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A slow, cinematic short film set at dawn in a forgotten seaside town that feels slightly out of time. The streets are empty, wet from an overnight rain. Storefronts glow faintly but no one is inside. The ocean is calm, almost holding its breath.

The camera moves with intention—long, patient dolly shots and locked-off frames. No handheld chaos. Light behaves realistically: soft blue morning haze, reflections in puddles, subtle lens bloom as distant streetlamps shut off one by one.

There is no single protagonist. The town itself is the character.

A newspaper flutters down an alley.
A radio clicks on by itself in a closed café, playing a gentle, imperfect piano melody.
A lighthouse beam sweeps once… then stops.

Visual tone is poetic realism—grounded, tactile, and quiet. No surreal elements. No spectacle for its own sake. Every movement feels motivated. Every cut feels deliberate.

Emotional arc: quiet melancholy → calm acceptance → fragile hope.

End on a static wide shot of the ocean horizon as the sun finally breaks through low clouds. Hold longer than feels comfortable. Let the silence do the work.

Style influences: Terrence Malick restraint, early Pixar environmental storytelling, Roger Deakins–style natural light.

No dialogue.
No text.
No narration.

The story is told entirely through space, light, sound, and time.