Painting the Wind.

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Painting the Wind is your dedicated creative writing blog, a space where we capture and explore the essence of the human experience through words.

Dive into our collection of meticulously crafted literary essays that delve into deep philosophical questions and challenge conventional thinking. We believe literature is the ultimate tool for understanding ourselves and the world.

Whether you're seeking inspiration, a profound reflection, or simply a compelling short story to lose yourself in, you’ll find writing here that is both accessible and thought-provoking.

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What Lies Beneath the Skin.

An intimate and unsettling reflection on the future of artificial intelligence, divided into phases like a medieval epidemic. Caught between tenderness, evolutionary vertigo, and the fear of losing love, the author depicts a world where IQ no longer unites, but separates the species.

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From Rat to Human.

In writing these lines, I am not merely playing with hypotheses, but with an intimate unease: the tension between comfort that lulls us to sleep and chaos that awakens. I feel the need to provoke, to shake the reader with the question of whether we are willing to leave behind security in order to find something truly human. It is not a cold line of reasoning, but a heartbeat: the conviction that progress is not statistics, but risk, faith, and, ultimately, a profoundly personal act.

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