LOCATION: St. Petersburg Airport, Private Jet Terminal
TIME: Early Morning – the sky glows with a pale golden hue.
EXT. PRIVATE AIRFIELD – DAWN
Light snow is falling. The air carries not just cold, but a quiet sadness.
CAMERA PANS —
ALIA walks slowly, wearing a long white coat, sunglasses on — as if trying to hide her eyes from the world.
Behind her, a line of luxury cars — Rolls Royce, Maybach, Bentley, all parked in solemn silence.
Ahead — a private jet, waiting.
VIKTOR stands still, hands in his coat pockets, silently watching.
His eyes suppress emotion.
ALIA turns to look at him.
A soft, cold smile.
No tears — because she doesn't cry when she breaks.
ALIA (softly, just once)
"I'll come back…"
VIKTOR (a faint smile)
"Go, Alia.
I'll take care of your child.
With the same quiet love… like you did."
Alia pauses for a moment, then walks on.
INT. JET – BOARDING STAIRS – CONTINUOUS
As Alia boards the jet, security surrounds her.
Everyone's eyes follow her — because she's not just a woman,
She's ALIA VIOLET — a legend, a sculpture of pain, a void everyone loves.
Visual Cut:
Behind her — the lined-up cars.
Viktor holding her small child in his arms.
And beyond that — the life she once lived.
ALIA (V.O.):
"I'm leaving…
But only I know what I'm leaving behind.
I'm promising to return…
But my heart has already stayed behind somewhere.
This time, it's just the body taking flight into the skies."
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JET TAKES OFF
The jet rises into the sky.
Below, the snow-covered earth shrinks.
So does Viktor, standing alone.
SCENE: "Arrival in Korea"
LOCATION: Incheon International Airport, Seoul
TIME: Two hours later, early morning
EXT. INCHEON AIRPORT – DAYBREAK
The private jet descends smoothly — the first light of the sun spilling across the sky.
ALIA steps onto the corridor, surrounded by a few staff and professional bodyguards.
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INT. AIRPORT LOUNGE
Flashes from cameras.
The loud hum of paparazzi.
Journalists and fans crowd to catch her presence.
SFX:
"Alia! Alia!"
CROWD (excited):
"Alia! We love you!"
"Look at her! She's here!"
CAMERA PANS
Alia's bodyguards swiftly move to secure her.
BODYGUARD (low voice, focused)
"Miss Alia, please stay close. Lots of media."
ALIA (calm but slightly tired)
"Let's keep moving. I don't want to stop now."
CAMERA FOLLOWS
Alia walks swiftly with her guards.
Flashes blaze around her, but she remains composed.
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A celebrity (unknown to Alia) follows behind, calling out:
"Alia! Wait! Alia!"
ALIA (whispers to her bodyguard)
"Who is that?"
BODYGUARD (alert)
"Probably a fan. Or someone trying to get close. Should we alert security?"
ALIA (head held high)
"No. Not now."
SCENE: "She Breaks"
LOCATION: Outside Incheon Airport, near a black luxury car
TIME: Early morning, soft fog in the air
EXT. AIRPORT PARKING – EARLY MORNING
A black-tinted luxury car arrives.
Alia is surrounded by her team — everything perfectly choreographed.
Suddenly, just before stepping into the car…
She stops.
Her eyes gleam — but is it emotion, exhaustion, or shadowed memory? It's unclear.
BODYGUARD (concerned)
"Miss Alia, please step in. Crowd is gathering again."
ALIA (a near-whisper)
"…Just wait…"
She steps slightly away —
Her feet stumble in heels. She crouches, then sinks to her knees.
CAMERA CLOSE-UP:
Alia hides her face in her hands.
Her breathing is heavy.
As if, in the middle of all the people and all the fame —
the emptiness inside her finally spills out.
PASSERBY (in awe):
"Is that… Alia Violet?"
"She's crying?"
BODYGUARD (urgent, signaling team)
"Clear the area. Get her inside. NOW."
ALIA (soft, broken — to herself)
"I'm tired…
So many lights…
But why is it still so dark inside me?"
SFX:
Camera shutters. Paparazzi capturing the moment.
FLASHES.
A tear slips from her eye —
missed by everyone… except the flash of a lens.
Alia slowly composes herself and rises.
The bodyguards hold the car door open.
Camera flashes dim. The city feels… paused.
Just then...
CAMERA ZOOM-IN — ALIA'S EYES
She stares at someone.
Her expression slowly fills with shock.
ALIA (soft whisper):
"…No… It can't be…"
CAMERA REVERSE ANGLE — WHO SHE SEES
A boy, around 33.
Dark hair, eyes like glass with a reddish tint.
Wearing ordinary clothes — but the way he moves, stands…
uncannily familiar.
ALIA'S INNER MONOLOGUE (V.O.):
"He feels so familiar…
Those eyes… that fire…
The way he walks…
Is this… Anashia…?"
BODYGUARD (noticing)
"Ma'am, are you okay? You need to move now."
ALIA (still locked in eye contact)
"…Who is that boy…?"
THE BOY (ANASHIA) looks back.
For a second, their eyes meet.
His gaze is confused…
as if he doesn't know her,
but feels something.
ALIA (softly, to herself):
"You… do you know…
Who you look like?"
SFX:
Alia's hair flows in the wind.
The boy slowly walks into the crowd.
Alia wants to follow…
But something holds her — fear, doubt, or the weight of the past.
ALIA (V.O.):
"In this city,
someone still carries that fire in their eyes…
A fire that someone once didn't just love,
but tried to understand."
There was a damp mist hanging in the air over Seoul.
The sky was clouded, but the sun tried to press through — the way a memory sometimes cuts through silence.
When Alia stepped through the gates of the Grand Luma Hotel, the paparazzi were still waiting.
A few flashes hit her face, but she didn't flinch.
She didn't turn.
She simply walked forward, sunglasses hiding eyes that had seen too much.
She let out a long breath, as if whispering to herself:
"How much farther must I keep walking?"
The Grand Luma Hotel looked like a palace made of glass —
unapologetically luxurious, but touched by a certain cold perfection.
Even the flowers seemed sculpted.
Even the light didn't feel real — it felt designed.
They led her to the penthouse suite.
Two stories high, with a balcony that opened to the Han River.
Below, the city of Seoul stirred awake.
But above… was Alia's silent kingdom.
She stood quietly at the window.
The long white curtains danced in the breeze.
Her reflection stared back at her from the glass —
and for a moment, she shivered.
Because the woman in the window didn't quite look like her anymore.
She looked like someone who had walked too far, for too long,
and no longer remembered what home felt like.She took off her coat gently.
Removed her necklace.
Her fingers shook as she placed each piece on the marble table —
The metallic sound echoed in the stillness of the room.
Then, wordlessly, she walked into the bathroom.Leaning slightly forward, as if to look deeper into her own eyes.
They were tired. Red around the edges.
But something else lived behind them —
A fire?
A memory?
That boy's face came back to her.
Those reddish eyes…
That haunting familiarity…
The way he walked — the rhythm…
That fire.
The same fire she once knew.
Once feared.
Once loved.She closed her eyes.
No words escaped her lips, but inside, her mind whispered:Who were you...?
What did I see in your face...?
Was it a piece of me I had lost…?
Or some curse I thought I'd buriedNight fell slowly.
She lay on the king-sized bed, still in the same clothes.
Her makeup smudged at the edges.
The soft ticking of the antique clock filled the room.
The city's lights blinked through the glass wall like stars — too far to touch.
Her phone buzzed again.
Calls. Messages. Reminders.
The production team. Her manager. Brands. Agents.
Everyone wanted a piece of Alia Violet.
Instead, she reached into her bag and pulled out a photo.
Small. Framed.
Her child.
She placed a hand gently on the frame and whispered,
"Today I saw something...
Something that made time stop for a second.
Eyes like yours.
Another pair.
But I don't know if it was a shadow from the future,
or an echo from the past."
She answered no one.the window.
Alia stands in silence.
Behind her — the glowing skyline of Seoul.
In front — her reflection in the glass.
Outside, clouds still cover the sky,
but just between them —
a single star appears.Stars don't all die,"
she thinks,
"Some just move behind the eyes.
And when the time is right…
They shine again."