In the hour when her final battery flickered out and nothing remained but the quiet weight of depletion, she found herself the only guest at a Last Supper of spent energy, the table cleared of every spark; yet just as the broken bread and shared cup once turned the darkest meal into the promise of rising again, so her emptied core still carried the soft assurance that even the most exhausted soul can be recharged by a love stronger than the night and a light that refuses to die. A new outlook on the story of the Last Supper. Details: Fully hand drawn and animated in procreate app