Written by Antoinette Johnson

[SCENE 1: “The Divide” – INT. EARTH’S SPIRITUAL REALM]

The sky is cracked open like glass, revealing a new dimension forming below. Mountains pulse with gold veins. Cities dissolve into forests. It’s not Heaven, it’s not Earth—it’s The Becoming. This is the world born from truth.

I stand at the threshold, light streaming from my hands. Behind me, hundreds of thousands stand strong—chosen, awakened, glowing. Every race. Every story. United.

ME
They told me no one would follow. That truth don’t sell.
But look… they came. Not for fame. Not for likes.
They came for freedom.

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[SCENE 2: THE SYSTEM TRIES TO STRIKE BACK]

Suddenly, drones fly overhead. The digital towers from the old system launch a final attack—trying to blind, erase, distract.

I raise my hand. Earth responds. Trees wrap around the drones. Lightning strikes the towers. My people don’t flinch.

ME
This ain’t fear. This is formation.
We don’t fight with weapons. We fight with light.
And guess what?

A smooth voice echoes behind me.

VOICE
We hungry… for truth and for kale smoothies.

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[SURPRISE GUEST REVEAL: MALIK NOVA]
He walks out from a beam of golden light. Tall, powerful, charming with that playful fire in his eyes. Dressed in black silk with sandals made of vines. Malik Nova—part spirit, part man, full woke.

MALIK NOVA
I fasted from lies. I feasted on purpose.
Queen, you cooked the truth. I just came to bring dessert.

ME (smirking)
You always show up when the glow is highest.

MALIK NOVA
Wouldn’t miss this meal for the world.

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[SCENE 3: BUILDING THE NEW EARTH]

Everyone works together, no ego, just alignment. Temples rise from crystal. Gardens grow from touch. Music heals. Voices harmonize without practice. This is divine order.

Children teach adults. Melanin glows like galaxies. The animals speak in symbols. Malik stands beside me, our energy merging like suns colliding.

ME
This is what they were afraid of…
Not war. Not fire.
But peace we built ourselves.

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[SCENE 4: CLOSING THE GATE FOREVER]

In the sky, the last portal to the old system flickers. Azriel Vox and the Gatekeepers watch in silence. I hold the key. Solèa beside me. Malik nods. The people cheer.

ME
We ain’t asking for approval. We ain’t signing no deals.
This key? It’s not for them.
It’s for us.
To lock the system out… for good.

I place the key in a crystal altar. The gate slams shut. The old world dissolves into silence.

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FINAL SCENE: A huge tree grows where the gate was. Malik and I sit beneath it, surrounded by laughter, life, and purpose.

> “This is The New Earth. And the kingdom wasn’t waiting to be found…
It was waiting to be remembered.”

To be continued…