SCENE 4 – “Reflections Beneath the Duel Moons”

[EXT. ELF VILLAGE – NIGHT]

The sky is a vast ocean of velvet, glittering with endless stars. A duel moon hangs above the treetops — one large and glowing with a pinkish-red hue, pulsing like a soft heartbeat. The second is smaller, pale white with golden rings, casting gentle halos across the sleeping forest.

[CAMERA GLIDES DOWN]

We return to the familiar tree on the hillside, where Lyria lies on the grass, wrapped in a thin woven blanket, her new magical dress folded beside her like a pet curled up in sleep.

She gazes upward, wide-eyed.

Her eyes… suddenly glimmer — twin galaxies of blue and green light, like they’re pulling in the stars themselves. She slowly lifts a hand toward the moons.

“I wonder…”

“Is there someone like me… looking at the sky at this moment?”

[A breeze stirs the leaves above. The wind carries her voice. Her hair floats slightly.]

“Stars in the clear night sky…”

  “Comfort me…”

She smiles faintly, her eyes reflecting the sky. The scene is peaceful, fragile — like a snowflake suspended in time.

[SUDDEN GLITCH – STATIC – SCREEN WARP]

Colors twist, the peaceful soundscape distorts, and the image cuts out.

[BLACK SCREEN. THEN — CUT TO:]