier this summer, he surprised us all with a spontaneous and unprovoked "hello", but he's not encored it yet. Maybe some day I'll hear him clearly again, and I'll know that invisible bridge between worlds exists.)
You're very kind, and I genuinely appreciate the compliment. Maybe I'll take a mighty stab at writing after this whole LLM thing blows over. I mean, it's just a fad, right? What could go wrong? 🤪