WEB3 PO3TRY-ART

Color grading is where the mood shifts from playful to slightly unhinged. I push the saturation until reds become alarms and blues hum like neon. Shadows tilt toward purple, highlights toward toxic green

The fruit melts, its bite mark widening into a grin that looks almost carnivorous. The arches stretch until they resemble ribs, a cage around the subject’s head. Satire lives in these small betrayals. Nothing is destroyed outright; everything is nudged just enough to reveal its teeth.

With a few clicks, they become spheres, then glossy orbs, then chrome. They reflect a world that doesn’t exist in the image: grids, horizons, a faint suggestion of an infinite showroom. In one eye, I paste a barcode, curved to match the surface, its black lines bending like a grin. In the other, a QR code, sharp and inscrutable, promising depth if only you scan it. The face is no longer a face. It’s an interface. it's STEEM POWER