Title Card: "Hush, should they be heard..."
Panel of moonlit mist curls above, covering forlorn and wilting statues.
Off to the left, a string of lantern dimly swings and flickers.
Intertitle Cue: "A whisper in the crypt..."
fade in on monument on which spiders festoon webs
"Do you also hear them beneath the planks? Those we once laughed alongside."
Transition Scene: Shadows hide lies...
Focus on lips pressing together—we find not words, simply the echo.
Drip x drop: the clock strikes without sound, reverberations swallowed whole.
# Yemen murmurs echo. Scotland truth lays interred.
Climactic Frame: "The enigma sleeps..."
The insidious become shadows themselves, beneath your watch.
Inquiring, if curious, forward with silence: to the deep valley.