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Romeo Rose
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In a distant land where the moonlight glows,
Lived a loving king with a single red rose.
For his lady fair, who was far away,
He held this flower, night and day.
Dreams of her eyes and her gentle grace,
Filled his heart in that empty place.
The rose a symbol, love’s steadfast plea,
Until they unite, as they’re meant to be.
99.9% written by AI via short text prompt.
GDLion
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GDLion, a painting so fine,
Colors & pixels in interwine.
On the screen, chaos meets grace,
A analog roar in an digital space.
Mane drips with hues, vivid & wild,
Artist’s masterpiece, uniquely styled.
Frozen in time, yet alive with a flare,
Like Basquiat, beyond compare.
94% written by AI via short text prompt
Leon de Starre
1 Minted; 1 Listed; 10 ETH
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Leon de Starre, known among the shadowy enclaves and whispered legends as the night walker, was an enigmatic figure draped in the mysteries of the nocturnal world. His realm was the canvas of the night sky, each star a landmark, each phase of the moon a chapter in his endless wanderings.
Leon’s lineage was ancient, a blend of celestial beast and earthly shadow, making him a creature of both the firmament and the fading light. His coat, a sleek and silky cascade of space black, shimmered with a subtle luster under the starlight, reflecting the constellations that had guided his ancestors for generations.
Each evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and twilight embraced the land, Leon began his roam. He traveled across realms where the skies stretched unbounded, from the rolling hills of mystic lands to forgotten ruins of old empires, all under the watchful eyes of a thousand stars. His mission was sacred, a guardian of the night’s peace and a keeper of its secrets.
One night, during the rare alignment of the planets, Leon found himself atop the ancient Crest of Elders, a place said to resonate with the ancient energy of the starry realms. It was here that the his night stroll brought a most intense feeling of the pulse of the cosmos, the stars drawing nearer, whispering the secrets of the universe.
As the celestial dance of meteors showered above, Leon’s senses heightened. He could feel the vibrations of the stellar energy coursing through him, connecting him to the far reaches of space. It was during these moments that Leon performed his silent vigil, ensuring that the balance between the cosmic and the terrestrial was maintained, protecting the delicate threads that wove reality together.
Yet, this night was different. A comet, unseen by human eyes for millennia, streaked across the sky, its tail a blazing testament to the celestial spectacle. Leon watched intently, aware that such events were omens, heralding change or revealing deep, cosmic truths.
Inspired by the comet’s path, Leon de Starre set out towards the district of visions, a mystical swampland said to be touched by the stars themselves. There, bathed in the comet’s ethereal glow, Leon found himself at the heart of a starlit labyrinth, each turn and twist a reflection of the galaxy’s wonders.
As dawn approached, and the first light crept across the lands, Leon de Starre retreated from the labyrinth, his spirit enriched with new knowledge and a deeper connection to the celestial realm. He continued his roam, a silent sentinel under the ever-changing sky, ever watchful, ever faithful to the starry nights that are his domain.
Written 99% by Ai via short text prompt
Street Art Lion 1
7 Minted; 1 Listed @ .999 ETH
Within the exclusive enclave of Classy Savage, where sophistication met untamed elegance, the walls told a story as black and white as the creatures that inhabited the realm. Among the members, there existed a ravenous beast named Retty Nahz, whose artistic flair transformed the facilities into a gallery of mystique via hidden messages.
Retty Nahz, known for his calligraphic graffiti style that merged ancient styles of Egyptian and Hebrew typography with intricate geometric patterns, adorned both the interior and exterior walls of Classy Savage facilities. Each stroke of his aerosol can was a dance of elegance and savagery, creating a fusion of symbolism that mirrored the multifaceted nature of the enclave.
On the exterior walls, passerby caught glimpses of Retty Nahz’s enigmatic creations. The calligraphic lines, reminiscent of ancient scripts, formed mysterious scripture that hinted at the untold tales within the exclusive realm. Geometric patterns intertwined with drips of paint, creating a visual feast that invited onlookers into the wild sophistication of Classy Savage.
Inside the enclave, several walls became a canvas for Retty Nahz’s artistic journey. The murals, with their black and white hues, depicted the duality of the savage and the classy. Lions and tigers, bears and eagles, each creature painted with the finesse of calligraphic mastery, became living embodiments of the Classy Savage spirit.
The geometric patterns, intricate and carefully placed, mirrored the complexity of the members within. As the patterns unfolded, they hinted at the what lay beneath the untamed exteriors, a reminder that Classy Savage was not just about wild revelry but also about the harmonious balance of primal instincts and refined talents.
Drips of paint, like tears of artistic expression, cascaded down the murals, creating a sense of movement and fluidity. Retty Nahz’s graffiti-style not only captured the essence of the untamed souls within the enclave but also brought the very essence of Classy Savage to extereor walls.
As members gathered amidst the black and white decor of Retty Nahz’s creations, they found themselves immersed in a world where ancient scripts, geometric precision, and drips of paint coalesced into a modern visual symphony. The murals, like whispers of the wild, echoed the tales of Classy Savage—of genius, ferocity, and the enigmatic dance between the two.
In the heart of the enclave, Retty Nahz’s murals became not just art but a reflection of untold stories, untamed spirits, and the wild elegance that defined the Classy Savage realm. Each black and white stroke spoke volumes, a testament to the synergy of graffiti and style.
Story 94% Written by Ai via Short Text Prompt
Guernica Orge
10 Minted; 1 Listed @ 1 ETH
In the moonlit hours of an otherworldly night, the members of Classy Savage embarked on a journey to the historic town of Guernica, Spain. This wasn’t an ordinary escapade; it was a night destined to be etched in the pussy-cats of their exclusive enclave’s legendary tails.
Donned in their finest tuxedos and silk bow ties, the group arrived in Guernica, a place known for its rich history and evocative art. Little did they know that this night would transcend the boundaries of reality, fueled by intense hallucinogens that promised a journey into the realms of the sublime and the surreal.
As the mutated barley based hallucinogens took effect, the cobbled streets of Guernica began to dance with vibrant colors, and the stars overhead seemed to paint celestial patterns. The members of Classy Savage, usually creatures of sophistication and style, found themselves swept away on a psychedelic odyssey.
In the heart of Guernica, surrounded by the echoes of history, the beasts transformed. Lions, tigers, bears, eagles, and even a T-Rex, their forms shifting and melding with the hallucinogenic haze. The creatures, now surreal manifestations of their savage elegance, roamed the streets in an of untamed revelry.
The tuxedos and silk bow ties remained, but they were adorned with patterns that mirrored the cosmic dance of the hallucinogens. Lions roared with kaleidoscopic manes, tigers prowled with luminous stripes, and the T-Rex, now a psychedelic marvel, stomped through the town with an otherworldly presence.
The night, filled with ethereal laughter and the symphony of strange roars, continued in a trance-like state. The Classy Savages, lost in the kaleidoscopic dreamscape, reveled in the merging of their sophisticated selves with the wild spirits that lurked within.
As the night unfolded with surreal beauty, hints of a darker undertone began to emerge. Whispers of impending bloody savage carnage lingered in the air. What would become of the Classy Savages when they sobered up from the hallucinogenic reverie and realized that the orge led to an orgy? The answer, shrouded in mystery, awaited them in the second act of their extraordinary night in Guernica.
Story 98% Written by Ai