What this is

A twilight horizon with twinkling stars and a soft warm sun haze. Six hundred glowing triangles streak through it in three colors — red, blue, gold. Same color flocks together. Different colors fight. Wounded boids dim. Death puffs out as a spark in flock color. When one color is the only one left, a glassy banner declares the winner and a fresh round spawns. The trail buffer makes every formation look like a calligraphy stroke.

Why this is mind-blowing

Reynolds boids on their own are pretty. Reynolds boids in three rival armies with hunt-from-above bias is cinema. You'll see a flock split to flank, a swarm of one color get pinned and shredded, sudden ambushes from above, and tiny clouds of survivors regrouping for a comeback. No path-planning, no FSM — just emergent murmuration warfare.