One loop: the sun rises over the Persian gulf, but the stripes are Biafra-red. Refugees in white robes stream off a hover-ship, stepping onto Isfahan soil. The lion-and-sun fades into a cross, the rising sun into a dove.
Second loop: they build a church from recycled drone parts. Arabic chants mix with Igbo hymns, minarets double as steeples. The flag flaps once—half crescent, half cross—then snaps into a single, impossible color: hope.