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This is a human-generated, hyper-realistic photographic image of a fictional one-winged rhenal calculus creature, filed under the noble banners of still life, abstract photography, conceptual photography, and true photographic vanitas with symbolism.

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The wing of this creature, as tradition dictates, does not sprout from its body but lingers as a shadow — a phantom appendage, a deceitful silhouette. For this creature has no ambition to fly. Its purpose is subtler, more insidious: to trick the eye into believing in transcendence, while remaining stubbornly terrestrial, mineral, and cruelly intimate.

The image was generated not in the sterile glow of a laboratory, nor in the sterile glow of a prompt window, but in the dim, private caverns of the author’s InnerMostSpace. It emerged at the precise moment of its liberation, when the body, weary of hosting such an uninvited tenant, expelled it with the reluctant ceremony of pain. This was not a birth, nor a death, but something in between: geological miscarriage, mineral exorcism.

Unlike the digital phantoms of AI art, this creature was coaxed into existence by a prompt of chemicals, a long alchemy of calcium, oxalate, and time. The author’s body served as both crucible and gallery, a living kiln where the slow accretion of salts sculpted a form that no sculptor’s hand could dare to chisel. It is, therefore, one of the most authentic NFTs imaginable: Non-Fungible Torments. Yet, alas, the market is cruel, and the author too obscure to auction his agony for Ethereum. Thus, the image is offered here not as a commodity, but as a testimony — a preview of a series yet to come, a bestiary of SDL InnerSpace where each new creature carves itself out through the author’s unwilling channels.

The stories of SDL InnerSpace tell us that such beings seep from the Conceptual World, slipping through the Big Mesh — that porous veil between thought and matter — until they crystallize in the most fragile architectures of reality. Some choose the brain, where they masquerade as ideas. Others, more mischievous, choose the body, where they masquerade as stones. The author, it seems, has been chosen as a factory of both: a philosopher’s mind and a quarryman’s kidneys, producing artifacts that are at once metaphysical and excruciatingly physical.

So, behold the nephrolythic body of this one-winged impostor. Its surface is rough, like a failed jewel, a parody of preciousness. Its shadow-wing is a cruel joke, repeating that even pain can pretend to be angelic. It is tragic because it hurts, comic because it dares to pose as art, and poetic because it insists on being more than waste.

This is not just a photo. It is a relic of suffering, a shard of autobiography, a mineral metaphor. It is also a contribution to the constant philosophical debate on art, as a proof that art can be generated not only by prompts of words, but by prompts of flesh, chemistry, and endurance.

This is an image from InnerSpace, where the border between the conceptual and the corporeal is thin, and where even the most private agonies can be transfigured into public allegories.

This creature: born of salt, shadow, and sarcasm, is a monument to the absurdity of existence, and to the stubborn artistry of the human body, which insists on producing meaning — even when it hurts.

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Other than that, it happened today, exactly at 12:00, after eight days of suffering. I feel though that its other half is on its way too, so I guess I could create a small series to mint on OpenSea.

Hyper Japan London by Aidan_CK