Movie Log Line: A teenage girl discovers a portal that warps her to a far away Mystical Forest from her dreams where she reconnects with her Great-Great Grandmother reincarnated as a spirited talking Willow Tree. The portal closes and she must rely on her last memories of her grandmother to save herself once morphed back home to reality.
(This monologue is the voiceover to the opening of my film Granddaughter Willow. The camera will pan back and forth from images of Sirene’s dream of the mystical forest and world where she visits the spirited Willow Tree to her home looking out the window at an actual Willow Tree in her backyard.)
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Sirene
Grandmother did not die. She lay awake in her final days, and when her voice began to fade, she whispered it in my ear. She would fathom the streams in the form of a fish, a silver-backed swimmer in the seams of the seas. She would turn into a bird and wander the sky’s whites and blues and blistering oranges on the brim of dawn. She would feed on sunlight and soil until her limbs burst into hundreds of fragile purple-petald offspring. And later, transforming into a tree… someday, not soon, she would once again be a child. The voice you hear is that of She. Strong willed and strengthened from that beloved willow tree. I visit her every night and she is the only ones who sees parts of me. She knows I hold within me dark hollowed holes and pained bent branches but says to me “Ladybug, I am still whole.. therefore you are still whole.” I ..am ..still ..whole. They say the truth will set you free. That must mean when we are not it is because we are trapped. Drowning in this world of lies. Unknowingly knowing what it means to live. Living but doing so unconsciously. How can one know what really is Truth when one and everyone has their deepest darkest secrets. It’d be nice for everyone to come to terms with themselves, freeing themselves from the lies, what is dark, what is not love, what is not truth. Lies programmed far from pure consciousness, that other shave told, that we have told ourselves so much that we have begun to believe and pass to others as if it were the truth. Care to know a secret of mine? That’s what I’m haunted by. A reality that no one will ever completely know the truth. I sit here ALONE IN THIS WORLD, wondering how, and why, and if I should be okay with that. How can I get others to tell the truth? How can I get others to recognize and see this Truth. Will this be my first story?
Movie Log Line: A teenage girl discovers a portal that warps her to a far away Mystical Forest from her dreams where she reconnects with her Great-Great Grandmother reincarnated as a spirited talking Willow Tree. The portal closes and she must rely on her last memories of her grandmother to save herself once morphed back home to reality.