Rumi’s father takes a single slow, measured step forward, his face completely devoid of emotion. As he speaks, he waves his hand dismissively, treating Rumi as if he were nothing but trash. Dust particles float lazily in the harsh purple light that floods the room. The camera slowly zooms in on the characters. — a static shot emphasizing his position of absolute power. A monologue in English O...
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