As technological advancements helmed our neurological systems, we naturally found ourselves in a wheel of toxicity. A circle of betrayal where predators were pitted against each other. Little cogs that kept the system running, hell seemed like an easy escape in this system of suffering. A catalyst to our inescapable fate, a grounding force for our egomaniacal brains. An idea of existence, one that could only be showcased in an orchestral arrangement of the abstract. The growth of our conscience, the burial of our souls.
1920*1920 / 24 FPS 2021