EXT. FOREST - MORNING
The forest bears the scars of fire, the ground littered with blackened charcoal and ash. Morning sunlight pierces through the thick smoke, casting an eerie red glow.
The TIME TRAVELER (tattered clothes, face smeared with ash) stands weakly on a hill, staring vacantly at the burned forest, his body trembling slightly.
TIME TRAVELER (whispering, anguished)
Weena—! Weena—! Where are you—?!
The TIME TRAVELER collapses to his knees, his hands grasping helplessly at the ash beneath him.
TIME TRAVELER (voice trembling)
Weena, don’t leave me… please…
He picks up a charred piece of wood, engraved with the name “Weena,” something they had carved together.
TIME TRAVELER (clutching the wood to his chest in pain)
Why… why did this happen…?
He closes his eyes, tears trickling down his cheeks, falling onto the scorched earth. The surroundings are eerily silent, only the sound of the wind rustling through the treetops, as if mocking his helplessness and despair.

EXT. RIVERBANK - NOON
The TIME TRAVELER aimlessly walks along the dry riverbed, which is cracked and littered with the bodies of dead fish, emanating a nauseating smell.
He stops, leaning weakly against a large rock, the sun beating down on him, making him dizzy.
TIME TRAVELER (murmuring)
Is this all real? Weena, are you really…
He recalls the day he met Weena, a sunny afternoon when she stood on a hillside covered in flowers, her smile warm like the sun.
TIME TRAVELER (inner monologue)
Weena, if only time could turn back, I would cherish every moment we had together…
He pulls out a pocket watch from his pocket, a gift from Weena, now his only cherished memory.
TIME TRAVELER (caressing the watch, voice hoarse)
Weena, where are you? I miss you so much…
He presses the watch tightly to his chest, as if that could help him feel her presence. In the distance, the caw of crows breaks the silence of the forest, harsh and foreboding, a harbinger of death and despair.
The TIME TRAVELER slowly rises, his eyes filled with sorrow and confusion, unsure of where to go or what the future holds.
[FADE OUT]

