Scene 1: The Chamber of Echoes
INT. DARK ROOM - DAY
SHADOWS PLAY on the creased walls, the only witnesses to the unuttered WORDS.
CUT TO: An ancient MIRROR, dust-laden surfaces obscure its depth. REFLECTION is not visible.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
In this realm, where whispers dare not rise above the SUBTLE HUSH, echoes of dreams linger. MEN without voices, faces shrouded in the umbra of silence. Their stories unfold beneath the surface, written in the language of shadows.
Scene 2: The Flickering Series
Gradually, a PROJECTION begins, shadows crisscross, revealing the CURSOR of time that visualizes forgotten MONOLOGUES.
BENEATH the screen, the clock TICKS. Each SECOND drags with hesitation, the sound like a whisper against the rim of eternity.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
What dreams echo in muted tones, the resonance barely a brush against WAXEN lips. A theater engulfed in UNKNOWN whispers, the fabric of time silently knitting a narrative below SOUNDLESS voids.