EXT. OPEN FIELD – GOLDEN HOUR
The sky blazes with the soft fire of sunset. Tall grass sways like waves under the breeze. A young girl, around 17, runs barefoot through the open field, her laughter carried by the wind. Her hair streams behind her like a ribbon of light, catching the sun with every step.
Wildflowers brush her fingertips as she reaches out—free, untethered. There’s no one else in sight. Just the endless horizon and the sound of her heart pounding, not from fear, but from something closer to joy.
For a moment, time slows. The world holds its breath. And in that breath, she is infinite—wild, alive, and untouched by anything but the wind and the sun.
