No safe bullet catch

 

I put myself in the skin of a fictional animal, diving into a constant circular movement as represented by the arrangement of the screens. The blue entity is a cryptic being, entwining human and creature, defying the linear thought of beginning and end. Next to being worn as a type of gear, hinting at a mystical sport, the suit becomes the skin of the embodied creature, pointing towards a multilayered inner choreography between the simple act of infinite staged and natural circulation.   

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