They get to New Zealand, and it’s a complete utopia. When they try to ask if their oil didn’t run out, they just answer that they stopped using that stuff decades ago.
And as the flutes play, we pan across the hills rolling in the distance, the rich green contrasting against the vivid azure blue sky with brilliantly white clouds puffy as cotton balls. And we know and feel that all is at peace in this world.
They get to New Zealand, and it’s a complete utopia. When they try to ask if their oil didn’t run out, they just answer that they stopped using that stuff decades ago.
NZ?
And as the flutes play, we pan across the hills rolling in the distance, the rich green contrasting against the vivid azure blue sky with brilliantly white clouds puffy as cotton balls. And we know and feel that all is at peace in this world.
Fade to black. End scene.
Roll the credits
It’s a short film, but a good one.