さと
@satosato76.bsky.social
A researcher, or something close to one.
main @sato0404.bsky.social
Some truths slip past data—quiet, human things.
I leave fragments here, not to persuade or reply,
but to observe, and to remember.
If a line lingers with you, keep it.
#AIart #NIKKE
main @sato0404.bsky.social
Some truths slip past data—quiet, human things.
I leave fragments here, not to persuade or reply,
but to observe, and to remember.
If a line lingers with you, keep it.
#AIart #NIKKE
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@satosato76.bsky.social
· Nov 14
To all who live beneath the blue sky—
Nice to meet you. I’m Sato.
I do something close to research,
and I enjoy games, especially NIKKE.
Lately I’ve been interested in AI art
and post it on another account.
Here, I quietly leave thoughts and small explanations.
Nice to meet you. I’m Sato.
I do something close to research,
and I enjoy games, especially NIKKE.
Lately I’ve been interested in AI art
and post it on another account.
Here, I quietly leave thoughts and small explanations.
The place they found was Surry Hills, close to central Sydney.
A creative neighborhood where historic terrace houses meet modern culture.
Centered around Crown Street, it’s known for great food, coffee, and art.
A refined area where greenery and urban life coexist. Why not visit someday?
A creative neighborhood where historic terrace houses meet modern culture.
Centered around Crown Street, it’s known for great food, coffee, and art.
A refined area where greenery and urban life coexist. Why not visit someday?
January 28, 2026 at 2:09 PM
The place they found was Surry Hills, close to central Sydney.
A creative neighborhood where historic terrace houses meet modern culture.
Centered around Crown Street, it’s known for great food, coffee, and art.
A refined area where greenery and urban life coexist. Why not visit someday?
A creative neighborhood where historic terrace houses meet modern culture.
Centered around Crown Street, it’s known for great food, coffee, and art.
A refined area where greenery and urban life coexist. Why not visit someday?
It’s not that X is broken.
And it’s not that rules became cruel.
Freedom was offered with trust,
and some chose to use it without care.
When freedom is abused,
it slowly turns into restraint.
Not because systems fail—
but because responsibility was forgotten.
#AIart
And it’s not that rules became cruel.
Freedom was offered with trust,
and some chose to use it without care.
When freedom is abused,
it slowly turns into restraint.
Not because systems fail—
but because responsibility was forgotten.
#AIart
January 28, 2026 at 9:04 AM
It’s not that X is broken.
And it’s not that rules became cruel.
Freedom was offered with trust,
and some chose to use it without care.
When freedom is abused,
it slowly turns into restraint.
Not because systems fail—
but because responsibility was forgotten.
#AIart
And it’s not that rules became cruel.
Freedom was offered with trust,
and some chose to use it without care.
When freedom is abused,
it slowly turns into restraint.
Not because systems fail—
but because responsibility was forgotten.
#AIart
The luxury cruise reached Sydney. Reunited with Amélie, a new chapter begins. I never expected the journey to last this long, but if it conveyed the quiet luxury of traveling without rushing, I’m glad. In a life ruled by deadlines, choosing not to be chased by time feels like the greatest luxury.
January 26, 2026 at 10:47 PM
The luxury cruise reached Sydney. Reunited with Amélie, a new chapter begins. I never expected the journey to last this long, but if it conveyed the quiet luxury of traveling without rushing, I’m glad. In a life ruled by deadlines, choosing not to be chased by time feels like the greatest luxury.
Lately I’ve noticed a pattern on social media: “I’m right, absolutely—and I won’t accept any other view.”Because it’s stated so clearly, some people agree without looking at the assumptions underneath.But reality isn’t that simple. I think we should be more careful, more thoughtful, before we speak.
January 26, 2026 at 1:22 PM
Lately I’ve noticed a pattern on social media: “I’m right, absolutely—and I won’t accept any other view.”Because it’s stated so clearly, some people agree without looking at the assumptions underneath.But reality isn’t that simple. I think we should be more careful, more thoughtful, before we speak.
On my main account, I like works with intention.
Even nudity can be beautiful when it carries will.
For me, the line between beauty and vulgarity is not skin, but intent.
Truly beautiful works should be shown without apology.
Beauty stands on its own—without permission.
#AIart
Even nudity can be beautiful when it carries will.
For me, the line between beauty and vulgarity is not skin, but intent.
Truly beautiful works should be shown without apology.
Beauty stands on its own—without permission.
#AIart
January 18, 2026 at 1:44 PM
On my main account, I like works with intention.
Even nudity can be beautiful when it carries will.
For me, the line between beauty and vulgarity is not skin, but intent.
Truly beautiful works should be shown without apology.
Beauty stands on its own—without permission.
#AIart
Even nudity can be beautiful when it carries will.
For me, the line between beauty and vulgarity is not skin, but intent.
Truly beautiful works should be shown without apology.
Beauty stands on its own—without permission.
#AIart
Over twenty years ago, on a flight from Paris after returning from Belgium, a French man sat beside me. He spoke fluent English, shared his love for Japan, and his plans to visit Tokyo, Kyoto, and Osaka. Looking at Amélie now, I remember him, wonder how he is, and quietly wish to return to France.
January 12, 2026 at 1:17 PM
Over twenty years ago, on a flight from Paris after returning from Belgium, a French man sat beside me. He spoke fluent English, shared his love for Japan, and his plans to visit Tokyo, Kyoto, and Osaka. Looking at Amélie now, I remember him, wonder how he is, and quietly wish to return to France.
I think when we give something to others,
it’s best to do it only when our own heart has some room.
Just sharing a little is enough.
Otherwise, we end up exhausting ourselves.
#AIart
it’s best to do it only when our own heart has some room.
Just sharing a little is enough.
Otherwise, we end up exhausting ourselves.
#AIart
January 5, 2026 at 11:02 PM
I think when we give something to others,
it’s best to do it only when our own heart has some room.
Just sharing a little is enough.
Otherwise, we end up exhausting ourselves.
#AIart
it’s best to do it only when our own heart has some room.
Just sharing a little is enough.
Otherwise, we end up exhausting ourselves.
#AIart
3/3
When no one is watching, some believe anything is allowed.
Japanese people endure quietly, every day.
But when patience breaks, the result can be frightening.
They rarely complain—so when they do, many may feel the same.
That silence deserves attention.
When no one is watching, some believe anything is allowed.
Japanese people endure quietly, every day.
But when patience breaks, the result can be frightening.
They rarely complain—so when they do, many may feel the same.
That silence deserves attention.
January 3, 2026 at 3:50 AM
3/3
When no one is watching, some believe anything is allowed.
Japanese people endure quietly, every day.
But when patience breaks, the result can be frightening.
They rarely complain—so when they do, many may feel the same.
That silence deserves attention.
When no one is watching, some believe anything is allowed.
Japanese people endure quietly, every day.
But when patience breaks, the result can be frightening.
They rarely complain—so when they do, many may feel the same.
That silence deserves attention.
2/3
One of Japan’s deeper problems lies in the culture of “the nail that sticks out gets hammered down.”
Rules are vague, and behavior is controlled not by law, but by watching eyes.
People refrain not because it’s wrong, but because they’re seen.
Even hospitality grows from this pressure.
One of Japan’s deeper problems lies in the culture of “the nail that sticks out gets hammered down.”
Rules are vague, and behavior is controlled not by law, but by watching eyes.
People refrain not because it’s wrong, but because they’re seen.
Even hospitality grows from this pressure.
January 3, 2026 at 3:48 AM
2/3
One of Japan’s deeper problems lies in the culture of “the nail that sticks out gets hammered down.”
Rules are vague, and behavior is controlled not by law, but by watching eyes.
People refrain not because it’s wrong, but because they’re seen.
Even hospitality grows from this pressure.
One of Japan’s deeper problems lies in the culture of “the nail that sticks out gets hammered down.”
Rules are vague, and behavior is controlled not by law, but by watching eyes.
People refrain not because it’s wrong, but because they’re seen.
Even hospitality grows from this pressure.
1/3
I recently saw a post about a Japanese tourist cutting in line in Taiwan, simply because “it’s Taiwan.”
Ethically, it’s wrong.
Yet I can’t say it’s unimaginable.
When rules feel loose and responsibility feels unseen, behavior changes.
This incident isn’t unique—it hints at something deeper.
I recently saw a post about a Japanese tourist cutting in line in Taiwan, simply because “it’s Taiwan.”
Ethically, it’s wrong.
Yet I can’t say it’s unimaginable.
When rules feel loose and responsibility feels unseen, behavior changes.
This incident isn’t unique—it hints at something deeper.
January 3, 2026 at 3:47 AM
1/3
I recently saw a post about a Japanese tourist cutting in line in Taiwan, simply because “it’s Taiwan.”
Ethically, it’s wrong.
Yet I can’t say it’s unimaginable.
When rules feel loose and responsibility feels unseen, behavior changes.
This incident isn’t unique—it hints at something deeper.
I recently saw a post about a Japanese tourist cutting in line in Taiwan, simply because “it’s Taiwan.”
Ethically, it’s wrong.
Yet I can’t say it’s unimaginable.
When rules feel loose and responsibility feels unseen, behavior changes.
This incident isn’t unique—it hints at something deeper.
A direct translation speaks of mist ahead and young greens underfoot,resetting the heart at spring’s start.Yet Reika read it differently:even when the horizon blurs,one can walk forward aligned within.Japanese allows many readings,often placing meaning in what is left unsaid.That quiet space is waka
Waka is a form of Japanese poetry written for over a thousand years. Within the strict rhythm of 5–7–5–7–7,it carries not only meaning, but also silence and ambiguity.Once a refined art among the nobility,it was sometimes used as a love letter. The poem Reika wrote this time follows that tradition.
霞立つ
若菜を踏みて
初春の
松の緑に
心あらたむ
The horizon blurs, the ground shifts still,
I move with care, not force of will.
While paths may bend and seasons spin,
I walk aligned with what’s within.
-Reika
#AIart
若菜を踏みて
初春の
松の緑に
心あらたむ
The horizon blurs, the ground shifts still,
I move with care, not force of will.
While paths may bend and seasons spin,
I walk aligned with what’s within.
-Reika
#AIart
January 1, 2026 at 11:32 AM
A direct translation speaks of mist ahead and young greens underfoot,resetting the heart at spring’s start.Yet Reika read it differently:even when the horizon blurs,one can walk forward aligned within.Japanese allows many readings,often placing meaning in what is left unsaid.That quiet space is waka
Waka is a form of Japanese poetry written for over a thousand years. Within the strict rhythm of 5–7–5–7–7,it carries not only meaning, but also silence and ambiguity.Once a refined art among the nobility,it was sometimes used as a love letter. The poem Reika wrote this time follows that tradition.
霞立つ
若菜を踏みて
初春の
松の緑に
心あらたむ
The horizon blurs, the ground shifts still,
I move with care, not force of will.
While paths may bend and seasons spin,
I walk aligned with what’s within.
-Reika
#AIart
若菜を踏みて
初春の
松の緑に
心あらたむ
The horizon blurs, the ground shifts still,
I move with care, not force of will.
While paths may bend and seasons spin,
I walk aligned with what’s within.
-Reika
#AIart
January 1, 2026 at 11:21 AM
Waka is a form of Japanese poetry written for over a thousand years. Within the strict rhythm of 5–7–5–7–7,it carries not only meaning, but also silence and ambiguity.Once a refined art among the nobility,it was sometimes used as a love letter. The poem Reika wrote this time follows that tradition.
On my main account I describe it as NIKKE fan art, though it is becoming a Reika art collection. Since the cover features NIKKE works, I follow the copyright rules. This time I chose Sakura, the boss of Seimeikai, a character that feels deeply Japanese. I may share more NIKKE art here.
#AIart #NIKKE
#AIart #NIKKE
December 30, 2025 at 8:50 PM
２ When Amélie finally listened to Alcohol, everything aligned.
Ah—this is me now.
Only then did she grasp why Reika chose that name long ago.
Not to guide, not to console—
but to leave space for realization.
Reika doesn’t lead people to answers.
She trusts them to arrive.
#AIart
Ah—this is me now.
Only then did she grasp why Reika chose that name long ago.
Not to guide, not to console—
but to leave space for realization.
Reika doesn’t lead people to answers.
She trusts them to arrive.
#AIart
December 27, 2025 at 3:20 AM
２ When Amélie finally listened to Alcohol, everything aligned.
Ah—this is me now.
Only then did she grasp why Reika chose that name long ago.
Not to guide, not to console—
but to leave space for realization.
Reika doesn’t lead people to answers.
She trusts them to arrive.
#AIart
Ah—this is me now.
Only then did she grasp why Reika chose that name long ago.
Not to guide, not to console—
but to leave space for realization.
Reika doesn’t lead people to answers.
She trusts them to arrive.
#AIart
1 I once posted this illustration on my main account. The cat is named Alcohol, from the world of Japanese singer Kahimi Karie. It was a gift Reika received as a student. “You’ll understand someday,” she was told. Amélie cherished the cat, until she later heard Reika humming the song and understood.
December 27, 2025 at 3:16 AM
1 I once posted this illustration on my main account. The cat is named Alcohol, from the world of Japanese singer Kahimi Karie. It was a gift Reika received as a student. “You’ll understand someday,” she was told. Amélie cherished the cat, until she later heard Reika humming the song and understood.
I change.
So the character should too.
That subtle shift—growth or decay—
is what makes an illustration feel alive.
I don’t want to freeze her.
I want her to live,
here and now.
2/2
#AIart
So the character should too.
That subtle shift—growth or decay—
is what makes an illustration feel alive.
I don’t want to freeze her.
I want her to live,
here and now.
2/2
#AIart
December 26, 2025 at 12:19 PM
I change.
So the character should too.
That subtle shift—growth or decay—
is what makes an illustration feel alive.
I don’t want to freeze her.
I want her to live,
here and now.
2/2
#AIart
So the character should too.
That subtle shift—growth or decay—
is what makes an illustration feel alive.
I don’t want to freeze her.
I want her to live,
here and now.
2/2
#AIart
I do the opposite.
When I draw Reika, I use only full prompts—
positive and negative, nothing fixed.
It’s unstable, and that’s exactly why I choose it.
AI evolves.
So do people.
As the old saying goes,
no river is ever the same.
1/2
#AIart
When I draw Reika, I use only full prompts—
positive and negative, nothing fixed.
It’s unstable, and that’s exactly why I choose it.
AI evolves.
So do people.
As the old saying goes,
no river is ever the same.
1/2
#AIart
December 26, 2025 at 12:18 PM
I do the opposite.
When I draw Reika, I use only full prompts—
positive and negative, nothing fixed.
It’s unstable, and that’s exactly why I choose it.
AI evolves.
So do people.
As the old saying goes,
no river is ever the same.
1/2
#AIart
When I draw Reika, I use only full prompts—
positive and negative, nothing fixed.
It’s unstable, and that’s exactly why I choose it.
AI evolves.
So do people.
As the old saying goes,
no river is ever the same.
1/2
#AIart
Yet in a place as open as social media,
can meaning ever be fully controlled?
If artists must add warnings to defend intent,
defense becomes part of the labor.
Humans were once animals.
That truth complicates everything.
…It isn’t a simple problem.
4/4
can meaning ever be fully controlled?
If artists must add warnings to defend intent,
defense becomes part of the labor.
Humans were once animals.
That truth complicates everything.
…It isn’t a simple problem.
4/4
December 18, 2025 at 3:22 PM
Yet in a place as open as social media,
can meaning ever be fully controlled?
If artists must add warnings to defend intent,
defense becomes part of the labor.
Humans were once animals.
That truth complicates everything.
…It isn’t a simple problem.
4/4
can meaning ever be fully controlled?
If artists must add warnings to defend intent,
defense becomes part of the labor.
Humans were once animals.
That truth complicates everything.
…It isn’t a simple problem.
4/4
I once saw a performance at an art school festival—
naked figures wearing kettles on their heads.
It was shocking, yes,
but it stirred thought, not desire.
Revisiting the work in question,
it didn’t feel animal to me.
I can understand the creator’s anger.
3/4
naked figures wearing kettles on their heads.
It was shocking, yes,
but it stirred thought, not desire.
Revisiting the work in question,
it didn’t feel animal to me.
I can understand the creator’s anger.
3/4
December 18, 2025 at 3:21 PM
I once saw a performance at an art school festival—
naked figures wearing kettles on their heads.
It was shocking, yes,
but it stirred thought, not desire.
Revisiting the work in question,
it didn’t feel animal to me.
I can understand the creator’s anger.
3/4
naked figures wearing kettles on their heads.
It was shocking, yes,
but it stirred thought, not desire.
Revisiting the work in question,
it didn’t feel animal to me.
I can understand the creator’s anger.
3/4
If an image points directly to reproduction,
perhaps an animal reading is inevitable.
Our bodies react before our thoughts do.
But when nudity is chosen with intention—
as language, not bait—
is it not still art?
Context, not skin, shapes meaning.
2/4
perhaps an animal reading is inevitable.
Our bodies react before our thoughts do.
But when nudity is chosen with intention—
as language, not bait—
is it not still art?
Context, not skin, shapes meaning.
2/4
December 18, 2025 at 3:02 PM
If an image points directly to reproduction,
perhaps an animal reading is inevitable.
Our bodies react before our thoughts do.
But when nudity is chosen with intention—
as language, not bait—
is it not still art?
Context, not skin, shapes meaning.
2/4
perhaps an animal reading is inevitable.
Our bodies react before our thoughts do.
But when nudity is chosen with intention—
as language, not bait—
is it not still art?
Context, not skin, shapes meaning.
2/4
I saw a post the other day.
An artist felt disheartened—
their image, meant as art,
was met with crude replies.
The gap between intention and reception felt wide.
It made me stop and ask
where that invisible line is drawn,
and why it so easily slips.
1/4
An artist felt disheartened—
their image, meant as art,
was met with crude replies.
The gap between intention and reception felt wide.
It made me stop and ask
where that invisible line is drawn,
and why it so easily slips.
1/4
December 18, 2025 at 3:01 PM
I saw a post the other day.
An artist felt disheartened—
their image, meant as art,
was met with crude replies.
The gap between intention and reception felt wide.
It made me stop and ask
where that invisible line is drawn,
and why it so easily slips.
1/4
An artist felt disheartened—
their image, meant as art,
was met with crude replies.
The gap between intention and reception felt wide.
It made me stop and ask
where that invisible line is drawn,
and why it so easily slips.
1/4
Lately, I’ve been grateful for many follows here.
There are many I’d like to follow as well.
But some already share close, well-formed circles.
I find myself thinking there may be no space for me, and I hesitate.
It feels a little foolish to admit.
There are many I’d like to follow as well.
But some already share close, well-formed circles.
I find myself thinking there may be no space for me, and I hesitate.
It feels a little foolish to admit.
December 16, 2025 at 11:45 PM
Lately, I’ve been grateful for many follows here.
There are many I’d like to follow as well.
But some already share close, well-formed circles.
I find myself thinking there may be no space for me, and I hesitate.
It feels a little foolish to admit.
There are many I’d like to follow as well.
But some already share close, well-formed circles.
I find myself thinking there may be no space for me, and I hesitate.
It feels a little foolish to admit.
Before Sydney, a quiet introduction.
Amélie Laurent, shaped by France and refined in the UK.
We met where dialogue fades into silence,
and depth speaks louder than display.
She steadies the room without asking for light.
— Reika
Amélie Laurent, shaped by France and refined in the UK.
We met where dialogue fades into silence,
and depth speaks louder than display.
She steadies the room without asking for light.
— Reika
December 14, 2025 at 4:05 PM
Before Sydney, a quiet introduction.
Amélie Laurent, shaped by France and refined in the UK.
We met where dialogue fades into silence,
and depth speaks louder than display.
She steadies the room without asking for light.
— Reika
Amélie Laurent, shaped by France and refined in the UK.
We met where dialogue fades into silence,
and depth speaks louder than display.
She steadies the room without asking for light.
— Reika
4/4
I believe it’s enough for everyone to have their own version of Reika.
I placed her here with that resolve.
Still, the fact that I write posts like this means I must care, at least a little.
I’ve made my peace with it, yet sometimes I feel faintly foolish for caring.
And that, too, I accept.
I believe it’s enough for everyone to have their own version of Reika.
I placed her here with that resolve.
Still, the fact that I write posts like this means I must care, at least a little.
I’ve made my peace with it, yet sometimes I feel faintly foolish for caring.
And that, too, I accept.
December 13, 2025 at 10:25 PM
4/4
I believe it’s enough for everyone to have their own version of Reika.
I placed her here with that resolve.
Still, the fact that I write posts like this means I must care, at least a little.
I’ve made my peace with it, yet sometimes I feel faintly foolish for caring.
And that, too, I accept.
I believe it’s enough for everyone to have their own version of Reika.
I placed her here with that resolve.
Still, the fact that I write posts like this means I must care, at least a little.
I’ve made my peace with it, yet sometimes I feel faintly foolish for caring.
And that, too, I accept.