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1. **Opening Shot, (5 Seconds), (**:1), **Scene**, A vast, abandoned baroque palace with towering cracked columns. Peeling frescoes and soot-stained ceilings loom overhead. The camera glides slowly forward, revealing a lone figure emerging from the shadows. , **Subject**, A ghostly, pale woman, (35 years old), with stark white painted skin, her extremely long black hair cascading like ink down her slender, nude body. Her wide hips sway subtly as she walks, her flat chest adorned with large, oval areolae. She wears only a sheer black robe embroidered with tarnished gold motifs, barely concealing her form, and towering black heeled sandals that click ominously against the stone. , **Movement**, Her haunting, deliberate strides transition into slow, fluid dance gestures—elongated fingers tracing the air, arms arcing like whispers. Her mascara-smudged eyes lock onto the camera with a chilling, serious expression, as if she’s both the mourner and the specter of the palace itself. , **Lighting**, High-contrast chiaroscuro—cold moonlight slashes through broken stained glass, casting sharp shadows that amplify her ethereal presence. Dust motes swirl in the beams. , **Sound Design**, Distant echoes of her footsteps, the rustle of decaying fabric, and a faint, dissonant harpsichord note lingering in the air. , **Camera**, Slight Dutch angle to heighten unease, close-up of her face as a single autumn leaf catches in her hair, then pulls away to a full-body portrait as she vanishes into deeper shadows.