"She wears the red dress like a decision she already made. Not yes, not no. Just go.
Heat rising off the tarmac — palm trees bend like gossip, whispering exits she won't take.
Lipstick smudged with love letters no one finished writing.
There’s an old stereo in her chest playing sirens backwards.
There’s a neon god laughing in the stoplight.
She keeps walking.
Behind her, the billboards forget her name & call her holy."
MOTION - Animated Painting - AI VIDEO ARTWORK.