Is it only me that have this kind of transformation-story in my head about a shy pile of trash in a forlorn alley? Slowly shambling back and forth, when no one was watching. Never leaving the alley. One day it heard the wind. The wind spoke of change and of possibilities and the trash decided to listen to the wind. After many days the pile stopped shambling about and slowly stood up and began to walk.
Here the camera angle gets a bit weird and filming, just behind the walking heap, from the side. With every step, more junk, clutter, cardboard boxes, and trash falls off and gets left behind. Each step taken, makes the next one lighter, easier. An alleycat emerges from one of the fallen boxes and scurries away with a “Meow”.
The camera switch to one out in the street. From the mouth of the alley emerges a beautiful masterpiece of robotic engineering. IronClaws! She stops for a moment in the sunlight, smiles at nothing, or perhaps everything, takes a deep cinematic breath and head out into her city.