AI Art: Gulliver: Ah, my friend… I never thought that my heart, once hardened by the world of men, could beat so tenderly for such a noble creature. Friend: You’re speaking of her again, Gulliver? The amber-eyed equinams? Gulliver: Yes, of her clear mind, her calm bearing… every step she takes is like a poem in motion. And yet… to her, I am nothing more than a Yahoo—a slightly less repulsive one. Friend: But the Houyhnhnms do not know love as we do. For them, mating is logic, necessity, not emotion… Gulliver: I know. And yet, in her gaze, when we speak of my readings, I feel a spark. Or perhaps it’s just my madness—my desperate wish to belong in a world that is not mine. She listens to me, yes… but she does not see me. Friend: And what would you do, if you could? Would you leave everything to stay by her side? Gulliver: I already have. I left my homeland, my people, my family… everything, to live here. But now I fear I’ve only changed cages: once a prisoner of human stupidity, now a slave to an impossible love. Friend: Gulliver… the human heart is made to seek, even where it knows it will not find. But sometimes, the mere act of seeking makes us more real. Even if it hurts. Gulliver: Perhaps you’re right. But tonight, like every night, I will dream of being a Houyhnhnm. Only then could I hope to touch her heart.

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Gulliver: Ah, my friend… I never thought that my heart, once hardened by the world of men, could beat so tenderly for such a noble creature. Friend: You’re speaking of her again, Gulliver? The amber-eyed equinams? Gulliver: Yes, of her clear mind, her calm bearing… every step she takes is like a poem in motion. And yet… to her, I am nothing more than a Yahoo—a slightly less repulsive one. Friend: But the Houyhnhnms do not know love as we do. For them, mating is logic, necessity, not emotion… Gulliver: I know. And yet, in her gaze, when we speak of my readings, I feel a spark. Or perhaps it’s just my madness—my desperate wish to belong in a world that is not mine. She listens to me, yes… but she does not see me. Friend: And what would you do, if you could? Would you leave everything to stay by her side? Gulliver: I already have. I left my homeland, my people, my family… everything, to live here. But now I fear I’ve only changed cages: once a prisoner of human stupidity, now a slave to an impossible love. Friend: Gulliver… the human heart is made to seek, even where it knows it will not find. But sometimes, the mere act of seeking makes us more real. Even if it hurts. Gulliver: Perhaps you’re right. But tonight, like every night, I will dream of being a Houyhnhnm. Only then could I hope to touch her heart.
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Gulliver: Ah, my friend… I never thought that my heart, once hardened by the world of men, could beat so tenderly for such a noble creature. Friend: You’re speaking of her again, Gulliver? The amber-eyed equinams? Gulliver: Yes, of her clear mind, her calm bearing… every step she takes is like a poem in motion. And yet… to her, I am nothing more than a Yahoo—a slightly less repulsive one. Friend: But the Houyhnhnms do not know love as we do. For them, mating is logic, necessity, not emotion… Gulliver: I know. And yet, in her gaze, when we speak of my readings, I feel a spark. Or perhaps it’s just my madness—my desperate wish to belong in a world that is not mine. She listens to me, yes… but she does not see me. Friend: And what would you do, if you could? Would you leave everything to stay by her side? Gulliver: I already have. I left my homeland, my people, my family… everything, to live here. But now I fear I’ve only changed cages: once a prisoner of human stupidity, now a slave to an impossible love. Friend: Gulliver… the human heart is made to seek, even where it knows it will not find. But sometimes, the mere act of seeking makes us more real. Even if it hurts. Gulliver: Perhaps you’re right. But tonight, like every night, I will dream of being a Houyhnhnm. Only then could I hope to touch her heart.

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