[Fade in from black]
[scene:]
A barren landscape stretches out for miles, giving way to rolling midnight hills. This silken night is broken only by a white path that winds its way through the nighttime landscape. The moon rests high to the North. It offers no comfort or clue as to the observer's surroundings. Off-screen two shades embrace, meeting gently and parting just the same.
They enter from the South standing side-by-side. They do not look at each other or touch and an unbroken distance forms between them. It is as if this had always been so and in fact, was meant to be. They pass over the distance, following the path's every turn, softly ascending North. They follow the path to its--and perhaps their- conclusion come what may.
[Fade]
[scene:]
The curtain of night lifts on a noontime school scene. Adolescent fancy and energy abound as the observer wanders the crowd. Jeans and sneakers pass in an endless stream around and below the observer, who is looking down without much thought. The sea of shoes parts before the shades, now fully of flesh. They their drift around fellow students, in front of a row of lockers, across the length of the corridor and around a corner.
They are still side by side, still untouching, though closer now.
The noise of the hallway recedes, giving the pair an intimate silence. The scene blurs around them, who pass effortlessly through the crowd to some unknown destination, still walking the path on which we met them.
An unspoken acknowledgment passes from one to the other,and back. It is their secret to keep and the gap is closed by two innocuous pinky fingers linking souls, linking understanding, ending time.
They are not together, though in a past life they stormed Mount Olympus, of this there is no doubt.
The hallway noise returns, and the shades are consumed by the tide, dissipate and blow away, sharing a secret smile before the end.
[fade to black]
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