The Watcher: cataclysm

"
I

My mind is awhirl with images and sounds,
A cacophony of colors and shapes.
They come at me from all sides, pounding,
Drowning out all other thoughts and feelings.
I am assaulted by my own creativity,
And it is driving me mad.

II

I try to focus, to rein in my thoughts,
But they are like wild horses,
Bucking and rearing, beyond my control.
They carry me away on a tide of inspiration
That threatens to overwhelm and drown me.

III

I am lost in a labyrinth of my own making,
And I can find no way out.
The walls close in on me,
bearing down with the weight of my own ideas.

IV

I am crushed by the weight of my own genius,
And I can take it no more.
I can feel myself cracking, splintering,
Falling apart under the strain.

V

I am going mad from the outpouring of my own creativity,
And I can only pray that I will find my way back"

Methods:

Stable Diffusion (AI Generated)
ScuNET GAN
SwinIR 4x
Photoshop