教皇的圣宴
· FutureMind
"0-3 s: The cup is filled with amber-colored wine, its surface perfectly still. Renard raises the goblet to eye level with an elegant, fluid motion.Through the crystal-clear wine, the viewer sees Silas standing opposite, his figure slightly distorted and blurred by the refraction of the liquid, as if he exists in an illusory world. At this moment, Renard’s voice is heard, relaxed yet laced with hidden sharpness: “Long time no see, Silas. You still look so good.” 4-7 s: Renard leans back slightly, his posture lazy and nonchalant, a distinct mocking smile playing on his lips. He continues, “There is blood in this wine, Silas. Can you smell it?” Meanwhile, a woman dressed in a luxurious silk gown leans against Renard’s shoulder and softly kisses his cheek. Renard remains indifferent to her affection, even tilting his head slightly to accept the kiss, yet his gaze remains locked on Silas opposite him. 8-12 s: Silas says, “What I smell is your rotting soul, traitor.” Just as he utters the word “traitor,” the action accelerates dramatically: Silas’s right hand draws a long sword hidden beneath the table with lightning speed. The blade reflects a cold glint as it is swiftly and precisely placed against Renard’s neck. The edge of the sword presses tightly against the skin, even indenting it enough to create a faint red mark. 13-15 s: The camera cuts to a close-up of Renard’s side profile. Facing the sharp blade pressed against his throat, Renard remains completely composed, not even raising an eyebrow. He calmly brings the goblet to his lips and takes a sip of wine, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He then sets the glass down, the cynical smile still lingering on his lips, and whispers, “I didn't forget things happened between us, dear one.” As he speaks, his left hand slowly rises, his fingers gently stroking the spine of the sword resting against his neck, the touch as tender as caressing a lover’s skin. He then used finger lifting the sword to his lips, and lowers his head slightly, and devoutly yet ambiguously kisses the cold steel of the blade."