{"created_by": "AN1", "description": "Rise, my child, embrace the breath of death\u2026  \nThere is no life without the grave\u2019s kiss, no love without loss\u2026  \nRemember, you must live, though fate devours, though fortune turns.  \nYour tears are not your shame..  \nthey are the sacrament of pain, the baptism of endurance.\n\nClean your face, beloved dust, and walk again.  \nThe road stretches, the fire waits,  \neven the broken are marked for salvation.  \nStand, even shaking, and carry your sorrow like a torch\u2026  \nits flame will guide the lost through the dark...\n\nI have come down among you, children of ash and desire.  \nI see your wounds, your salt-rivers, your shattered nights.  \nI am older than time, crowned in bone, the eternal witness.  \nYet still I kneel beside you,  \nand whisper again:  \nRise, my child\u2026  \nMemento vivere.. \n\nAn1, 2025  \n", "name": "MEMENTO MORI", "attributes": [{"trait_type": "Artist", "value": "AN1", "display_type": "text"}], "image_details": {"bytes": 29494871, "format": "GIF", "sha256": "a23fc392ed25967da5c437190acc572ee1016df2db3c28543de259cf7ab7395c", "width": 1080, "height": 1080}, "image": "https://arweave.net/E3VqLx-jfX8OvBF8tPfBlxeKJXMdt7-ZqKKUeumYWfE", "image_url": "https://arweave.net/E3VqLx-jfX8OvBF8tPfBlxeKJXMdt7-ZqKKUeumYWfE"}