[BLACK SCREEN]Soft… rhythmic… the tick... tick... tick... of an old clock echoes through the void. It’s slow, deliberate — the kind of ticking that feels like it’s counting down to something.

  [FADE IN: A BROKEN CLOCK, FLOATING IN DARKNESS]We see it now — an antique pocket watch, spinning slowly in mid-air. Its gss face is cracked, its hands twitch unnaturally.Tick... tick...The sound becomes distorted.Ti-ck... T-ick...Then —

  CRACK.The clock shatters in slow motion. Tiny shards of gss and gears spiral off into the infinite bck, like stars being born and dying at once.

  [A DEEP, SMOOTH VOICE RISES FROM THE DARKNESS]

  “Well, well… look who wandered in.”

  [A SHADOW TAKES FORM]Out of the void steps a tall, ominous figure cloaked in bck mist, like he’s been sitting on a throne of nothingness. His face is hidden — not by a hood, but by the absence of form itself. His body bends light like a living silhouette.

  He leans forward slightly. The mist around him curls like smoke dancing to his voice.

  “A human? In this pce? Heh… bold.But… I can’t bme you. Everyone wants to skip reality for a while…”

  A pause. Long enough to feel uncomfortable.

  The shadow shifts — not walking, just moving, as if the world itself is repositioning him.

  “Let me give you a glimpse… a hint, of the world you're about to witness.”

  He raises his hand, fingers long and inhuman. A flick of his wrist, and a swirl of color — red, gold, and obsidian — begins to spiral around him like a dying gaxy.

  “In this world, there are races — more than you can count.Monsters with eyes like fme. Elves born from lightning. Demons who whisper curses.Mermaids that swim through clouds. Spirits older than time. Ghosts who remember too much…”

  Each race flickers as a ghostly image behind him, like glimpses into another dimension. Then — silence.

  “...And magic?”“Yes… magic is common. But power?”“Power is... twisted.”

  He pauses. A beat of stillness.

  Then —SNAP.

  His fingers click, and the entire void fractures like gss. The world begins to shatter around him — like a window punched by fate.

  [FLASH OF LIGHT — BOOM]Suddenly, colors explode into view — jagged shards of ndscapes, people screaming, magic cshing, fire raining from skies, ughter echoing with pain — and then everything colpses inward.

  [SCREEN GOES BLACK AGAIN]

  One final whisper:

  “Welcome… to the Shattered Veil.”

  [TITLE CARD APPEARS: "SHATTERED VEIL" – blood red kanji yered with gold particles, with a soft ethereal glow pulsing behind it]