Elara walks slowly down the center of the hall, her bare feet pressing against the cold, cracked tile. Her shoulders are hunched, and she glances nervously side to side with wide, darting eyes. Dust motes dance in the flickering light. The camera remains in a static, locked-off position at the end of the corridor. Off-screen voiceover (all characters have their mouths closed, no one is speakin...
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