Fly like a hummingbird as the forest burns

In order to be more profitable, innovative and expansive, the Art system has left the jungle of creation in the hands of the necro-liberalism that has set it on fire.
Moving away from the fire, just like the animals, the artists flee in fear. Only one artist flies in the opposite direction, in the direction of the forest: it is a hummingbird.

 “What are you doing?” -The other animals shout at her- “Can't you see the forest is on fire?”.

“Yes, of course I can." -she answers- "But I have a dewdrop in my chest, I'm going to try to put out the fire!”.