The scene is framed from a low, wide- angle perspective, emphasizing the vast, empty airport terminal stretching into the distance. The camera tilts slightly upward, capturing towering glass walls and endless rows of vacant seats that seem to converge at a vanishing point in the far- off gloom. The lone traveler—a young man in a fitted black jacket and scuffed boots—moves forward with measured steps, his reflection flickering across the polished floor like a ghostly echo. Above him, dim departure screens flicker in eerie synchronization, casting a cold neon- blue glow on his face. Emergency exit signs hum softly in the periphery, their greenish hue breaking the monotony of artificial twilight. A breeze from an unseen source stirs a discarded boarding pass along the floor, its faint rustling the only sound in the cavernous space. Outside, barely visible through the misted- over glass, the shadowy outlines of grounded planes stand motionless, their presence a distant memory of movement long ceased