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A modern American cemetery at dawn, pale morning light filtering through oak trees. All characters are white American, realistic and grounded in appearance. Close-up: an elderly white American man in an expensive coat kneels at a granite headstone, shoulders shaking as he weeps silently. His weathered hands tremble against the cold stone. Cut to: a small white American boy, dirt-streaked and thin, stirring awake against the same headstone. His eyes open—confused, exhausted. He sits up slowly and sees the old man. The boy speaks softly, "Are you okay, mister?" The old man's head snaps up. His face goes pale. He stares at the boy, then at the names carved in the stone, then back at the boy. His mouth opens but no sound comes out. Close-up on his eyes—guilt, horror, recognition. The boy tilts his head, innocent and curious. "Do you know my parents?" The old man's lips move. One whispered word: "Yes." No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays. Cinematic, realistic, grounded tone, no subtitles.

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A modern American cemetery at dawn, pale morning light filtering through oak trees. All characters are white American...

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