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abuhzhado.objkt.social@abuhzhado.objkt.social · 6h ago

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[ III ] - FERRYMAN

The knight doesn't remember boarding. One moment he was walking through the trees, the next he was sitting in a narrow boat gliding through a swamp that glows green under a sky that couldn't decide between day and night. The water is calm. The air is thick. The forest watches from both banks. At the front of the boat stands the ferryman, tall and silent, guiding the vessel forward with a long oar. He hasn't said a word. He hasn't asked for a name. He hasn't asked where the knight is going, which is the strange part, because he seems to already know. The knight looks at the water. In the reflection, he isn't alone. Pale shapes drift around the boat, faces with no eyes and no hurry, quietly keeping pace. And at the front, where a hooded figure should stand, the water shows a skull. Patient. Polite. Perfectly used to this. Some say the dawn is when the veil grows thin, and that people who walk through it never quite come back the same. Others say the ferryman only works the night shift, and that this is a very busy night. The knight, wisely, has decided not to ask about the toll. Exact change only. Nobody remembers the price.

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abuhzhado.objkt.social@abuhzhado.objkt.social · 2d ago

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[ II ] - PATROL

Nothing gets in or out without being seen. At least that should be the case. For decades, the skies above the planet belonged to smugglers and pirates. Cargo went missing, manifests were forged, and entire shipments crossed the border between world and void without a single question asked. Everyone knew. Nobody could prove it. So the watch was built. Today, every ship that leaves or arrives is logged, scanned and questioned. Patrol crafts sweep the orbit in endless loops, day and night, while the operators in the control room follow every route on their panels. Every course is checked. Every cargo is counted. Every excuse is heard, and then written down. Somewhere out there is someone trying to slip through and the patrol will be waiting. It always is.

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abuhzhado.objkt.social@abuhzhado.objkt.social · 3d ago

I have just collected "“I Beg to Differ,” Said the Shape to the Shapes" by Lord iiiip on @objkt.com https://objkt.com/tokens/KT1Q1ZtDEW87VfZMs3QFnYX5Lbh8wN2B5ypV/536?ref=tz1Nt8EDHg2wTRjCztw5PsCQeWYPqKwB92hM

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AI artist and physicist. Exhibited in Beeple, NFTNYC 2024 and 2025, NFC Lisbon, BananaConf Tallinn, winner artcrush Australia, AR in Inglostadt. I'm one of the real ones. My old account Lord_iiiip, which I created many NFTs under, got scammed

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abuhzhado.objkt.social@abuhzhado.objkt.social · 5d ago

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[ I ] - SCAVENGER

Every day, the moon sheds a little of itself. Thousands of fragments break loose and fall toward the planet, painting the sky with streaks of light. It looks like a meteor shower. Down here, it's called payday. These fragments are crystals unlike anything else. Collectors want them. Prospectors chase them. Artisans swear by them. They are the finest material for weapons, tools and entire structures, and no one has found a better one. But there's a catch. In their natural form, the crystals barely survive the planet's air. Within moments they begin to crumble into dust. Collected and refined in time, they become something strong and lasting. Miss the window, and they are gone. No known method can ever turn that dust back into crystal. That is what makes them precious. Not their strength, but the fact that there is only so much of it, and every piece is racing against the clock. So he climbs the dunes while the sky is still falling, quiver packed with the day's finds, and holds this one gently. A good scavenger never watch a crystal turn to dust.

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abuhzhado.objkt.social@abuhzhado.objkt.social · 5d ago

I have just collected "None Of Them Touch" by @nanashi.objkt.social on @objkt.com https://objkt.com/tokens/KT1VRjWFicuLTkrnz6Hjrg1k84FpF5wYCXrC/31?ref=tz1Nt8EDHg2wTRjCztw5PsCQeWYPqKwB92hM

None Of Them Touch

Eleven figures stand in a field of red, each trailing a long shadow, none close enough to touch. The original oil painting is pushed into a corrupted print: high-contrast halftone, flickering analog grain, glitch lines tearing across the signal, and faces crossed out by hand in rough colored marks. Oil on canvas, reworked digitally into a looping GIF. 1024 × 1024 · 6-frame loop

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abuhzhado.objkt.social@abuhzhado.objkt.social · 5d ago

I have just collected "The Fall of the Queen II" by @nahid70.objkt.social on @objkt.com https://objkt.com/tokens/KT1NbKjV8ZVcBxUp4Xiv4ouADNdijpWLQBQf/7?ref=tz1Nt8EDHg2wTRjCztw5PsCQeWYPqKwB92hM

The Fall of the Queen II

An intricate ink artwork depicting the fragile boundary between power and powerlessness. As the sovereign of the air falls, the relentless machinery of the earth takes over—a raw reflection on impermanence and nature’s quiet triumph.

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abuhzhado.objkt.social@abuhzhado.objkt.social · last wk.

I have just collected "The Pool After Silence" by @athena.objkt.social on @objkt.com https://objkt.com/tokens/KT1RJ6PbjHpwc3M5rw5s2Nbmefwbuwbdxton/883027?ref=tz1Nt8EDHg2wTRjCztw5PsCQeWYPqKwB92hM

The Pool After Silence

" One Hour Ago " is an ongoing series exploring the quiet moments left behind after human presence disappears. Each piece captures a place that was alive just moments before , spaces filled with memories, shadows, and subtle traces of activity. These scenes are not abandoned; they are simply paused between moments. Through minimal architecture, soft light, and empty spaces, the series reflects on silence, absence, and the invisible presence of those who were there before. Artwork Name: After the Last Splash A swimming pool moments after everyone has left. The water is still, the shadows remain, and the last traces of movement slowly disappear.

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abuhzhado.objkt.social@abuhzhado.objkt.social · last wk.

I have just collected "After The Last Game" by @athena.objkt.social on @objkt.com https://objkt.com/tokens/KT1K8ttArcScQdmJ9xpQ2pRJPrA1ndwy5EAG/0?ref=tz1Nt8EDHg2wTRjCztw5PsCQeWYPqKwB92hM

After The Last Game

"After the Last Game" captures a basketball court moments after human presence fades away. A place once filled with movement, voices, and competition now rests in silence. The scattered balls, the empty bench, and the shadows slowly stretching across the court are subtle reminders of what once took place. Perhaps places never truly become empty. They simply hold the memories of those who were there, long after the moment has passed. Part of the "One Hour Ago" series. Digital Hand Painted

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abuhzhado.objkt.social@abuhzhado.objkt.social · last wk.

I have just collected "Hope" by @moeinkhattesiah.bsky.social on @objkt.com https://objkt.com/tokens/KT1SHMUkoAeaPSCyfFNvJmvZ351szLeFU9cY/1?ref=tz1Nt8EDHg2wTRjCztw5PsCQeWYPqKwB92hM

Hope

A wounded soul, like a butterfly rising from the ashes, seeks the true light. A soul scarred by time, yet holding onto hope. Like a moth drawn to a flame in the night, it seeks beauty in the darkness. With each step, it draws closer to freedom and finds meaning in life 4253 x 4837 px

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abuhzhado.objkt.social@abuhzhado.objkt.social · last wk.

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[ III ] - GROVE

For centuries, this grove was home to the druids. The trees, the roots, the mushrooms and the soil learned to live together, and together they kept the order. Then the druids disappeared. The magic didn't. Ever since, the grove has been searching for new guardians. And it waited. And waited. And waited. Until the grove grew impatient and decided that waiting is overrated. You may walk in as a stranger. You will leave as something else. The grove asks nicely. Once.

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