Last night, the old radio crackled to life. Between the static, a voice not from this world whispered a secret. It spoke of a place where the sky is open, and thoughts are as free as the birds that cross it.
RIRRAKAY
a realistic photograph, girl standing in a factory street alley in new york, sewing machines and the industrial era, synthwave art style, soviet samizdat, cold war era, drawn lines, ( asaf hanuka ), gta artstyle, hyper detailed, street wear, early 1978, Khrushchev, kennedy and the bay of pigs, samizdat passed through the streets, somewhere behind the wall.
Yäku ga Wäŋa
Dhuwalay NFTsyu ga gäma dhäwu ga manikay ga miny'tji. Maŋutji-dharrpulu nhuŋu yäku ŋurru-djirr'yunarawa.