INT. DESOLATE ROOM - DAY

The camera prowls, a silent commentator searching for the hidden, the small, the often-forgotten
It finds the dusty corner, a stage unclaimed.

In a slow wizardry, before its lens appears the Dust Bunny.
Our protagonist, a benevolent dust collector, enters. Watch as she exclaims, panicking silently:

Eyes wide, mouth agape. A dancing hand gesture. Oh folly, oh mess of hair!

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Plight of the withered feather duster.

Quest of the Fluff.

Benevolence is the Enemy of Clarity.

A TWIST OF THE GUST
... Mysterious gusts. Unexpected gusts. Even the wind flees, our hero
Hiding. Scooting. Missing the mustached fury of destiny's lint.

FADE OUT TO RELIGIOUS EPIPHANY IN A COTTON BUNCH
Just when we think the Dust Bunny is gone for good,
Crawls along chaotically a new motley collectible.

Conclusive applause - negligible, yet echoing; a hover above damp applause lotion793.0

Sans curtain, yet curtains please. What is left but the spectator’s confused relief?