[Dark screen. Whispering wind. The faintest hum begins.]
Narrator (deep, ominous voice):
“In the town of Ashbrook… the children returned. But they are not the children you knew.”
[Quick flashes: silver eyes glowing in the dark, empty streets, broken water tower, a shadow moving across the cornfields.]
Narrator:
“They are the watchers… the vessels… the harvesters of fear.”
[Close-up: a small hand presses against a window from the outside. The glass ripples like water. A smile too wide, too knowing.]
Narrator:
“And somewhere… he waits.”
[The hum rises. The shadows stretch. A child disappears into the night. Silence. Then just a single word in a whisper:]
Voice: “Soon…”
[Screen goes black. The faint hum continues.]
Stay tuned....
Source: Some or all of the content was generated using an AI language model
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