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mEMENTO vIVERE

REMEMBER TO LIVE

We all know the Latin phrase “Memento Mori”

which means "remember you must die."

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Memento Mori is a reminder of human mortality, often used to encourage humility, reflection, and living a meaningful life. The concept dates back to ancient Rome and has been echoed in art, philosophy, and religion to inspire people to focus on what truly matters.

 

”Memento Vivere” which means “Remember to live” echoes the meaning of the original quote excluding the dead component. In this contract, i will mint pieces that tell about life’s duality.

 

The importance of living a life that’s full, but also knowing the struggles and pains, all the challenges we will have to face.

 

A human life that may someday come to an end, but whose experiences and memories may live for ever, especially on the blockchain. Memento vivere is a testament to perseverance, the ambition to be remembered for generations to come. ”VIVI” means “Live” in italian.

Collectors:

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Links:

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artworks

a New Genesis

Suspended in the depths, tethered to the umbilical cord of rebirth that morphs from organic to metallic, a symbol of ambition shaped by reality, we are ready to live again.
Scars on our hands and feet bear witness to struggles endured, while the fading chains below echo a past left behind.
Light pierces the water as the silent guardian of wisdom watches from the depths.
This is a story of transformation, where every scar, every link, and every depth shapes the journey forward.

Full 3D Art
6540x7680 pixels

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Collected by:

Index Mei

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Index Mei: the index of me. In old Roman parchments, an index was not just a tally of pages. It was a promise that every heading within could be found, opened, and lived. I borrow that lineage for a portrait that is less a face than a catalogue of signs.

An inventory of symbols arranged so anyone, now or after I am dust, can trace the path I walked, feel the waves I felt, and touch the things I left glowing in the dark.​

This Artwork is now my pfp on all web2 and web3 apps, and after minting it on the Memento Vivere 

contract, I transferred it to my vault.

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Collected by:

Blind Before
The Flames

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Do you ever feel judged, watched without

knowing why? ​

Eyes not your own stare from every direction, not to see you but to expect you.  They are the crowd and the noise, ready to name you before you speak, ready to shape you before you see.

Blind here means not a lack of vision but the absence of self.

This is the first step inward, where borrowed labels fade like smoke and the mind grows quiet. From this silence the journey begins: to unlearn the faces given, to fall back into your true name.

I command you to wake up.

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Collected by:

The Introspection
Of A Smoking Blue Rose

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This is where I go unknown, no faces, no echoes, no borrowed tone. Where every thought becomes repose: The introspection of a smoking blue rose. In chosen solitude, the world thins and the breath clears, a blue abyss opening inward. The golden mask does not blind; it listens, and vision begins within. A single eye from the past hangs bandaged on the branch, judgment muted and set aside. Roots cradle the body like a throne; stillness becomes a room, a state of mind. Across the chest, a quiet serpent moves, part guide, part warning against surrendering too far. Here, isolation is not the absence of life, but its soft return.

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Collected by:

I Fall
Below My Name

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And now, relax; the hard part has passed.
We descend where memory and myth begin.
I fall below my name, beyond the face I used to claim.

This is a passage, not a void; a crossing from

the outer noise to the inner world.
The pulse of soil begins to speak in symbols lost, in tongues antique.
My fingers brush the unseen thread that pulls me

where the known has fled.
Roots narrow to a circle of blue light; the body drifts, unafraid.
I bloom in silence, below my name.

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Collected by:

music

Each artwork in this collection, beginning with

“Blind Before the Flames” has its own

original soundtrack: lyrics and style crafted specifically for the image.

 

The lyrics tell what a simple paragraph cannot, while every track’s style mirrors the piece’s mood and intent.

 

A hidden but relevant feature of the playlist is that the "bridge" of each track becomes "Verse 1" of the next. Since each track has a different style, the structure of the lyrics keeps the journey connected and the playlist flows like the Artworks themselves.

All tracks were created with Suno.ai (Pro), which let me fine-tune arrangement, tempo, vocals, and dynamics; the lyrics were developed in dialogue with GPT-5 to find the most truthful language for my work.

 

The tracks are not on-chain; for now, they score each artwork’s WIP timelapse on YouTube. TBD: collectors of this contract will be invited to share thoughts on a possible auxiliary editions drop (track + subtle visual effects) and an airdrop.
 

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