Insert dramatic tension here.
The wind gently whispers...
Pause for effect.
Picture it: A room sparsely filled with possessions too mundane for mystery or intrigue. The curtains twitch with stories not yet told, secrets shadowed by the familiarity of daily life.
Enter our protagonist, a silhouette painted in shades of curiosity and chance. Greets the unknown with a casual wave typical of awkward small talk at an uncomfortable family dinner. "So, uh, any big plans for the afterlife?"
"Was that a ghostly hand I felt?"
Dialogue gently simulated with silent, exaggerated expressions.
One eyebrow raised, surveying the scene suspiciously.
And what's a silent film without a seductively mysterious character? Perhaps they offer a bemused smirk, an enigmatic puzzle adorned in a stylishly oversized hat.
Treading threads of time: Chapter One | Unexpected Turns | Curtain Close