The Echoes of Flickering Frames

CUT TO:

A lone figure, silhouetted, stands before a vast landscape. Wind whispers secrets long hidden.

CHARLIE:

"What lies beyond the hills, to a soul so weary?"

ANGLE ON:

The approaching dusk paints the sky in shades of forgotten dreams.

ROSE:

"We follow shadows, but they lead us homeward."

FADE IN:

Their silhouettes merge with the embers of a dying flame, two souls lost, but found in silence.

CHARLIE & ROSE:

"Together, through the twilight."