Fade-in: A dusty, black-and-white film reel crackles to life on the editing suite's screen. The opening shot pans across a dimly lit speakeasy, cigarette smoke swirling like a veil of secrecy. A flapper girl, her beaded fringe shimmering under the faint light, twirls around the dance floor. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows - a fedora-wearing stranger with an air of mystery. He lingers at the periphery, always just out of frame, his eyes locked on the revelers as if searching for something or someone. The camera cuts away, but the enigmatic presence persists, haunting each scene like a ghostly apparition..FluxBoost,
