{"created_by":"Four","description":"I say, \"Friend, pour your heart out to me\" but the only thing a man of my stature can afford to pour is liquor into an empty glass. Men tell tales, and liquor drowns sombre reflections.\n\n I am the harbinger of sunshine in your life so you never have to look into the dimness of mine. I insist, \"Friend, tell me your needs\" for yours are far simpler than mine. \n\nThis uncomplicated thing you call life is a mockery of my very being. See, Grief is a wordless thing, and I've chosen to wander into the blue.","name":"Blue is the Color of Wordless Grief","attributes":[{"trait_type":"Artist","value":"Four"}],"image_details":{"bytes":2601875,"format":"JPEG","sha256":"67df3e8e2ec77733cac5c52c3a5aa9b1f2bb908cffed7b55ec4c8ddd248ed074","width":4560,"height":5100},"image":"https://arweave.net/krAeOViCidquvBoWwpsCI-3ypTiWZhlVPKmPOfPS__0","image_url":"https://arweave.net/krAeOViCidquvBoWwpsCI-3ypTiWZhlVPKmPOfPS__0"}