!Re3irth/

Through thorned archways, black as night,
Where crimson roses bloom and die,
The creature walks impossible flight Returns again beneath strange sky.

Death is birth and birth is death,
Each step circles back to start,
With every drawn and final breath,
The loop continues, torn apart.

There is no end to becoming.

Medium: AI image generation + AI video generation + frame-by-frame animation (Flipaclip) + video editing