{"name":"Work In Progress","created_by":"aleqth","description":"Going along on this journey, the surrounding light paints the grass yellow, then green, then black. Sometimes I can't see where I'm going. There are branches kissing my arms and feet. It's sweet but stings, like the bee that stung the honey cat on the tongue of a butterfly. My blood is dark red, and paints these blank roses.\n\nI've been here before. It's like a dream on loop. And then I look into the sky, and you're above me, with your mighty wings as big as tree branches. If I could climb the air I would swim. Higher and higher. I draw nearer and you draw further. I drew this. I'm drowning.\n\nOh, I can breathe.","attributes":[{"trait_type":"Artist","value":"aleqth"},{"trait_type":"year ","value":"2023"},{"trait_type":"Drop","value":"AOTM: Ephemeral Visions"}],"image_details":{"bytes":12926249,"format":"PNG","sha256":"225d44d7b2ec191c161f657cb3af43f25c82094ccf1cbeda7d3763e43ee3fad8","width":2400,"height":3000},"image":"https://arweave.net/rbTTXE9O0sFkus1xCxKyZnQZq0Rq6gt0wsZ6XmgfnWs","image_url":"https://arweave.net/rbTTXE9O0sFkus1xCxKyZnQZq0Rq6gt0wsZ6XmgfnWs"}