255. Rocking Chair Meditations - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY


• Light filters onto the massive concrete floor through windows filmed with thick dust.


• The room is ringed with large shelves all filled with large books, each numbered.


• LENA sits in an wicker rocking chair in the center of the building, dressed in a hitch skirt and a corset; a pair of goggles rests on her forehead.


• The chair is surrounded by blown glass candle holders, which hang from the ceiling.


• The chair is surrounded by blown glass candle holders, which hang from the ceiling.


• She rocks back and forth thoughtfully.


• One of the massive book sits on her lap, dusty and worn with age.


• Flipping the book open she flips past images of strange creatures; fauns, unicorns, cherubim covered in eyes and wings, dragons, and creatures completely unrecognizable.


• She turns to a new section, revealing sketches and designs for dolphins, panthers, elephants, platypuses.


• She smiles at the platypus sketches, then nods.


• LENA
• It's time.


• She extends her hand, palm upwards and blows gently.


• A dark shadow appears above her hand, a dark planet wreathed in clouds.


• LENA
• Let there be light.


• Winds sweep across the planet surface, the dark clouds vanishing, allowing the light of a nearby star to touch the planet's surface, the rich cobalt waters sparkling for the first time in sunlight as blood red veins of magma flow underneath.


• She smiles.


• LENA
• Beautiful, let's get to work.


• She reaches for the planet and begins to sculpt it as we pull away.


• FADE TO BLACK.