{"date": "2025-11-06T14:44:19.774504Z", "name": "My Dark Comet, My Shadow", "tags": ["visualpoetry", "aiart"], "image": "ipfs://bafybeieo2litrydemlmw4qzpa7is4sgtfx5vqpyamfjg6kfuqaj3z3eihu", "minter": "KT1Aq4wWmVanpQhq4TTfjZXB5AjFpx15iQMM", "rights": "No License / All Rights Reserved", "symbol": "OBJKTCOM", "formats": [{"uri": "ipfs://bafybeieo2litrydemlmw4qzpa7is4sgtfx5vqpyamfjg6kfuqaj3z3eihu", "fileName": "display.png", "fileSize": "1267220", "mimeType": "image/png", "dimensions": {"unit": "px", "value": "1024x559"}}, {"uri": "ipfs://bafybeihupw7infc3hlnfu7uxdci6iqdxa5fzn7fdpd6tdxh5xfvahs2ilq", "fileName": "artifact.png", "fileSize": "85123616", "mimeType": "image/png", "dimensions": {"unit": "px", "value": "8448x4608"}}, {"uri": "ipfs://bafkreiaxvfr7plmyms6yevlg663h3pyattz76cpspe5y7mmdmegjcdn4ra", "fileName": "thumbnail.png", "fileSize": "179717", "mimeType": "image/png", "dimensions": {"unit": "px", "value": "400x218"}}], "creators": ["tz1Y1dzUUtPQRTKaDf1a5o3qqJffYYcPYcTf"], "decimals": "0", "royalties": {"shares": {"tz1Y1dzUUtPQRTKaDf1a5o3qqJffYYcPYcTf": "1000"}, "decimals": "4"}, "attributes": [], "displayUri": "ipfs://bafybeieo2litrydemlmw4qzpa7is4sgtfx5vqpyamfjg6kfuqaj3z3eihu", "artifactUri": "ipfs://bafybeihupw7infc3hlnfu7uxdci6iqdxa5fzn7fdpd6tdxh5xfvahs2ilq", "description": "I am discovering how it feels to want myself\nthe way a mouth wants water,\nurgent, necessary, trembling.\nI press my palms to my own skin\nand feel the heat I've been searching for\nin all the wrong bodies.\n\nMy shadow pools beneath me like spilled wine,\ndark and intoxicating,\nand I lower myself into it,\ntasting the parts of me I was taught to swallow down.\nHere, in this golden light, I am both hunger and feast.\n\nThere is a comet burning through my ribs, and I let it.\nI let myself be consumed by my own fire,\nlet my hands map every scar, every softness,\nevery place I've hidden from the world.\nI am learning the cartography of my own longing.\n\nThe flowers around me bloom with their legs open to the sky,\nshameless, unguarded,\nand I bask in their honesty,\nof how to unfurl without apology,\nhow to be greedy for my own touch,\nhow to come home to myself\nand never leave again.\n\nI whisper my name like a prayer,\nlike an invitation,\nlike the first word of a love letter\nI'm finally ready to write.\n\nMy dark comet. My shadow. My most devoted lover.", "mintingTool": "https://objkt.com/mintV2", "thumbnailUri": "ipfs://bafkreiaxvfr7plmyms6yevlg663h3pyattz76cpspe5y7mmdmegjcdn4ra"}