Sussurros na Escuridão

Scene 1 — Interior, quarto escuro, noite A small bedroom lit only by faint

streetlight leaking through the window. A young adult sits curled up on his bed,

back against the wall. The room feels heavy, silent, almost suffocating.

Camera slowly approaches him from chest level, revealing his tense posture. Scene 2 — Close-up

on the boy His face is illuminated by the cold glow of his phone. His expression is

empty and exhausted, the kind of emptiness that hides long-term internal battles. One hand holds the

phone; the other presses anxiously into his own thigh, fingers digging into the flesh as

if punishing himself. Camera focus on the trembling fingers, then back to his vacant eyes.