This collection isn’t a celebration of AI “art” but its indictment. Each piece stands as a gravestone for creativity, a monument to laziness at scale, and a reminder of how quickly culture sells itself to the cheapest algorithm. What you see here isn’t vision, it’s recycling; not originality, but plagiarism dressed in neon. It is the funeral of imagination, a gallery of synthetic mediocrity preserved as proof that apathy can be dressed up and sold as art.