[EXT. ELF VILLAGE – NIGHT]

  The sky is a vast ocean of velvet, glittering with endless stars. A duel moon hangs above the treetops — one rge 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 bnket, her new magical dress folded beside her like a pet curled up in sleep.

  She gazes upward, wide-eyed.

  Her eyes… suddenly glimmer — twin gaxies 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 snowfke suspended in time.

  [SUDDEN GLITCH – STATIC – SCREEN WARP]

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

  [BLACK SCREEN. THEN — CUT TO:]