Description
The crows always knew. Perched upon the skeletal remains of the city they would start. A small hop here or an urgent caw. The sound of crows would build until they all took to the air. That's when the dropship appeared from out of the rain and smouldering gloom. The way home.
Another experiment with AI images and older 3d images that I created a while back, combining them with a little 2D as well.