I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground & it died without a sound. Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves & No-one saw us but the trees. Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that I am breathing.

This image shows a magpie fallen amongst autumn leaves. The scene evokes themes of mortality and the quiet observation of nature, rendered with a melancholic and slightly surreal aesthetic.

Criado por Astronaut2 em Dec 7, 2021 usando o modelo Artistic gerador de imagens AI.