{"date": "2026-04-04T11:55:53.483288Z", "name": "Coercive Mercy", "tags": ["mizuyokaii", "visualpoetry", "aiart"], "image": "ipfs://bafybeicfjtmlt5rg5rbebmidojx3zy77nt6kvpou6r5tp52smxezy5fj4a", "minter": "KT1Aq4wWmVanpQhq4TTfjZXB5AjFpx15iQMM", "rights": "No License / All Rights Reserved", "symbol": "OBJKTCOM", "formats": [{"uri": "ipfs://bafybeicfjtmlt5rg5rbebmidojx3zy77nt6kvpou6r5tp52smxezy5fj4a", "fileName": "display.png", "fileSize": "1270219", "mimeType": "image/png", "dimensions": {"unit": "px", "value": "717x1024"}}, {"uri": "ipfs://bafkreibw5xb2wksdg7kats62afua5atun3e4lrgidakmbp26ylmwi4k3eu", "fileName": "thumbnail.png", "fileSize": "218190", "mimeType": "image/png", "dimensions": {"unit": "px", "value": "280x400"}}, {"uri": "ipfs://bafybeic7hlnqvxjeximh6rsqbe5bapxoa2m4hn57zhv2amxhxijk2r45xq", "fileName": "artifact.png", "fileSize": "60366595", "mimeType": "image/png", "dimensions": {"unit": "px", "value": "5376x7680"}}], "creators": ["tz1Y1dzUUtPQRTKaDf1a5o3qqJffYYcPYcTf"], "decimals": "0", "royalties": {"shares": {"tz1Y1dzUUtPQRTKaDf1a5o3qqJffYYcPYcTf": "1000"}, "decimals": "4"}, "attributes": [], "displayUri": "ipfs://bafybeicfjtmlt5rg5rbebmidojx3zy77nt6kvpou6r5tp52smxezy5fj4a", "artifactUri": "ipfs://bafybeic7hlnqvxjeximh6rsqbe5bapxoa2m4hn57zhv2amxhxijk2r45xq", "description": "Something has already been decided, \nthough it hasn’t been named.\nA presence settles in without force.\nNothing is taken. \nNothing is openly given. \nAnd still, something shifts.\nBarely any resistance.\nSoft whispers.\nFrom a distance, \nit could be mistaken for mercy.\nWhat is said is not heard in words.\nA suggestion, a promise \nthat doesn’t declare itself as one,\nrearranging what feels unbearable\ninto something that can be endured.\n\nCloser.\nCloser than comfort should require.\nThere is a tenderness to it, undeniably.\nA steadiness.\nThere is a slight shift where uncertainty leans\njust enough toward acceptance to be dangerous.\nNothing here is forceful.\nThat is what makes it difficult to refuse.\nNo sharp edges,\nno raised voice,\nno clear boundary to push against.\nOnly closeness.\nOnly the slow narrowing of all other options\nuntil this feels like all that’s left.\nLike a ritual performed not because it is believed in,\nbut because it has always been done this way.\nAnd somewhere in that stillness,\nthe difference between being held\nand being taken becomes indistinguishable.\n\nMizuyōkaii, 2026\n\nDimensions: 5376x7680", "mintingTool": "https://objkt.com/mintV2", "thumbnailUri": "ipfs://bafkreibw5xb2wksdg7kats62afua5atun3e4lrgidakmbp26ylmwi4k3eu"}