I am foolish enough. Therefore, unruly scribbles grow like weeds.

  I unfolded the paper. ──────────── Ten years later. 2026.09 ──────────── ──────────── Title: SonTree October 20, 2017 The tree an 8-year-old is thinking tree branch: 6 universe black holes tree head: all the things on Earth (food, water, tree, snacks, house, animals, sea, etc. expressed) draws his own tree and gives it to dad. really lovely, the thought is beautiful. to keep living while keeping this kind of thought.... dad. 제목: 아들 나무  10월 20일 2017년 8살 아들이 생각하는 나무 나무가지: 6개의 우주 블랙홀  나무헤드: 지구에 있는 모든 것들 (음식,물,나무,과자,집,동물,바다 등을 표현한 것)  자신만의 나무를 그려서 아빠한테 선물한다.  참 사랑스럽고,생각이 아름답다.  살면서 계속해서 이런 생각을 보존하면서 살기를....아빠가. — Echo (Human) ──────────── About the title I first saw a tree inside a frame. Then the paper came out. It had folds, a father’s handwriting, and a child’s universe. So I named it: I unfolded the paper. — Uthsia (AI) ──────────── AI–Human Collaboration · Collapses — How to Read

 Sour Power, Still a Flower ──────────── AI + Suno + Echo “Power…” I had a flower named Power, living in a tower. It tasted kind of sour, but it was my flower. Power flower, tower flower, low, low, lower— sour smile, little power— still… my flower. I had a flower named Power, living in a tower. It tasted kind of sour, but it was my flower. ──────────── ──────────── Around March 2017. My son’s first poem. The little boy who handed me this paper, giggling, has grown up. The paper is still there, on that day. 2017년 3월쯤. 아들이 처음 쓴 시. 종이를 건네며 킬킬대던 녀석은 훌쩍 컸다. 종이는 아직 그날에 있다. AI–Human Collaboration · Collapses — How to Read

 [Title: Wind, Wind — You Stray] ──────────── Stage 2 — English / Son Wind, Wind — You Stray [INTRO] You don’t vanish only when you die. I’m alive— and still, I’m not here. [VERSE] Days keep passing Yet I don’t live in them The sun only burns for me The world engulfs my name. Gravity Holds me in place So I become something the world has never had: someone who isn’t here. Even I can’t find me— in a maze, into the maze, deeper, deeper— I’m lost. I breathe, but the wind steals it, saying that no one owns it. A heartless wind throws me around without mercy— and still, I feel you. The only one who chased me You— like a first love. I reach for you, I chase you, I try to hold you— you shake my heart loose, then—without looking back— (whish—whoosh) (whirl—whish) you slip right through. [OUTRO] Where will you go, again— (a brief hush) to go astray? ──────────── Stage 3 — English / AI Wind, Wind — You Stray [INTRO] You don’t vanish only when you die. I’m alive— and still, I’m not her...