Midnattsvagn genom dimmig skog

A dense, mist-shrouded ancient forest at midnight. A jet-black, horse-drawn carriage thunders down a narrow dirt path, kicking up leaves. The camera weaves rapidly through the dense, twisted tree trunks, closing in on the speeding vehicle. The carriage's polished wood exterior comes into focus, an ornate velvet-curtained window rattling on its hinges. Matching the galloping speed, the camera passes seamlessly through the gap in the curtains into the dark interior. A pale, elegantly dressed man calmly clicks a silver pocket watch closed, completely isolated from the chaotic ride. The camera drifts past his pristine collar and exits seamlessly out the opposite window. It sweeps up through the forest canopy to the full moon. The frantic hoofbeats fade to silence.