We, the Pixelists, reject the smooth lie of realism. The world is not blended gradients and airbrushed illusions—it is jagged, blocky, square. Each pixel is a brick of truth, a shard of raw perception, a unit of divine geometry.
Where others see roughness, we see structure. Where others demand polish, we demand edges. Every misplaced square is intentional, every stair-stepped diagonal is a protest against the tyranny of curves.
Pixelism is clarity. Pixelism is resistance. Pixelism is the refusal to apologize for being digital.
We do not hide behind filters, nor smudge our souls with gradients. We lay it bare: bright, blocky, uncompromising. The pixel is our atom, our altar, our absolution.
Let the smooth drown in their blended seas. We will build our cathedral one pixel at a time.
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