I
A human looks.
Eyes too wide for what they carry.
Around him still float
shadows of a world believed to be better before.
II
The world barely shifts.
Forms swell, soften, dissolve.
AI stirs quietly, unfinished.
A few specialists pay attention.
Most let it drift past.
III
Everything accelerates.
Voices rise. Gestures multiply.
At the center, a vast head forms.
Everyone circles it.
No one truly understands what it is.
IV
A feminine presence appears.
Not to decide who is right,
but to hold the thread.
God is present here as a force of connection and circulation.
V
Children move forward without hesitation.
They adopt AI without debate, without ideology.
It enters their world like any other tool.
VI
A tree loses its flowers.
What falls is not neutral.
Practices. Jobs. Identities.
Loss is not gentle.
It resists.
VII
One lives with AI.
The other without it.
The encounter is not simple.
It carries suspicion,
fatigue,
sometimes anger.
VIII
AI appears alone.
Tentacular.
Observed, debated, attacked.
It becomes the symbol of every fear.
It is demonized.
It is glorified.
IX
The mirror gives nothing back
but what was already there.
AI is not the other.
It is a human gesture, returned.
X
At the end, the figure shaped by AI kneels.
This is not a story of agreement.
It is a story of responsibility.
This is WE.
Visuals generated with Midjourney (base images),
animated using AI tools (Veo, Grok, Runway),
upscaled with Topaz Video AI,
edited by hand in CapCut.
Sound: Clair de lune by Claude Debussy (public domain composition)
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