Behind him, the sun rises – a symbol of rebirth – its radiant lines pulsing with universal energy. From his sacral chakra, two guns release the poisons of his past: bottles, pills, and shadows long held. It’s a moment of release, of letting go, of reclaiming life. And with that release comes flight. Wings spread from his back – not as decoration, but as a metaphor for rising above trauma and pain. For finding peace. For becoming whole.