这是一部由AI生成的2D黑暗风格动画短片，采用倒叙手法，通过多个高密度意象镜头，解构一个“艺术家”用虚荣毁灭世界的过程。片中所有画面、旁白、分镜均由AI协作完成，本身就是对“何为艺术”的终极嘲讽——当创作者成为被创作的对象，当批判者沦为被批判的素材，这场数字实验便成了后现代艺术的完美隐喻。
Look, this is the garbage he dares to call art
看啊，这便是他献给世界的“诗篇”
A pathetic fool, chasing shiny rocks in the void,
一个灵魂，为追逐虚无的星辰，
Dumped love like yesterday’s trash,
抛下了爱的港湾，
And lit the world on fire for his ego.
却将大地推入永恒的黑暗。
How painfully cliché,
多么熟悉的旋律，
Yet he thinks it’s groundbreaking;
却奏响了无趣的音符；
How utterly boring,
多么陈旧的画卷，
Yet he calls it a masterpiece.
却试图描绘新的宇宙。
Is he talking to himself?
他在自语吗？
Or just stroking his own ego?
还是在向虚空倾诉？
His pretentious drivel,
这浮华的言辞，
Is like a fart in a hurricane—
像一场无意义的雨，
Loud, obnoxious, and completely insignificant.
落在干涸的土地上，
His characters?
却无法滋养任何生命。
Behind cheap, recycled doom.
他试图用毁灭的预言，
This isn’t a story—
掩盖创造力的贫瘠。
It’s a dumpster fire of wasted potential.
这所谓的“诗篇”，
A tree with leaves but no roots,
是对想象力的亵渎；
All fluff, no depth.
它像一颗枯萎的树，
He, and his so-called “art,”
枝叶繁茂，却无果实。
Are a slap in the face to anyone with taste.
他，还有他的作品，
Doesn’t he hear it?
都是对艺术的背叛；
The laughter of time:
他难道不曾听见，
“Your work is a joke, and not a funny one.”
时间在他耳边的低语？
This isn’t creation—
“你的创作，只是无意义的回声。”
Lost in his own delusions of grandeur,
在自我满足的泡沫里。
He leaves behind only a trail of cringe.
留下耻辱。