One clip escalates the mood. Shot from a tram, it shows a younger dinosaur—footsteps skittering through a plaza—chasing a paper cup that flutters like a small, desperate prey. The animal lunges, then freezes at the cup’s strange trajectory, pawing at it with a cautious tenderness. The online argument fractures into camps: aesthetic appreciation, ethical outrage, fear of genetic hubris. Kei and Sora’s film sits in that rupture, a mirror held up to both spectacle and conscience.