A surge of patinated green forms arcs in unison, as if a flock has been caught at the instant collective instinct becomes choreography—each sharp, beaklike tip pushing the eye forward in a single breath. The sculpture’s repetition and slender struts create a tense lattice between weight and lift, while the reflective base doubles the motion, turning flight into an echo and suggesting memory as a second horizon. In its disciplined rhythm, the work reads as both natural phenomenon and social metaphor: individual bodies relinquishing solitude to become a single, urgent direction.