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INT. AIYUE'S CHAMBER - NIGHT

AIYUE carefully rolls up the scroll, tying it with a silk ribbon. She places it on a small shelf, among other scrolls she has written over the years. Each one holds a piece of her soul, a reflection of her thoughts and emotions, captured in ink and paper.

WIDE SHOT: AIYUE IN HER CHAMBER

She stands by the window, looking out at the night sky. The city is quiet now, the streets dark and empty. The moon casts a pale light over the rooftops, and a soft breeze stirs the curtains.

CLOSE-UP: AIYUE'S FACE

Her expression is calm, but there is a heaviness in her eyes. The poem she has written is a reflection of her reality—a life of luxury, but also one of confinement. She is admired, desired, but never truly free.

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