INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY
She stares at the wall, where shadows play.
Her expression: an unreadable script.
CLOSE-UP on her eyes.
A flicker, a memory? Or mere illusion?
Silence envelops the room, thick as fog.
EXT. PARK BENCH - DUSK
Leaves whisper secrets to the wind.
He listens, but hears naught but echoes.