Chapitre 29: Chapter 5: The Forgotten Interior
The interior of Elysian Films studio greets me with an unsettling silence,
Each step stirring up clouds of dust that hang in the stale air.
The light filtering through the boarded-up windows creates a ghostly haze,
Casting long shadows that dance eerily across the floor.
Broken props and discarded equipment litter the space,
Their once-vibrant colors now dulled by layers of grime.
I move cautiously through the main hall,
The creak of the wooden floorboards amplifying the stillness.
The room is an archive of forgotten creativity—film reels scattered haphazardly,
Their metallic glint barely visible beneath the dust.
Old lighting rigs,
Now rusted and covered in cobwebs,
Droop like broken skeletal arms.
The remnants of past sets are strewn about,
Including faded backdrops that depict fantastical landscapes now almost indistinguishable from the peeling paint.
My flashlight cuts through the darkness,
Illuminating a room off to the side where the remnants of an old set lay strewn in disarray.
The walls are lined with faded murals depicting epic scenes—a battle between mythical creatures,
A grand celestial palace.
The colors,
Once rich and vibrant,
Are now muted,
As if the walls themselves are retreating from the memory of their former glory.
I find a stack of old film scripts on a dilapidated table.
The pages are yellowed and brittle,
Their edges curling upwards like the pages of a forgotten book.
I carefully leaf through them,
the titles and handwritten notes revealing a mix of genres and themes—mythical tales,
Grand epics,
And dark mysteries.
Each script is a fragment of the studio's storied past,
Hinting at the creativity that once thrived here.
As I continue my exploration,
I come across an old projection room.
The projector,
Once a centerpiece of cinematic magic,
Now stands like a forgotten sentinel,
Covered in dust.
I trace my fingers along its surface,
Feeling the cool metal beneath the grime.
The reels on the shelves are tangled and dusty,
Their labels long since faded.
I wonder if any of these films hold clues to the studio's history or if they are simply forgotten relics of a bygone era.
A sudden chill makes me shiver,
And I can't shake the feeling that I'm being watched.
I turn sharply,
Scanning the room with my flashlight.
Shadows move across the walls as if alive,
Flickering with every shift of the light.
The silence presses in around me,
Rhick and suffocating,
As if the very air is holding its breath.
In the corner of the room,
I spot something that sends a shiver down my spine—strange symbols etched into the wall.
The markings are intricate and mysterious,
Their origins unknown.
They are arranged in a pattern that seems almost ritualistic,
A dark tapestry woven into the studio's history.
I take a few photos,
My hands trembling slightly as I capture the enigmatic symbols.
Continuing deeper into the studio,
I come across a room that appears to have been a dressing area.
The mirrors are cracked and covered in dust,
The vanity tables littered with broken makeup and forgotten costumes.
On one of the mirrors,
Someone has scrawled a message in the dust:
"The past is not what it seems." The words are haunting,
Resonating with a sense of foreboding.
I examine the costumes hanging in the wardrobe.
They are moth-eaten and threadbare,
Their grandeur lost to time.
Each piece tells a story,
From elaborate gowns to tattered cloaks,
Hinting at the fantastical worlds that once played out within these walls.
The sense of history here is almost palpable,
A whispering reminder of the studio's former glory and the secrets it may hold.
As I reach the end of my exploration,
I'm struck by a feeling of melancholy.
The studio is a shell of its former self,
A once-thriving hub of creativity now reduced to a haunting memory.
Yet, amidst the decay and neglect,
There is an undeniable allure—an invitation to uncover the truth behind its mysterious past.
The more I explore,
The more I feel drawn into its enigma,
Determined to unravel the story that lies hidden in its shadows.
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