[Scene 1 – Empty Institute Classroom, 6:42 p.m.]

> (Sunlight streams through the windows. Marcos and Lina sit across from Kael. Silence. On the table, there is a notebook, a water bottle, and the atmosphere is tense but not hostile.)

Kael (calm):

—Let’s imagine something.

—It’s not real… but it could be.

Marcos (raising an eyebrow):

—Is this another one of your riddles, philosopher?

Kael:

—Let’s say… someone starts seeing patterns. Dreams. Symbols.

—Impossible things that match the world’s events too well.

—And let’s say those things point to him. As if he were… chosen for something.

Lina (worried):

—Like a prophet?

Kael (shakes his head):

—He doesn’t believe in gods. Doesn’t even want to be part of it. He just wants to know if it’s… real.

—Or if everything is a simulation. An experiment.

Marcos:

—And what if it is? What if it’s just a cosmic joke?

Kael:

—Then someone’s running it. And that interests me more than any god.

> (Silence. Lina swallows. Marcos looks at the ceiling.)

Lina (softly):

—What if it’s real… but not divine? What if it’s something else?

Kael:

—That’s the only question that feels valid to me.

[Scene 2 – Flashback: Last year, Institute library, 6:12 p.m.]

> (Dimly lit library. The clock shows late afternoon. Kael is focused on a book about comparative philosophy. Lina watches him from her pile of books. Shy but intrigued.)

Lina (in a low voice):

—Do you think gods are real… or are they just ideas that took form?

> (Kael doesn’t look up from the page. Takes a moment before answering.)

Kael (calm):

—I think if an idea needs you to worship it… it’s because it can’t stand on its own.

> (Lina looks at him, confused and fascinated. She opens her mouth to say more, but a laugh interrupts.)

> (Marcos appears with a small wound on his eyebrow, his shirt dirty from training or a fight. He laughs loudly at Kael’s answer and sits at the table without asking.)

Marcos (mocking but genuine):

—Ha! Where did you come from? The basement of a bitter philosopher?

> (Kael looks up for the first time. Stares without expression.)

Kael:

—No. From a classroom where no one answers unless there’s a grade.

> (Marcos looks at him a moment… then laughs again, softer this time.)

Marcos:

—I like you, weird guy. Do you have a name or just existential quotes?

Kael:

—Kael.

Lina (smiles):

—I’m Lina.

Marcos:

—Marcos. I guess now we’re… whatever this is.

> (Brief silence. The table fills with open books, notes, and scattered phrases. For the first time, Kael doesn’t feel out of place.)

Narration (Kael):

> “I didn’t look for friends.”

“They came as interruptions… and stayed as constants.”

“Between laughter, unanswered questions… and absurd theories that maybe weren’t so absurd.”

[Scene 3 – Kael’s room, night]

> (Kael is alone. Sitting at his desk. He looks at a sheet where he’s written:

“Hypothesis 1: Collective hallucination.”

“Hypothesis 2: Advanced technology.”

“Hypothesis 3: Biological manipulation.”)

Narration (Kael):

> “I don’t believe in faith. But I do believe in patterns.”

“And when patterns repeat... someone is controlling them.”

> (He looks at his reflection in the window. The silhouette of the seven-mark symbol seems to form again.)

Kael (quietly):

—What are you…? A system error or its core?

[Scene 4 – Outside the institute, dusk, 7:05 p.m.]

> (Kael leaves through a side door of the institute. The sky has turned a purple-gray, choked with dense clouds blocking the light. The wind blows cold and sharp, his breath forms a small white cloud that dissolves before him.)

> (Around him, everything seems still. The street lamps are on but flickering. The sidewalk is still wet from an earlier rain, reflecting the weak light in puddles. Dry leaves crunch in the distance. No voices. Just the echo of a muted city.)

> (Kael slowly descends the building’s stairs. He shrinks a little into his jacket. At the last step, he stops. Looks at the sky, then the ground, then at nothing.)

Kael (softly):

—If this is an experiment… what use is an atheist in a faith test?

—What do they want from someone who believes in nothing?

> (The wind blows harder. A gust stirs his hair and spins leaves in a swirl. Kael doesn’t flinch. He just closes his eyes for a moment.)

Narration (Kael):

> “I don’t think I’m special. But I don’t think I’m an accident either.

The only thing I believe… is that something broke.”

> (He stays silent for a few seconds. Then lowers his gaze, adjusts his backpack, and walks along the empty sidewalk. His steps echo on the wet concrete. The camera follows him, slowly pulling away.)

Codex Gnosis Dei– Fragment IV

> "He who doubts the divine does not become less valuable… but more dangerous."

"Because his mind does not obey out of fear… but out of logic."

"And logic… is the only thing the gods cannot control."