Amara's hands trembled as she brushed away the final layer of sand. After three months of digging, three months of doubt, there it was - the edge of something ancient and magnificent. Her mind raced through possibilities. Could this actually be the lost temple? The one her grandmother had told stories about, the one other archaeologists had dismissed as legend?
She thought of all the people who had called her foolish - her professors, her colleagues, even her own father. "Chasing myths," they had said. But here, beneath her fingertips, was proof that the myths were real.
The desert wind carried the scent of rain, impossibly, in this dry place. Amara closed her eyes and smiled.
[WIDE SHOT: Desert dig site at golden hour. Wind whips sand.]
[CLOSE-UP: Amara's hands brushing sand. Her breath catches.]
[MUSIC: Soft, building orchestral theme begins.]
[FLASHBACK MONTAGE (10 seconds): Quick cuts - professor shaking head, father looking disappointed, papers marked "REJECTED," Amara alone at night studying maps]
[RETURN: Extreme close-up of carved stone emerging from sand]
[PULL BACK: Amara's face - tears streaming but smiling]
[MUSIC SWELLS. FADE TO BLACK.]