OPEN ON: Nothing. The world is black. There is no sound. Except -- A heavy exhaled breath. Then silence. Then air whistled in through tight nostrils and held, then exhaled. Then the pattern repeats ... VOICE
I remember the first time I saw it, tried to find words to describe it, but I couldn’t ... Nothing had prepared me -- no books, no teachers, not even my parents ...
A FACE FILLS THE FRAME. Or most of one. Eyes the color of caramel sit in a face freckled from a life spent outside. They stare into the distance toward an ocean of pale yellow grass ... VOICE (CONT’D)
I heard a thousand stories, but none could describe this place. It must be witnessed to be understood. And yet ...
Hard to say where lands ends and sky begins -- the yellow grass bleeds into the pale blue sky in a hazy soup of color -- as if God was frustrated by the horizon for some unknown offense and smashed earth and sky together. BACK WITH THE EYES -- Blinking. Tears run from them, cutting a path through the dirt on her face. VOICE (CONT’D)
I’ve seen it ... And understand it even less than before I first cast eyes on this place.
The eyes and freckled face belong to a girl, seventeen maybe. Long and lean, like a young horse. Her name is ELSA. Somehow, Elsa lays in shade while the world around her is bathed in sunlight. She peeks out at the sunny world like a terrified child peering out from under her bed ...
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