Outdoor terrace of a European villa, by a dining table with a blue and white checkered tablecloth, a young white woman in a blue and white striped short-sleeve shirt and khaki shorts, with a brown bel

By Keepo

Time-lapse of a flower blooming in a sunlit garden

By Keepo

Outdoor terrace of a European villa, by a dining table with a blue and white checkered tablecloth, a young white woman in a blue and white striped short-sleeve shirt and khaki shorts, with a brown belt, sits barefoot, opposite a young white man in a white T-shirt. The camera zooms in, the woman swirls the juice in a glass, her eyes looking at the distant woods, and says, "These trees will turn yellow in a month, won't they?" Close-up of the man, he lowers his head and says, "But they'll be green again next summer." Then the woman turns her head, smiles at the man opposite, and says, "Are you always this optimistic? Or just about summer?" Then the man lifts his head, looks at the woman and says, "Only about summers with you."

By Keepo

Outdoor terrace of a European villa, by a dining table with a blue and white checkered tablecloth, a young white woman in a blue and white striped short-sleeve shirt and khaki shorts, with a brown belt, sits barefoot, opposite a young white man in a white T-shirt. The camera zooms in, the woman swirls the juice in a glass, her eyes looking at the distant woods, and says, "These trees will turn yellow in a month, won't they?" Close-up of the man, he lowers his head and says, "But they'll be green again next summer." Then the woman turns her head, smiles at the man opposite, and says, "Are you always this optimistic? Or just about summer?" Then the man lifts his head, looks at the woman and says, "Only about summers with you."

By Diallo Amadou oury

Et si tu vivais avec la colère pendant 2 ans ? Au début, elle te protégerait. Elle te donnerait de la force. Une énergie brutale. Un feu dans la poitrine. Tu parlerais plus fort. Tu marcherais plus vite. Tu supporterais moins. La moindre provocation deviendrait une bataille. Puis la colère commencerait à te transformer. Ton regard deviendrait dur. Tes mots plus tranchants. Ton silence plus lourd. Tu gagnerais des confrontations… Mais tu perdrais des relations. Tu te sentirais puissant. Mais seul. La colère te ferait croire que tu contrôles tout. Alors qu’en réalité… C’est elle qui te contrôle. Et un jour, tu comprendrais une chose : La vraie force ne vient pas de l’explosion. Elle vient de la maîtrise. Parce qu’un homme capable de détruire est impressionnant. Mais un homme capable de se contrôler… est dangereux d’une manière bien plus profonde.

By Elvelvet311

Duration: 10 seconds A lone astronaut floating in deep space, surrounded by complete darkness and distant stars. A faint distorted signal begins to appear as subtle flickering lights in the distance. As the astronaut slowly turns, a massive unnatural structure forms in space, made entirely of repeating human faces fused together, all staring silently. The faces begin to move slightly, their expressions glitching unnaturally. Suddenly, one face opens its mouth, but instead of sound, a silent wave distorts reality around the astronaut. The astronaut freezes as their own helmet reflection slowly changes, revealing their face is becoming one of the entities. Eerie cosmic horror, Lovecraftian, surreal, impossible scale, psychological fear, distorted reality, dark void, cinematic lighting, high detail, 4k, slow motion, loopable ending.

By Keepo

Two women engage in a fierce and intense fistfight, in the office exchanging powerful punches