The Last Dove

It is Peace Dove’s birthday. Around a circular table, representatives of various countries sit side by side, smiling and talking quietly as they celebrate International Peace Day. The atmosphere is warm and gentle: laughter and kind words float through the air as each nation enjoys the calm union. Peace Dove, at the head of the table, beams with pride and hope.
Meanwhile, over the radio waves, broadcasts from Radyo drift in, reporting on how people around the world are joining hands, singing together, and finding hope in one another. The sound of its news bulletins only adds to the joyful moment—until the station’s music and gentle commentary suddenly give way to breaking news of conflict. Fresh reports of battles and strife flood the air. The peaceful gathering becomes tense. Faces drop, smiles fade, and kind words trail off into silence. Fear and suspicion ripple around the table. The delegates grow anxious, their hearts heavy with dread. They try to reassure one another with uneasy sympathy, but the sense of unity begins to fracture.
No matter how hard Peace Dove tries—soft words, gentle gestures, hopeful pleas—the calm can’t be restored. One by one, the countries push back their chairs and leave the table. The once-lively circle of fellowship now lies empty.
In the distance, a figure emerges: a symbol of the world’s darker side. This presence gathers with a cruel determination. Together with others, it takes the birthday cake meant to honor Peace Dove and hurls it into a trash can. The sweetness of hope and celebration is discarded in an instant.
They return to the round table, but now Peace Dove sits there alone, shoulders slumped, feathers ruffled, eyes dim with sorrow. The gathered powers force her out. Taking her place at the head of the table is a Girl, the embodiment of war’s cruelty and chaos. With a wicked smile playing across her face, she holds up the world’s map. Her eyes gleam as she sets it ablaze. Flames dance before her, illuminating her triumphant grin, while nations and people cry out somewhere unseen, their hopes turning to ash.
As the camera pulls back, we see it on the screen—a dark and bitter message for all to read: “Happy War Day.”