Script
What if you could hear a scream locked inside wood?
In a forgotten room, a puppet sits slumped—its mouth sewn shut, trembling hard against the stitches. Shadows swallow nearly everything, but a heartbeat of amber light pulses in its chest, wild and desperate. Dust floats through icy blue air. The puppet shakes, alone, fighting to say something it can never quite remember. The strings pull tighter. The silence roars.
All it wants is one chance to be heard.