Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2016 22:31:14 GMT -5
[Open to a windowsill rattling on a blustery October Night. Our view closes in on the crescent moon.]
"This is the way the world ends."
[Pan left to someone, unlit, slouched in a rocking chair. An old hardback sits splayed in their hands.]
"This is the way the world ends ... not with a bang, but a whimper."
[Lightning pearls, revealing a large man wearing a plague doctor's mask. He closes the book. [cut]]
"This is the way the world ends."
[Pan left to someone, unlit, slouched in a rocking chair. An old hardback sits splayed in their hands.]
"This is the way the world ends ... not with a bang, but a whimper."
[Lightning pearls, revealing a large man wearing a plague doctor's mask. He closes the book. [cut]]
