Emile Cohl, 20, calls himself an artist, but he hasn’t drawn anything in years. Thanks to AI, he generates hundreds of polished “works” fast, efficient, and soulless. But when he touches an old pen, he’s hurled back to the early 1900s, into a world where every frame is drawn by hand and art is born of effort, imperfection, and intent. He meets a friend and learns about what art used to mean. As Emile grapples with the rawness and deep flaws of art's past, he must consider a haunting question: What does art mean without flaws?
