There was a time when I used to regularly see dead birds in my neighborhood. It was devastating to see them crushed and covered with blood on the streets. There was something so utterly wrong with seeing those creatures in this posture. Birds are supposed to fly. They are supposed to be up there, in the sky, not down here with the rest of us. It was heartbreaking and I was wondering why I had to see something like that. And then I realized that the pain I was feeling when seeing those birds was the same pain I had been feeling for a very long time. The death of one's core being because of the imprisonment of the soul. I couldn't take it anymore.
"Victorious" portrays the survival of hell and so much more. A confident smile resting on her lips. And two birds; to her left and to her right. Healthy and pride. Perfectly ready to fly.