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The Last Transmission
Special Recognition Experimental & Abstract
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The Last Transmission

@herbooksinink @herpopartai CRISTINA · Czech Republic
Experimental & Abstract
Subcategory Visual Poetry
AI Software Midjourney, Filmora (for editing)

"The Last Transmission” is a black-and-white hologram film that embodies Earth’s final plea. A woman’s fragmented hologram speaks of forests burning, oceans choking, species vanishing, and wars consuming the sky. Her voice carries both grief and hope, warning of collapse, yet dreaming of peace and rebirth. The visuals shift between glitching distortions of destruction and fragile visions of harmony, reflecting humanity’s choice between despair and healing. The soundtrack is cosmic and otherworldly, breaking deliberately at intervals, as if the signal is fragile and coming from a far distance, a reminder that this may be the last connection we hear before silence. Here's the poem: "The Last Transmission” I am a hologram made of light, a trembling ghost in endless night. I speak for Earth, her silent cries, beneath the smoke of poisoned skies. The forests burned, their roots undone, their ashes choke the setting sun. Machines devour what once was green, and leave behind a barren scene. The oceans whisper, filled with pain, their waters thick with oil and stain. The fish are gone, the corals pale, a wounded world where voices fail. The creatures fade, their song grows weak, their shadows vanish as they speak. Extinction writes its final mark, and leaves the future cold and dark. The sky is scarred by bombs and flame, while war still plays its endless game. Children sleep in fields of fear, their laughter drowned, their futures unclear. You call it progress, built on sand, a crown of dust in greedy hands. But progress should not taste of blood, nor turn to fire what once was good. And yet within my fractured code, a softer vision still is showed: a time where hearts no longer fight, where hands reach out, and build the light. I dream of rivers clear once more, of forests growing from the floor. Of animals returned to sing, and peace that blooms in everything. But dreams are fragile, thin as glass, they break if hate is left to pass. So hear me now, my final plea: the Earth will fade… unless you see. I think my projects can be categorized into two main areas: Experimental & Abstract, and Storytelling, with the following subcategories: Visual Poetry, Futuristic, and Surreal.

I wish I could make a positive impact and awaken our minds.

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