Frame 1: A lone figure at dusk, silhouetted against a fading sun. The longing gaze captured, yet words remain unspoken.
Frame 2: Two silhouettes entwined, their forms merging in the twilight, as if to defy the dawn's inevitable arrival.
Frame 3: The scene shifts to a lone candle flickering in the night. Its light reveals a letter, inked with emotions too bold for the spoken word.
Frame 4: A rainy street, reflections dancing like spirits. A single silhouette, umbrella in hand, waiting at the crossroads of fate.