ALCHEMIST OF THE UNBOUND. JACK DIX DOESN’T LIVE IN A PLACE YOU’D FIND ON A MAP; HIS TRUE ADDRESS IS HAVOC’S END, A SHIFTING REALM WHERE CHAOS REIGNS SUPREME. ART? FOR HIM, IT’S AN UPRISING, A MIRACULOUS DEMOLITION OF ORDER ITSELF. POLAROID? JUST DEBRIS HE HACKS, SCRATCHES, AND RESURRECTS THROUGH DIGITAL SORCERY – REBORN IN DISTORTION, DRIPPING WITH REBELLION. AI? NOT A TOOL BUT A WEAPON, TWISTING REALITY UNTIL IT SCREAMS. DIX DOESN’T CREATE; HE IGNITES, LAYERS, MUTATES. HIS WORKS AREN’T MEANT TO BE “SEEN” BUT ABSORBED LIKE A SHOCKWAVE. THE ART MARKET? HE SHREDS ITS RULES, LEAVING SCORCHED TRAILS. FORGET “PRETTY” OR “UGLY” – HE THRIVES IN THE RAW, THE VIOLENT. “REALITY BORES ME,” HE SHRUGS. HIS FOLLOWERS? THEY HUNGER FOR CHAOS, AND HE IS THEIR PROPHET OF MADNESS. CRITICS? EITHER AWESTRUCK OR UTTERLY BAFFLED.

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