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[VISUAL]
Pitch black. A cold, surreal silence. Then—
A flicker of flame. A voice echoes in the dark.
???:
You're too late.
[VISUAL]
Sudden explosion of light — Rain stands in a burning hallway, watching Dawn's corpse smolder in a pool of blood.
RAIN:
DAWN—!!
[VISUAL]
He turns. More bodies. People he's known. Faces he's failed.
Everyone he's ever cared about — mutilated, piled, eyes staring at him.
[VISUAL]
One last body falls from the ceiling — his own reflection. Mangled. Smiling.
RAIN (internal):
What the fuck is this—
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[VISUAL]
A single glowing moon hovers above him in the dark.
The stars swirl around it… and suddenly shatter into dust.
[MOON PERSON] (V.O., cryptic):
When the essence of heaven chooses a vessel…
It does not whisper.
It devours.
[VISUAL]
A star-shaped sigil burns into Rain's chest as he screams.
CUT TO BLACK.
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[VISUAL]
Rain gasps awake.
Breathing heavy. Shirt drenched. Eyes wide.
DAWN (off-panel):
You good, corpse-boy?
[VISUAL]
He turns. He's in Dawn's room — her posters, her mess, her sarcasm.
A water bottle rests on the side table.
RAIN:
…What the fuck?
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[VISUAL]
Dawn stands with arms crossed, annoyed but obviously relieved.
DAWN:
You've been out for two days.
Didn't even twitch. I thought you were fuckin' dead or something.
RAIN:
Why the hell am I here and not in my room?
DAWN:
You tell me.
I woke up, and you were face-down on my carpet like a goddamn mannequin.
No wounds. No blood. Just… cold as shit.
RAIN (internal):
…What the hell happened?
Last thing I remember—
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[VISUAL]
Flashback — 80th floor, cartel suite.
Rain's body is broken, face bloodied, slumped beside a shattered TV stand.
Blood pools. His breathing slows. Eyes fading.
RAIN (internal):
I was done. Stabbed through. Couldn't lift my blade.
There was no backup. No exit. Just pain.
Then everything… went black.
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[VISUAL]
Back to the present — Rain stands up slowly. His body feels… normal.
No cuts. No scars. Just confusion.
RAIN:
Nah, this don't make sense. I was bleeding out. I felt my goddamn life slipping.
DAWN:
Yeah, well, guess death took a smoke break.
I'm just glad I didn't have to scrub your corpse outta my rug.
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[VISUAL]
Rain walks over to the window.
Afternoon sky — blank, empty. No stars. No sun. Just a cold blue.
RAIN (internal):
The stars…
They're gone.
[VISUAL]
Zoom out. No reflection of the stars.
Not in the sky. Not anywhere. Just static, uncaring air.
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[VISUAL]
Cut to a mountaintop bathed in darkness.
A shrined ruin, ancient, floating in the void.
Sitting cross-legged is the Moon Person, shrouded in robes.
MOON PERSON:
The stars once sang in harmony…
Now they sleep, buried inside the boy of blood.
Chosen not by fate… but by grief.
[VISUAL]
Their eyes glimmer with fragments of galaxies.
MOON PERSON:
He is their bearer.
Their cage.
Their weapon.
[VISUAL]
They look up at a half-lit moon.
MOON PERSON:
When the heavens scream again…
The world below will burn in silence.
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[VISUAL]
Back in Dawn's room.
Rain stares at his reflection in the mirror.
His pupils flicker — just for a second — with the faint pattern of a constellation.
He doesn't notice.
But the sky does.
[CAPTION]:
The stars have not vanished…
They're just waiting to wake up.
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[Panel 10 – Deep space. A dead universe. Fractured stars drift like shards of glass.]
Narration (off-screen):
There are some universes that never get born.
Some… are murdered.
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[Panel 11 – A shadowy figure kneels before a shattered star.]
Cloaked, with strange inscriptions glowing beneath the skin. A void-like presence with eyes that reflect galaxies.
Narration:
He is known by many names in many realities.
But most just call him… Mourn.
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[Panel 12 – Mourn rising, gripping a shard of a fallen star, black smoke whispering around him.]
MOURN (whispers):
Another one gone… and yet…
A new light dares flicker.
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[Panel 13 – Exterior. Earth. Friday morning.]
The sun rises over the city. Ordinary life drones on.
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[Panel 14 – Interior, Rain & Dawn's Smoke Shop.]
Rain is seated behind the counter, zoned out. A few stoners browse shelves lazily.
RAIN (inner monologue):
Like another Friday…
Cartel shootout.
80 floors of hell.
I should be fucking dead.
But I'm not.
And business is still open like nothing happened.
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[Panel 15 – Dawn walks out of the back holding inventory sheets.]
DAWN:
You gonna help, co-owner of the year?
Or just sit there brooding like Batman?
RAIN (inner monologue):
God forbid I take a moment to process existential whiplash.
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[Panel 16 – A customer exits, bell chimes.]
DAWN:
You're lucky you still have your spleen. You didn't even tell me what the hell happened.
You just… showed up in my bed. Like some haunted-ass corpse.
RAIN (grabbing a bag of chips):
I don't even remember how I got there.
Last thing I saw were the stars deleted out of the sky…
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[Panel 17 – Rain eats aggressively, Dawn notices.]
DAWN (eyeing him):
…You always eat like that or did dying give you the munchies?
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[Panel 18 – Close-up on Rain's blank stare, crumbs falling.]
RAIN:
Wasn't hungry 'til now.
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[Panel 19 – A small TV behind the counter plays a news broadcast.]
NEWSCASTER (on-screen):
…allegedly discovered a hidden crypt beneath Jerusalem.
Some believe it may be the actual burial site of Jesus Christ—
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[Panel 20 – Rain laughs mid-bite, chips falling.]
RAIN:
That's not where he was buried.
DAWN:
…The fuck?
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[Panel 21 – Rain stares at the screen, more serious now.
His voice drops a bit.
RAIN:
He was buried 47 miles northwest, in a mountain cave under a fig tree.
The walls were etched in dead languages.
There were two coins on his eyes… but they weren't Roman.
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[Panel 22 – Dawn stares.
DAWN:
How the fuck would you know that?
RAIN (quiet):
I don't know.
I just… do.
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[Panel 23 – Dawn steps back, slightly concerned.
DAWN (thinking):
This ain't normal. Something's wrong with him.
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[Panel 24 – Rain zones out again. A hum echoes in his ears.]
RAIN (inner monologue):
Why does it feel like my head's a fucking satellite?
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[Panel 25 – NIGHT. Rain sleeps restlessly in bed.]
He tosses and turns, soaked in sweat.
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[Panel 26 – DARK NIGHTMARE SEQUENCE begins.]
Visuals:
• Blood-slick floor.
• Dawn's severed body.
• The smoke shop in flames.
• The cartel leader holding Rain's head.
• Mourn standing in a black void smiling.
RAIN (screaming):
NO!
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[Panel 27 – A voice cuts through the black.]
MOON PERSON (off-screen, cryptic):
The stars scream in your sleep, Rain.
They mourn what you haven't lost… yet.
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[Panel 28 – Rain jolts awake in a field of white nothingness.
RAIN:
What the—?
Am I dead again?
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[Panel 29 – A figure stands before him. The Moon Person—now human-shaped. Wearing a hoodie, jeans, and sunglasses awkwardly tilted.
MOON PERSON:
Yo fam. What it do, my dawg?
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[Panel 30 – Beat panel. Rain blinks.
RAIN:
No. Just… no.
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[Panel 31 – Moon Person sighs and drops the act. His eyes turn silvery and ancient.
MOON PERSON:
Apologies. I'm… not yet fluent in the tongue of… vibes.
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[Panel 32 – Wide shot of the Grand Tether Nexus (G.T.N.)
A surreal dimension of constellations, spiraling gravity, floating obelisks, and doors from all timelines.
MOON PERSON (V.O.):
This is the Grand Tether Nexus — the heart of all Star Bearers across the multiverse.
You… are one of them now.
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[Panel 33 – Rain stands, awestruck. Stars swirl in the shape of symbols behind him.
RAIN:
What the fuck does that even mean?
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[Panel 34 – Moon Person turns, solemn.
MOON PERSON:
You carry the last soul-stars of your universe.
A collective consciousness. An ancient will.
Your body is a tomb and a weapon.
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[Panel 35 – Close-up on Rain's chest glowing faintly.]
MOON PERSON (V.O.):
But you don't know its name yet.
And until you do…
You're nothing more than a candle in a hurricane.
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[Panel 36 – Cut to deep space. Mourn enters Earth's atmosphere. A single word echoes across dimensions.
MOURN (whispers):
Found you.
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[Panel 37 – FINAL PANEL – Wide. Rain stands small in the Nexus. A million star-voices whisper behind him.
Caption:
And the stars held their breath.