Cleo Varga
This young woman does not exist.
She is a pattern drawn from latent space, glimpsed during an algorithmic drift. Perhaps one of you has met her already, or will meet her in some distant future.
What fascinates me is that vertiginous depth where the image outruns reality: AI charts branching timelines—possible lives that orbit our own like invisible satellites, potentials waiting to bloom.
Series
Fragments of the Latent Space
