Two seasoned film critics sat in a dimly lit screening room, waiting for the premiere of Eclipsed Fate, the film marking Snow Cross's return after a decade-long absence.
"I have to admit, I'm not expecting much," one of them sighed, leaning back in his seat. "A ten-year hiatus is career suicide in this industry. No matter how talented he was back then, he's been gone too long."
The other critic chuckled, rubbing his chin. "I wouldn't be so sure. Have you forgotten who he was? The kid who shook the world with just his presence? I still remember watching his debut film—by the time the credits rolled, I knew I'd just witnessed the birth of a legend."
"I won't deny that," the first critic admitted. "Even as a rookie, his talent was untouchable. His baby face, those expressive eyes… they weren't just handsome; they had depth. People thought he was born to be a superstar. I remember rewatching his films over ten times just to study his acting."
"And then, he disappeared," the second critic murmured. "Just like that. At the peak of his career."
The two fell silent for a moment, the weight of nostalgia heavy between them.
"Well, he's back now," the first critic said, crossing his arms. "But ten years have passed. No one stays the same. Even if his looks are still as striking as ever, I doubt his acting will hold up."
The lights dimmed, signaling the start of the movie....
TO BE CONTINUE