Actress

Cromatica

EXT. DAY. NYC STREETS

A woman in her thirties is running through the streets of the city. Her hair is blue, she is wearing neon colored clothes. The city is dirty and gritty, filled with paintings over paintings and trash on the floor.
The images of a park, the trees, the singing of birds, children playing, a circle drawn with chalk on the floor, in its center big bold words written “SCREAM HERE”.
The woman enters the park, the contrast with the dirty streets slows her down. She encounters the circle, defeated she enters it.
She starts to scream. With the scream her environment changes, thunderstorms and rain, she is submerged with lights snd colors. Seeds growing from the ground, glass breaking. The waves of the ocean, light and darkness, the sunrise, the sunset, the stars, bursts of energy, cells dividing and multiplying.
Everything slows down, until she is left in a void, with the voice dimming, until she is screaming no more.
Darkness, the sound of a beating heart getting louder, the fast pace beating slows down, the fading image of the trees, the birds singing, the children playing. Her eyes looking directly at us.