From a low, static perspective on the floor, David's hand reaches out and carefully picks up the tiny piece of grey clay. He pulls it toward him, his fingers brushing the floor. A gentle breeze moves the dust motes in the light beam, adding a sense of quiet magic to the moment. Off-screen voiceover (all characters have their mouths closed, no one is speaking on screen): Voice: Warm, gentle fem...
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