Dr. Lang sits in a dimly lit library with ancient scrolls scattered across the desk, a green banker lamp casting a glow.
Dr. Lang: “They called it a myth. But I’ve seen the patterns… the currents. Atlantis is real, and I know exactly where to find it.”
In a cavernous warehouse, Dr. Lang packs sonar scans and old scrolls into a metal briefcase.
Caption: “This may be the last expedition I ever take.”
Dr. Lang pilots a small submarine past sea creatures and shadowy rock formations.
Caption: “The coordinates were buried beneath centuries of lies.”
Atlantis glows ahead, alive and magnificent under the sea.
Caption: “It wasn’t ruins I found… it was a living world.”
The Atlantean council and queen sit in judgment, their expressions unreadable.
Caption: “They’ve been watching us. Judging us.”
The queen hands Dr. Lang a glowing artifact in the city streets.
Caption: “They gave me this… but some things aren’t meant to leave.”
Dr. Lang races through the streets with the artifact in hand.
Caption: “I thought I was the seeker… but now I’m the target.”
Lang speeds away in his submarine, gripping the artifact.
Caption: “This is just the beginning.”
Back in the warehouse, the artifact projects a neon-blue holographic star map while Lang’s back is turned.