Donald Trump running down the corridor

Abandoned industrial corridor at night, flickering fluorescent tubes, cold concrete walls, distant sirens bleeding through broken windows. Atmosphere heavy, air dusty. Shot 1 (3 seconds): Handheld shoulder-cam tracking Donald Trump running down the corridor, suit jacket flaring, shoes slamming against concrete. He glances over his shoulder mid-stride, breath ragged. A pale figure materializes behind him in the flicker of failing fluorescent light. Camera movement: Shaky pursuit tracking, slight motion blur. Audio: Echoing footsteps, fluorescent hum, rising sub-bass drone. Shot 2 (3 seconds): Low-angle tracking as he skids to a stop, turning sharply. Tight close-up on his face, jaw tightening, eyes wide. Behind him, the ghost stands motionless under a flickering tube, face hollow, edges wavering like smoke. Camera movement: Slow dolly push toward his face. Audio: Footsteps halt, silence drop, distant metallic clang. Shot 3 (3 seconds): Over-the-shoulder from behind Trump as the ghost suddenly vanishes from the background and reappears inches from him. Trump stumbles back, hand trembling at his chest. [Ghost: low, distorted whisper]: The mission was yours. [Trump: strained, breathless]: This isn’t real. Camera movement: Sudden crash zoom on the ghost’s face. Audio: Bass hit spike, reversed whisper textures, fluorescent flicker crackle. Shot 4 (3 seconds): Medium tracking shot as the ghost grips Trump’s wrist. Frost spreads visibly across his sleeve. The corridor lights shatter in sequence down the hall. Both figures distort like heat ripples and vanish. Camera movement: Rapid dolly push into the distortion point. Audio: Glass shattering chain reaction, rising frequency whine, hard silence cut. Shot 5 (3 seconds): Wide shot in an apocalyptic wasteland — collapsed skyscrapers, burning debris, sky choked with ash. Orange firelight and distant lightning illuminate drifting smoke. The ghost stands beside Trump, who trembles visibly, shoulders shaking, hands clenched. [Ghost: cold, steady]: Look at what you’ve done. You destroyed the world. Trump’s breathing becomes uneven; he lowers his gaze, unable to respond. Camera movement: Slow circular dolly around them as ash falls. Audio: Distant explosions, wind through ruins, low choir-like drone building under crackling flames.