A central character sits on the edge of an old wooden stool in a dimly lit, cluttered attic. An ominous web of shadows cast by the faint light from a single gloomy bulb creates a sense of eerie uneasiness as it dances over worn-out toys, books, and the spiderweb-infested corners of the attic. Bursts of warm color from a dusty rug and faded curtains contrast the otherwise dull, monochromatic surroundings. In the background, a small rectangular window overlooks a tiny sliver of the moon against a black sky. The camera slowly zooms in on the character’s face, highlighting his intense focus and the countless wrinkles etched deep into his skin from age and countless trials. The character takes a deep breath, breaking the silence with a tale told timelessly but not quite a zillion times.