Title Card: A corridor stretches in silence, shadows dance upon ancient walls.

Character A enters the frame, pondering existence, light flickering across their brow.

In the stillness, a question hangs in the air: "Is the journey itself the destination?"

Character B, a silhouette of thought, gestures towards an unseen truth.

Time pauses, a breath caught in an eternal moment, as echoes of forgotten words resonate.

The corridor, a metaphor of life, expands and contracts with each step taken.

Fade to black.