How to LCD long shot

The camera pulls back, wide and deliberate, revealing a cavernous, darkened room bathed in a faint electric blue. In the center, a solitary LCD screen flickers softly—its slim, angular frame perched atop a steel desk that glints under the low light. Rows of empty chairs fan out around it, swallowed by shadow. Dust dances in slow motion, caught in the LCD's luminous aura, like distant stars drifting across a forgotten galaxy.

The room is silent, save for the soft hum of circuitry alive behind the screen. On the display, lines of code cascade in a hypnotic rhythm—green on black, constantly shifting, evolving. Each character seems to pulse with intention, a digital heartbeat echoing in the otherwise lifeless hall. It's not just a screen—it’s a portal, a mind, a sentinel in solitude.

Beyond the screen, high concrete walls rise like cliffs, cold and industrial. Faint outlines of cables and conduit snake up them, disappearing into shadowy recesses of the ceiling. The floor, polished but scuffed, mirrors the LCD’s glow, doubling the effect and casting long, stretched reflections that seem to reach toward infinity.

A single figure stands at the far end of the room—a silhouette, arms folded, face obscured by distance and darkness. They don't approach. They simply watch, motionless, as though waiting for the screen to speak, to decide, to reveal. The LCD, indifferent, continues its cascade of code, the glow intensifying as if sensing the presence watching it.

A subtle breeze rustles through the open vents above, stirring loose papers on nearby desks. One flutters near the LCD, momentarily obscuring its light before drifting gently to the floor. The display reacts—pauses—then changes. A new window opens. A face. Pixelated at first, then clear. Eyes open wide from the screen, staring directly forward, not at the room, but past it—through it.

The silhouette shifts.

Then, the camera pulls back further—out of the room, down the corridor, through layers of glass and wire—revealing a building full of similar rooms, each with its own glowing LCD, each casting the same silent blue gaze into the dark.