{"date": "2026-05-02T08:41:57.908574Z", "name": "Sacrifice For The Fruit Forbidden", "tags": ["mizuyokaii", "visualpoetry", "aiart"], "image": "ipfs://bafkreig42c5nwnvk2ftv3wjpcgxqmmjrwetefnwzviefb2c2xzfwwlxbk4", "minter": "KT1Aq4wWmVanpQhq4TTfjZXB5AjFpx15iQMM", "rights": "No License / All Rights Reserved", "symbol": "OBJKTCOM", "formats": [{"uri": "ipfs://bafkreig42c5nwnvk2ftv3wjpcgxqmmjrwetefnwzviefb2c2xzfwwlxbk4", "fileName": "display.jpg", "fileSize": "69558", "mimeType": "image/jpeg", "dimensions": {"unit": "px", "value": "753x1024"}}, {"uri": "ipfs://bafkreibwrxwmzrhtrnmpalyulauacy4hclbcpiljgswy3nueghshqyz5zy", "fileName": "thumbnail.jpg", "fileSize": "10424", "mimeType": "image/jpeg", "dimensions": {"unit": "px", "value": "294x400"}}, {"uri": "ipfs://bafybeicb7tpsul7xoazgtmz7npnv2aspvzorcq2m7i4dm7v4np36llfm5q", "fileName": "artifact.jpg", "fileSize": "36004218", "mimeType": "image/jpeg", "dimensions": {"unit": "px", "value": "5000x6800"}}], "creators": ["tz1Y1dzUUtPQRTKaDf1a5o3qqJffYYcPYcTf"], "decimals": "0", "royalties": {"shares": {"tz1Y1dzUUtPQRTKaDf1a5o3qqJffYYcPYcTf": "1000"}, "decimals": "4"}, "attributes": [], "displayUri": "ipfs://bafkreig42c5nwnvk2ftv3wjpcgxqmmjrwetefnwzviefb2c2xzfwwlxbk4", "artifactUri": "ipfs://bafybeicb7tpsul7xoazgtmz7npnv2aspvzorcq2m7i4dm7v4np36llfm5q", "description": "I built the altar not yet knowing what I would place on it.\nI told myself it was only a thought.\nA small thing I would outgrow.\nBut I knew the moment I laid my innocence there\nthat I would not take it back.\n\nThere are doors that only open from the other side.\n\nAm I the key?\n\nWhat I want has never been given.\nOnly taken.\nWhat I want is not meant for me.\nThat is why I must have it.\nLet them take what they will.\nI have already begun to change.\nI will pay in the currency they cannot refuse.\nLet the old self be the offering.\nLet the wanting be the blade.\nI do not flinch.\nI chose this before I knew what it would cost.\n\nI have prepared my offering.\nBlood and bone of the innocence\nthat kept me from wanting at all.\nI lay it down.\nNot afraid of what I lose.\nAfraid of how little I hesitate.\nI will wear the consequence like skin.\nI will not flinch when the mirror shows me what remains.\n\nI chose the hunger.\nI chose the price.\nI chose to be the one that gets what it came for.\nBut some nights,\nin the quiet,\nI reach for the hand of who I was.\nAnd find only the weight of absence of what I gave.\n\nI thought that I would stop \nbefore I became unrecognizable.\n\nAll that’s left is the pain always asking if it was worth it\nand I answer with my silence.\nI am still tending to the wound.\n\nI am what remains.\nThe hunger and the hollow.\nThe one who got through\nand the one who cannot go back.\n\nBut this is the cost I agreed to.\nNot just what I gave.\nWhat I became in the giving.\n\nMizuyōkaii, 2026\n\nDimensions: 5000 x 6800", "mintingTool": "https://objkt.com/mintV2", "thumbnailUri": "ipfs://bafkreibwrxwmzrhtrnmpalyulauacy4hclbcpiljgswy3nueghshqyz5zy"}