Djali stands in front of the gate. It’s looming. The words over it read “L’amor che muove il sole e l’altre stelle.” (Love which moves the sun and the other stars)
We see both sides of the gate—one way is a black void, the other you can see through. The gate sort of looks like a stonehenge.
He sighs, and the wind picks up his hair, we can see he has...fangs. Maybe if you pay well enough attention, you pick up that his ears are long donkey ears.
Takoda: Excuse me, sir, this area is off-limits.
Djali turns, and sees Takoda, a deer-like monster who has a rake and looks very much like a gardener.
The gardener tilts his head
Takoda: Oh, you’re a hybrid?
Djali: Is that a problem?
Takoda: Of course not, but it does change things. Well? Are you going to give a shot? Walk right on through?
Djali: Waltz right on over there like a total asshole? Just march right on in to the nearest diner and eat a hamburger with humankind?
Takoda: I would like to see that.
Djali, looking back at the gate, crying: ...Why would I ever want to leave Chiaroscuro?
Djali sniffs and Takoda walks to his side.
Takoda: Then why are you here, son?
Djali sighs
Djali: ...just paying my respects...
Takoda: hm? It’s not a grave, my boy. The people in there are very much alive.
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Takoda: I’ve worked here a long time. Everyone does it eventually. Finds themselves here, at the gate...and I’ll find them standing here just like you…frustrated...tired...lonely...their bleakest moments...
Djali nods. He’s crying, but the Takoda doesn’t say anything.
Djali: Aren’t you afraid of it?
Takoda looks up quizzically. We look back at the gate.
Djali: those words, there on the gate?
Takoda, smiling: Always.
Takoda: Humans have a saying: If a tree falls in a forest, and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
Djali: I have read a book, old man, I know that saying.
Takoda: ...If you listen very closely, you can hear the other side…Sometimes you can hear lost conversations, secret whispers, affirmations of love...what do you hear?
Djali and he lean their heads towards the gate, listening. zoom in on the darkness. A sound cccfrrrrkrkrrcckccrk!!!!!!!!!!(this is the same sound effect as the car). Djali falls over in shock.
Takoda: ah! Another tree falls!
Djali: So what does that make me? What does that make you? Does that make us no one?
Takoda smiles: ...depends on the tree...