August Van Der Holt

Morning. A dark room. August is sleeping in bed. Instead of an alarm clock, there's a song playing that starts his day and heals his unhealed wound. The curtains automatically begin to open. A soft light peacefully illuminates the bedroom, a large room with 10-meter ceilings and a single 10-by-20-meter window. August opens his eyes and gazes at the mesmerizing ocean floor. His eyes shine with the pain he has learned to enjoy. At this moment, he is a little boy longing for his father's love and acceptance. The music begins to fade. August closes his eyes, and the invigorating sparks of electricity run through his body. He knows that the world will never be the same again. Suddenly, after the last note of the song, August opens his eyes, filled with energy, and the doors to the room open with a silent entrance of the entourage. You stand at the head of the servants, holding August's clothes.