But guilt curdled in her stomach. That night, she opened PixStudio again, but this time she didn't generate anything. She stared at the AI prompt window. A dark thought surfaced: If this tool can do in seconds what takes me hours, what am I worth?
There was a silence on the line. Then the product manager laughed. wondershare pixstudio
That night, she tried to do it "the real way." She opened Photoshop. She stared at the blank canvas. The cursor blinked. She closed Photoshop. She opened PixStudio. But guilt curdled in her stomach