SCREEM

In a field of red silence, it stands between captivity and freedom.

A quiet body, yet inside its chest a scream is alive. A crimson core — neither wound nor light — but the weight of all the voices that were never allowed to rise.

Its feet are rooted in darkness, yet within that darkness, freedom breathes like a hidden fire.

This is the moment before release — when a scream begins to take the shape of light.