Sample Opening Paragraph (script-style) Night. A hulking Kodak processing plant sleeps under sodium lights. The camera glides through an empty roller line, silver dust hanging in the air like stardust. Ray moves through the dark with the slow certainty of someone remembering how everything used to work—every lever, every feed. He fingers a stamped crate: PREPS 900512. His breath fogs the label. He looks up, and for a beat, the building feels alive again.
