
1st prize in the international film music competition organized by Montreal 2022
In the heart of a dead city, the Obsidian Monolith awakened.
It pulsed with an ancient fire, older than the stars, whispering forgotten names.
From its roots, tendrils spread like veins, corrupting the land.
The sky dimmed, and machines once silent began to sing.
No gods came—only the memory of a broken covenant.
Those who remained heard the call but could not look away.
The world was not ending.
It was being rewritten.