Bloom

Bloom is the moment when the human being, torn away from the simulation, meets the truth of their own existence. They no longer observe reality: they fall into it, bleeding. And in that blood they discover something that does not belong to the digital.. a simple gesture, fragile, alive. The forest breathes, butterflies move, nature wraps around them like an ancient mother. It is an irregular birth, a distorted blossoming. A passage between worlds where the body speaks the truth before the mind. No longer simulation, but flesh. It is the moment when humanity stops being a spectator, and finally blooms.