Sora 2
A surreal and gritty animated sequence in the style of a dark, ink-washed political cartoon or a Soviet-era propaganda poster come to life. The camera slowly dollies through a dimly lit, abstract space filled with oppressive shadows. In the foreground, grotesque caricatures of pompous, ragged philosophers with vacant eyes wield massive, gnarled wooden clubs. One of them lethargically waves a rotten, dripping carrot in front of his own nose. As the camera pushes in, their mouths open, and torrents of beautiful, ornate but visibly worn-out and faded letters pour out like a physical substance. These word-streams transform into grasping, claw-like hands that violently lunge towards the viewer, breaking the fourth wall in a stylized, metaphorical assault. The overall mood is one of satirical, visceral critique, using stark contrasts, exaggerated motion, and a grim, textured aesthetic.