The starlet gazes forlornly at the closing door, the shadows lengthening as her heartbeats grow silent. In a world that blinks, her sorrow is but a cascade of flickering bulbs. Alas! How tragic, how profoundly obscure!
Cut to the shot of an empty street, where a cat nonchalantly struts by. The hero, cloaked in the wisdom of the unsaid, ponders life over a cup of invisible rain. What is meaning? he sighs silently.
End Scene: She pirouettes into the ether, a veil of irony draping over the muted applause of a faceless audience. The credits roll, untitled thoughts succumb to obscurity.
Like a well-groomed mustache curling with delight, our next act traverses the uncertain paths: