The Genie's voice becomes calm and deep, carrying the weight of ages. Delivers the line with space after it. Then a slight hesitation before the final word — as if the word costs something. Cut to close-up on Lena's face — recognition beginning to move behind her eyes. She speaks barely above a whisper. The Genie takes a slow full deliberate inhale — the kind that precedes something that matter...
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