{"date": "2026-07-10T11:11:11.622892Z", "name": "Aftermath", "tags": ["shadow", "sea", "moon", "oneofone", "arashsahra", "iranmassacre", "photography", "iran"], "image": "ipfs://bafkreic5cubjgpjsuwwn547lvtgvnbt4jkszfqpxfzancvj26uwkki6ltu", "minter": "KT1Aq4wWmVanpQhq4TTfjZXB5AjFpx15iQMM", "rights": "None / All Rights Reserved", "symbol": "OBJKTCOM", "formats": [{"uri": "ipfs://bafkreic5cubjgpjsuwwn547lvtgvnbt4jkszfqpxfzancvj26uwkki6ltu", "fileName": "display.jpg", "fileSize": "20029", "mimeType": "image/jpeg", "dimensions": {"unit": "px", "value": "1024x512"}}, {"uri": "ipfs://bafkreift55phtc77vajyljjfrqberk772d5djlcrdhnqjdy2fhjhsis7le", "fileName": "thumbnail.jpg", "fileSize": "5413", "mimeType": "image/jpeg", "dimensions": {"unit": "px", "value": "400x200"}}, {"uri": "ipfs://bafybeidzsdzxt4pqp2lqflktqnfwf6nrdyngnfhh2xjii2l2k3op4jvwsm", "fileName": "artifact.jpg", "fileSize": "9772466", "mimeType": "image/jpeg", "dimensions": {"unit": "px", "value": "15657x7829"}}], "creators": ["tz1WmCmS8WNfczNcCw93F5UV3WSXVzjpjcFH"], "decimals": "0", "royalties": {"shares": {"tz1WmCmS8WNfczNcCw93F5UV3WSXVzjpjcFH": "1300"}, "decimals": "4"}, "attributes": [], "displayUri": "ipfs://bafkreic5cubjgpjsuwwn547lvtgvnbt4jkszfqpxfzancvj26uwkki6ltu", "artifactUri": "ipfs://bafybeidzsdzxt4pqp2lqflktqnfwf6nrdyngnfhh2xjii2l2k3op4jvwsm", "description": "I never seem to know where I stand in life, or what I am supposed to do with it.\nI've always welcomed hardship. There is something strangely beautiful about an endless struggle, a battle that refuses to end. But confusion is something else entirely. Ambiguity becomes unbearable when you lose faith in your own ability to understand yourself and the world around you.\n\nIt feels like dreaming: you turn the handlebars to the right, yet the bicycle drifts left. Or like believing you've finally been saved, only to lose your footing on the mountainside at that very instant and disappear into the fall.\n\nLife no longer resembles what it once was. Iran is passing through one of the strangest chapters of its history, and to hope for a fortunate ending under such circumstances feels almost like an absurd miracle. It is as though none of us is truly allowed to survive, not in the fullest sense of the word.\n\nEven if we win our battles, even if we manage to take a single step toward healing, collapse continues to wait just beyond the next breath.\n\nI don't know what I should do.\n\nPerhaps the greatest illusion is believing that the moment for a decision has finally arrived. It is only a survival instinct disguising itself as choice. There is no decision to make. There is no clear path waiting to be walked.\n\nAll that remains is to sit quietly and watch time dissolve into ruin, while secretly nurturing the smallest, most stubborn hope—that somewhere amid all these horned curses, some small miracle may still appear... and clear, if only slightly, a path meant for you.\n", "mintingTool": "https://objkt.com/mintV2", "thumbnailUri": "ipfs://bafkreift55phtc77vajyljjfrqberk772d5djlcrdhnqjdy2fhjhsis7le"}