In a world where the sky is no longer blue, birds fly through wounds of red, as if freedom has no price but blood. A girl sits with her knees drawn close, crying tears of blood in a heavy silence — not only for herself, but for all the dreams extinguished beneath the shadows of violence and war. This work is a reflection on the fragility of freedom, on fear, grief, and the faint hope that still breathes through the flight of birds.

This video is a combination of my physical painting, partially transformed with the help of AI, and edited using CapCut.