The screen is black. Silence presses in. A low hum rises from nowhere and everywhere at once. Words fracture the darkness. Recession. Inflation. Automation. Conflict. Each one lands like a pulse in the chest, not as noise but as a reminder that the modern world is loud with anxiety. “They call it progress. Yet peace… remains the one invention humanity never finished.” This is not the opening of a film alone. It is the opening of a question. A question about how a planet overf