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Scene

"I see myself moved on to a different demented level. To a wider stage, exposed to an insane full forced-bright spot light hitting me on my face. Pity, it only makes me blink and creates more shadows."

Shot

"The tree pouts out infant green buds, in pride. And flowers, each petal that blushes at sunlight, enhancing its hues. The light wafts of fragrance of fresh smelling grass, glissening with dew, that fills our mind and keeps it afloat on the clouds of eternal afluence of breezed thoughts. Butterflies appear almost quickly to flutter in and out duelling for each flower. Yes, spring is in."

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Aperture

Stamped: 10:02 PM

He held her and slept, childlike. Breathe in, breathe out. She smiled at the rhythm, that was almost tickling her neck, but she never moved once. Her thoughts wafted to how she had been before meeting him and the slow transformation that occured, occuring wayside within her and discovering a whole new self, of new-found freedom and happiness. Sometimes she was whole and everything, sometimes nothing. Yet in that nothingness, she never once felt empty. The unnecessity to cite a reason for her happiness was ever so wonderous. It was as simple as just living, as simple as being in that moment, breathing in and breathing out. Her thoughts were interrupted by a slight stir from him, his hands bringing her close. Stillness again. Breathe in, breathe out.

Camera Top Angle Fixed.

BG - The whirr noise of fan

And 'CUT'.

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