INT. SOLENE’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
Dark. Still.
Moonlight spills across a cluttered journal, a mug of tea
long gone cold, and a bedside lamp flickering faintly.
CLOSE ON Solene (30s), asleep. Her brow furrows. Her chest
rises shallow—like her soul is remembering something before
her body can catch up.
BLACK SCREEN. A soft hum. Then:
WHISPERS (V.O.)
“Who are you?”
“Why are you here?”
“Remember…”
IMAGES BEGIN FLASHING
A young woman in a medieval village, staring up at the stars
while others kneel at a church altar. She turns away.
A nurse in a war zone, blood on her hands, whispering to a
dying soldier:
NURSE
“I feel like I’m not supposed to be
here.”
A child in ancient robes, standing alone in a circle of
candles, being asked by a council
COUNCIL
“State your origin.”
The child looks up, afraid—but radiant.
A 1950s housewife, folding laundry, staring blankly at the
TV, muttering:
HOUSEWIFE
“There has to be more than this.”
A woman in a space station, looking out at Earth, whispering
WOMAN
“I always end up in the wrong
world.”
Each vision dissolves into the next, pulsing to a soft
heartbeat. Then...
FINAL FLASH
Solene (present day) gasps awake, sweat on her brow. She
looks haunted—but calm.
She touches her chest, whispering:
SOLENE
(softly)
“Again.”
She sits up slowly, the weight of something ancient pressing
behind her eyes.
SOLENE (V.O.)
“That voice in my dreams… it’s
always been me. From before.”
DISSOLVE TO:
Genres:
["Fantasy","Mystery","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
2 -
Morning Reflections
INT. SOLENE’S KITCHEN – MORNING
Soft morning light filters in through gauzy curtains. The hum
of a fridge. The distant sound of life outside, a dog
barking, a garbage truck reversing.
Solene stands barefoot at the counter, staring at a slice of
toast she hasn’t touched. Steam curls from a cup of tea.
She moves slowly, like the world is on a different frequency.
ON THE FRIDGE - a few bills, a faded photo of her as a child
looking up at the stars, and a handwritten sticky note:
“Call Mom back.”
She hasn’t.
INT. BATHROOM – MOMENTS LATER
She brushes her teeth without looking in the mirror.
Finally, she glances up. Their eyes meet hers and her
reflection’s.
A long beat.
SOLENE (V.O.)
“Some mornings, I wake up feeling
like I’m only half here.
Like I left something behind... but
I don’t know where I left it.
Or what it even was.”
MATCH CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
3 -
The Vanishing Insight
EXT. CAFE – LATE MORNING
A small neighborhood cafe. Wind chimes tinkle near the door.
A chalkboard sign reads:
“Be the energy you want to attract.”
Solene sits at a table alone, journal open but untouched. Her
pen hovers, idle. She stares through the glass at people
walking by.
A WAITRESS sets down her drink with a polite smile.
WAITRESS
You always sit facing the window.
Solene looks up, surprised.
SOLENE
I do?
The waitress nods gently, already walking away.
Across the cafe, an OLDER WOMAN in a layered shawl is
watching Solene. Calmly. Not rudely, just... knowingly.
Their eyes meet.
Solene looks away, uncomfortable. She shifts in her seat.
SOLENE (V.O.)
“Sometimes I feel like people see
something in me that I can’t.
Like I’m wearing a name tag I
didn’t write.”
She gathers her things quickly and heads for the door.
As she passes the older woman’s table, the woman says quietly
—without turning:
OLDER WOMAN
You’ve always been looking for
something.
But it’s not out there.
Solene stops in her tracks. Turns slowly.
The woman is gone.
Just an empty chair and a half-finished tea.
She stands frozen a moment longer.
A breeze rustles her hair. The wind chimes ring once.
She glances down at her journal in her hand — still blank.
She walks away slowly, unsettled.
DISSOLVE TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy"]
Ratings
Scene
4 -
Searching for Self
INT. SOLENE’S BEDROOM – LATE AFTERNOON
Golden light filters in. The journal from this morning lies
closed. A laptop screen glows beside it — a job search page
open, multiple tabs idle.
Her phone buzzes. A message preview flashes:
FRIEND (TEXT)
“Any leads today? Don’t ghost again
????”
She doesn’t respond.
Solene sits cross-legged on the bed. A blank page stares
back. She tries to write:
“I feel like I…”
She stops.
Flips back through old pages. Scribbles. Doodles. Then—folded
in the back—a worn childhood drawing.
A little girl under a night sky. Stars. Constellations. A
figure alone, labeled in crayon:
“ME – not from here.”
Solene stares at it, breath shallow.
The lamp flickers.
Her phone glitches, screen flashing. A faint buzz hums, then
stops.
Stillness. Then...
A memory rises, uninvited
OLDER WOMAN (V.O.)
“You’ve always been looking for
something. But it’s not out there.”
Solene closes her eyes. The words sink in now, deeper than
they did this morning.
SOLENE (V.O.)
“What if I’ve been searching in all
the wrong directions?
What if the thing I’m missing… is
me?”
The hum returns - low, like memory vibrating through skin.
Her eyes close.
SMASH CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy"]
Ratings
Scene
5 -
Starlit Longing
INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT (FLASHBACK, YEARS AGO)
Flickering light from the TV washes over a young SOLENE (8)
sitting cross-legged on the carpet, wrapped in a star-covered
blanket. She’s sketching in a notebook - messy
constellations, eyes, spirals.
Her MOTHER (30s) folds laundry nearby.
YOUNG SOLENE
Mom?
MOTHER
Hmm?
YOUNG SOLENE
Do you ever feel like... you’re in
the wrong time?
MOTHER
What do you mean?
YOUNG SOLENE
Like you were supposed to be born
somewhere else. Or... later. Or
earlier.
Small pause
YOUNG SOLENE (CONT'D)
I don’t think I’m supposed to be
here.
Her mother sighs gently. Smiles — but it’s tired.
MOTHER
You’re here, baby. And that’s all
that matters.
YOUNG SOLENE
But I know things. Before they
happen. Like when Grandpa fell, or
that bird hit the window right
after I said it would.
MOTHER
You’ve got a wild imagination.
That’s not a bad thing.
YOUNG SOLENE
It’s not imagination. I see things
sometimes.
(Softer)
And people. Even when no one else
does.
Her mother pauses. Slowly folds a towel. Doesn’t look up.
MOTHER
Maybe don’t talk like that at
school, okay?
Solene looks down.
Then...
YOUNG SOLENE
Can we go outside later? To watch
the stars?
MOTHER
It’s late.
YOUNG SOLENE
I like it better when it’s quiet. I
feel like...
She searches for the word
YOUNG SOLENE (CONT'D)
Like I belong when I’m with the
stars.
Her mother finally looks at her - really looks - but says
nothing.
Just folds another shirt.
END FLASHBACK
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy"]
Ratings
Scene
6 -
Starlit Reflections
INT. SOLENE’S BEDROOM – EVENING - BACK TO PRESENT
Solene sits cross-legged on the floor, the same way she did
as a child.
Her journal lies open beside her, but she’s not writing.
She holds the childhood drawing again - the one labeled
“ME - not from here.”
She places it gently into the back of her current journal.
She looks up at the window. Night is starting to fall.
A breeze rustles the curtains, though the window is closed.
She walks over and opens it.
The street is still, but the sky - the sky is alive.
EXT. SOLENE’S STREET – CONTINUOUS
She steps outside barefoot.
The pavement is cool. A few porch lights glow faintly down
the block.
She tilts her head back - eyes scanning the stars.
One of them flickers. Then flickers again.
A plane? A satellite? Maybe.
Or maybe not.
SOLENE (V.O.)
“I used to feel small when I looked
at the stars.
Now I just feel... close.”
From a neighbor’s porch, a windchime sounds - the same tone
from the cafe.
Solene slowly smiles. Not because she understands - but
because it’s starting to feel like something sees her back.
FADE TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy"]
Ratings
Scene
7 -
Finding Purpose in the Stars
INT. SOLENE’S BEDROOM – LATER THAT NIGHT
Solene sits on her bed in the dark, laptop open but
forgotten.
The screen glows with an open tab: “Starseed symptoms” - not
searched by her.
She furrows her brow. Did she type that?
Another tab: “Signs you’re not from here.”
She closes the laptop.
Her gaze drifts to her journal again. She opens to a blank
page.
For the first time, she starts writing without hesitation.
ON THE PAGE
“I think I’ve always known.
That this life wasn’t the
beginning.”
The lamp flickers again. But this time - it doesn’t stop.
The light stabilizes into a low hum. A subtle geometric
pattern begins to form in the shadow cast across her wall —
almost like a constellation.
She notices. Approaches it slowly.
Reaches out. Doesn’t touch it — just feels it.
SOLENE (V.O.)
“What if I’m not here to escape the
chaos… but to soften it?”
She blinks. The pattern fades.
But she’s not afraid. She exhales — as if something just
landed inside her for the first time.
FADE TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy","Mystery"]
Ratings
Scene
8 -
Reflections of Faith
INT. SOLENE’S BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS
She stares at the fading constellation shadow on the wall.
She sits back on her bed, almost dazed.
Her eyes drift to the small bookshelf near her desk - tucked
between worn journals is an old children’s Bible, spine
cracked.
She pulls it out.
Opens to a random page.
Reads a single line. Then closes it.
SOLENE (V.O.)
“I used to believe every word.
Until I asked too many questions.”
She flips the book over. Looks at the cover.
SOLENE (V.O.) (CONT'D)
“Mom called it faith. I called it
silence.”
She slides the Bible back between the books.
Back to the journal.
WRITES SLOWLY
“Maybe I wasn’t abandoned. I just
kept searching for something
divine… in places it never lived.”
She exhales — as if something just landed inside her for the
first time.
The air feels different now. Still. A little fuller.
FADE TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy"]
Ratings
Scene
9 -
A Message from the Past
INT. SOLENE’S BEDROOM – EARLY MORNING
Soft light filters in.
Solene lies in bed, eyes open — not tired, just awake. She’s
been that way a while.
Her phone buzzes on the nightstand.
She reaches for it, expecting spam.
ON SCREEN
“You popped into my dream last
night.
(MORE)
ON SCREEN (CONT'D)
You said: 'Don’t forget who you
are.' Weird, right?”
- LILA
Solene blinks.
Lila. A childhood friend she hasn’t spoken to in years.
MATCH CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery"]
Ratings
Scene
10 -
Under the Stars: A Promise of Remembrance
FLASHBACK – EXT. BACKYARD – NIGHT (CHILDHOOD)
A warm summer night. The sky above is endless, glittering.
Young Solene (9) and Young Lila (9) lie on a trampoline under
the stars, wrapped in mismatched blankets.
A flashlight sits between them like a campfire.
YOUNG SOLENE
Lila... what would you do if I told
you I wasn’t from here?
YOUNG LILA
(blinks)
Like… not from Earth?
Solene nods, serious.
YOUNG SOLENE
Like maybe I came from the stars.
But I forgot. Until now.
Lila is quiet for a beat.
YOUNG LILA
Would you have to go back?
YOUNG SOLENE
Someday. Maybe.
YOUNG LILA
(softly)
Would I remember you if you did?
Solene looks at her. Then at the sky.
YOUNG SOLENE
I think... if someone loves you
enough, they don’t forget.
Even if it feels like they do.
YOUNG LILA
But I don’t want to forget.
YOUNG SOLENE
(smiles)
Then let’s promise. Even if I
disappear... even if I float away
into space...
YOUNG LILA
You’ll come back?
YOUNG SOLENE
I’ll find a way to remind you.
They pinky swear, silhouetted under the stars.
BACK TO PRESENT
Solene exhales slowly.
She stares at the message. Slowly sits up.
Opens her journal.
SOLENE WRITES
“I think the world is trying to
remember me too.”
She closes the journal and gets out of bed.
SOLENE (V.O.)
Today feels different.
Not louder.
But clearer.
MATCH CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy"]
Ratings
Scene
11 -
Awakening to Belonging
CONTINUED – INT. SOLENE’S BEDROOM – MORNING
She walks to her desk and opens her laptop.
A moment of hesitation.
She types into the search bar:
“Why do I feel like I’m not from
here?”
She hits enter.
Articles appear:
“10 Signs You Might Be a Starseed”
“Cosmic Origins: Old Souls on Earth”
“You’re Not Alone - You’re Remembering”
She clicks one. Scrolls.
Her eyes scan faster - every word lands like something she
already knew.
INSERT – LAPTOP SCREEN
“Many Starseeds experience a deep longing for ‘home’, but
cannot explain where home is.”
BACK TO SCENE.
Solene blinks. Her breath catches.
She whispers
SOLENE
“Yes…”
She leans back in the chair, the light from the screen
washing over her face.
FADE TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy","Mystery"]
Ratings
Scene
12 -
Finding Solace by the Sea
EXT. COASTAL TRAIL – EARLY EVENING
Golden light shimmers off the ocean in the distance. The
sound of crashing waves echoes gently in the background.
Solene walks alone along a dirt trail lined with wildflowers
and wind-swept trees. The air is crisp, alive. She inhales
deeply, eyes soft.
SOLENE (V.O.)
I used to think I was running away
from the world.
Maybe I’ve just been trying to find
where it hums the same way I do.
She rounds a bend - the ocean comes fully into view.
The tide is rising, slow and deliberate. The moon hangs low
and pale above it.
She closes her eyes. The breeze lifts her hair.
She doesn’t move - just feels.
INSERT – CLOSE ON HER HAND:
Her fingers slowly stretch outward, as if sensing the pull of
the waves. A seagull calls in the distance.
BACK TO SCENE
A faint, unspoken smile.
She steps off the trail and sits on a flat rock facing the
ocean.
For a long moment, she simply watches. Breathing with the
tide.
SOLENE (V.O.) (CONT'D)
It’s not loud.
But it’s everywhere.
This thing I thought I lost.
FADE TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy"]
Ratings
Scene
13 -
Reconnecting in the Night
INT. SOLENE’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
Solene sits on her bed, phone pressed to her ear. A warm
light pools around her — not too bright. Just enough to feel
safe.
MOM (V.O.)
“Solene? Is everything okay? It's
Late”
SOLENE
Yeah. I just… felt like calling
you.
A pause. Her mother softens.
MOM (V.O.)
“Well, that’s a nice surprise.”
Solene hesitates, then speaks.
SOLENE
Do you remember Lila? From when I
was little?
MOM (V.O.)
(Soft giggle)
“Of course. You two used to watch
the stars and draw space maps. Had
plans for being on the space
shuttle to find where you are from”
SOLENE
She messaged me today. Out of
nowhere.
MOM (V.O.)
“Really?”
SOLENE
Yeah. I had this weird feeling
about her last night.
Not just a thought - like a pull.
And then the next morning, she
reaches out.
MOM (V.O.)
(slower now)
“That’s not the first time that’s
happened to you.”
SOLENE
I know. It’s always been like that.
Since I was a kid. But I didn’t
know what to call it.
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy","Mystery"]
Ratings
Scene
14 -
Embracing Uniqueness
INT. SOLENE’S BEDROOM – NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)
Solene lies on her side, phone to her ear.
SOLENE
I’d think about someone and they’d
show up.
Or call. Or dream of me.
And I couldn’t explain it.
MOM (V.O.)
I remember.
You used to say the stars told you
secrets.
You always felt things before they
happened.
SOLENE
I still do.
But it used to scare me.
And then religion didn’t make it
better.
It just made me feel… wrong.
A pause.
MOM (V.O.)
You stopped going to church so
young.
You always had sooooo many
questions.
SOLENE
And no one wanted to answer them.
Or no one knew how... But..
(beat)
I started reading about something
called Starseeds.
MOM (V.O.)
Starseeds?
SOLENE
It sounds… out there.
But when I read it, it was like
reading about myself.
Like someone wrote my life down
without knowing me.
Dreams. Energy. Feeling like I
don’t belong.
But also like I’m here for a reason
- even if I can’t name it.
A long silence.
MOM (V.O.)
I don’t know about Starseeds,
honey.
But I’ve always believed you had
something in you.
Something most people don’t.
Maybe it’s guardian angels.
Maybe it’s something older.
Solene closes her eyes. Lets the moment settle.
SOLENE
Maybe it’s all of it.
Maybe we all came from stars…
But some of us just… remember the
glimmer.
Another soft pause. Her mom’s voice gentler now.
MOM (V.O.)
Whatever it is, you don’t have to
run from it.
You’ve always been searching.
But maybe now, you’re finding.
Solene smiles.
CUT TO BLACK.
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy","Spiritual"]
Ratings
Scene
15 -
Finding Peace in the Meadow
EXT. QUIET MEADOW – NIGHT
A sky full of stars. Crisp. Expansive. Alive.
Solene walks slowly, the grass brushing her fingertips. Each
step soft, grounded.
She lifts her gaze — not searching anymore, just receiving.
SOLENE (V.O.)
For so long… it felt like every
time I gained something, I lost
something else.
Jobs. Homes. Friends. Love.
Always in motion.
Like the universe was testing how
many times I could fall and still
look up.
She stops and breathes in...
MATCH CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy"]
Ratings
Scene
16 -
Reflections by the Shore
EXT. OCEAN SHORELINE – NIGHT
The wind shifts. Solene stands barefoot now, waves gently
rushing over her feet.
She closes her eyes - the stillness of night echoing inside
her.
SOLENE (V.O.)
But maybe… it wasn’t loss.
Maybe it was redirection.
Because now - everything feels like
it's clicking back into place.
She reaches down, fingers grazing the surface of the water. A
seagull calls in the distance.
SOLENE (V.O.) (CONT'D)
I used to think the world was
breaking me.
But it was just trying to show me
who I am.
DISSOLVE TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy"]
Ratings
Scene
17 -
Embracing the Stars
EXT. MOUNTAINTOP – NIGHT
Solene stands high above the earth, a vast starfield above
and below.
She touches her chest.
SOLENE (V.O.)
I’ve met people who knew — before I
did.
(MORE)
SOLENE (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Strangers who walked up and said,
“You have a gift.”
"You already know who you are.”
I thought they were crazy.
She chuckles softly - a sound of recognition, not dismissal.
SOLENE (V.O.) (CONT'D)
One woman… after my dad passed...
She told me those strange dreams
weren’t nightmares -
they were visits.
That I had a chance to finish the
conversation.
And I did.
She turns to the sky. Tears shimmer in her eyes, but they
don’t fall.
EXT. DESERT FLATS – NIGHT
The wind carries sand in soft waves. She walks alone - but no
longer lonely.
SOLENE (V.O.)
I don’t cling to beliefs anymore.
Not religion. Not fear.
I let go of needing to be right…
and started listening to what’s
always been here.
The stars.
The ocean.
The energy in me.
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy"]
Ratings
Scene
18 -
Awakening in the Meadow
EXT. BACK TO QUIET MEADOW – NIGHT
She returns - where she began.
Solene lifts her head. One star pulses slightly brighter.
She closes her eyes - not asking for answers. Just present.
SOLENE (V.O.)
I’m not lost.
I just forgot.
And now… I remember.
The wind stills. The world listens.
WHISPERS (O.S.)
"You were never just from this
world.
You are the seed between them."
Her breath catches. Then steadies.
She smiles - not because she understands everything, but
because she finally feels everything.
She walks forward into the field. Slowly. Peacefully.
FADE TO:
INT. SOLENE’S BEDROOM – MORNING
Sunlight pours through the window.
Her phone buzzes.
ON SCREEN – A message preview:
“Hi Solene, we’d love to offer you the position. Let us know
when you’re available to chat.”
She looks at it. Smiles.
Not because of the job — but because something is finally
aligning.
FADE OUT.