Master Style. A slow, grand, sweeping pan across the desolate landscape. Start on the crying woman, move to the old man, then the boy. Finally, the camera tilts up to the line of silent, unmoving angelic Observers, standing against the oppressive, dark sky. The wind howls, carrying dust. On-screen dialogue (characters speak with lip-sync): Рассказчик: "Вневременье. Граница миров. Где боль одно...
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