False Clam
INT. A SEASIDE AMBIENCE - DAYLIGHT HUES The camera focuses on the tides, rhythmic and serene. YOUNG WOMAN (voice lost to the waves) gazes into the horizon, searching the clarity of forgotten tastes. An OLD MAN appears, as if born from the mist. He carries stories etched in wrinkles. (gestures silently, hinting at treasures buried beneath sands) She nods, feigning understanding. The mirth of truth flickers away. A transient gaze... a whisper carried by the breeze... END SCENE.
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