the snow covered mounatains stretched above me like looming majesties. it felt almost fearful to be in presence of such majestic nature. my repsect for mother nature grows within me, and thats quite a stretch considering I am in Antarctica documenting climate chnage. My passion, my meaning, all I want to give into in this life is to fight for what I was brought here to do. saving the world, bit by bit. saving our earth from mass climate destruction that is. By nature for nature. That has and always will be my purpose. ever since i picked up rocks on my way home from school because they didnt deserve to be lonely. yes, i do hug trees. and yes, that will be a problem cosnidring there arent many left. therefore, i find myself in the great comapny of standing on an arctic pier, gasping in respect and fear of what i see around me. because it aint good.

right next to the mountains is where the iceberg was supposed to be. the iceberg i was supposed to come here to collect data and tests about. but here i am, in my parkas reaching my toes, googles strapped and protection from head to toe, standing in utter shock at what the earth has become.

the ice is melting.

the poor polar bears are swimming.

i think i just spotted plastic cans floating here.

and worst of all. i saw flowers.

flowers blooming in antarctica. and its too late. theres no plan b. no planet b. we are so compltely utterly screwed. the mountains leer over me, almost in dissappointemnt. in how we disrespected them in our selfish ways. my work here is done. because it doesnt exist anymore.

i grab my phone from my pocket, the iphone 5 i still use because i want to make an impact by not falling for those clever overconsumption tricks. but in the light of this, it seems so small. insignifcant.

yet, i click on the camera app and hit record. my rosy cheeks and face meeting me as i start to talk.

«no matter what anyone says, we are fucking dead. flowers. are. blooming. in. here. in antarctica. when will we stop this? we are as dead as any other animal race we have killed, its not long left at this pace. vote for life, vote for GreenCase now. we either save earth or we die. you decide.» i look the camera dead in the eye and hit stop. I almost tear up. This is tragic. we are going to die.

«aand cut!» i hear overhead. what the hell? i look up, fumblling for a source of the sound. there is no one here.

«hello?» i ask hesitantly. am i going mad? i laugh to myself. from my point on the pier, i notice a shadow across from me, on the mountian. i blink, trying to get a better view but ending up empty. but there is something there.

then the unthinkable happens.

a person comes put of the mountain. it almost looks like an opening in it. some door.

«hello?!» i yell. what is going on?

the shadow starts to wave at me and i wave back. who else could be here?

«just come on over. the water isnt real, just walk over here.» it says.

«are you crazy?» i yell, astounded.

«no, trust me. just touch it, youll see.» it yells back. i do as it says and reach for the waters surface, expecting near deathly freezing water. but the shadow is right. its a hard surface. almost like. like a screen.

i bring my foot to it, and its stable. oh my god. its fake.

i take one hesitant step onto it, and see that i can actually walk on it like ground. its like a goddman screen. step by step, i walk to the shadow. coming up close, i see its someone that looks like a film director. the man in black smiles at me, clearly hapy and finds this truly amusing. whereas i, i am in shock.

he laughs at the look on my face before saying in between chuckles, «good job. you can come inside now. it worked.» he pats me on the shoulder and leads me to the door in the mountain.

«what are you talking about?» i ask in frustration. he pushes me through the mounatin door and i am lead into a dark room with tons of people. cameras meet me and screens display angles of the place, world, «antarctica», i was just in.

«oh, no, you did great. we will definetly win the election with this. the media will go crazy.» he says and heads out to the side, while looking at some notes.

and i almost crumble at the realisation of what they just did to sell themsleves in.

no. this is the death of humans, think as i stan there. ourselves.