Title: "Lady Justice: Fallen"
INT. ABANDONED COURTHOUSE - NIGHT
The moon seeps through shattered windows, casting pale beams across a dusty, desolate courtroom. Wind howls through the cracks. The silence is heavy.
At the center stands LADY JUSTICE.
Her blindfold is frayed, slipping from her eyes. One side hangs loosely, revealing a vacant, weary stare. Her scales lie broken on the floor, one plate overturned, the other cracked.
The sword, once gleaming, is rusted. It drags along the ground as she staggers forward.
LADY JUSTICE
(whispering)
What have I become?
She drops to her knees. Shadows stretch long, swallowing her form.
A distant GAVEL echoes, haunting and low. Lady Justice flinches, covering her ears.
LADY JUSTICE
(crying out)
Where is the balance? Where is the truth?
She grips the hilt of her sword, raising it high — then lets it fall, clattering to the floor.
The CAMERA PANS to the broken scales. A single feather drifts down, landing softly on the cracked surface.
Lady Justice reaches for the feather, trembling hands grasping at its delicate form.
LADY JUSTICE
(softly)
I was meant to protect.
The wind blows harder, extinguishing a lone candle. Darkness engulfs the room.
FADE TO BLACK, Lady Justice stands alone in an abandoned courthouse. The room is filled with shadows and moonlight. Her blindfold is frayed and slips over her eyes. One side of her scales lies broken on the floor. The sword she holds is rusted and drags on the ground as she moves. She kneels in despair, evoking themes of loss and moral decay. The atmosphere is haunting, filled with echoes of a gavel and whispers of disillusionment
