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A football rests alone on wet grass. Raindrops bounce off its surface. The wind gently rolls it forward. It stops against a fallen leaf. A puddle ripples beside it. A goalpost looms in the background. Water drips from the crossbar. The ball sits still. A dog runs past, barking, and nudges the ball with its nose. It rolls toward the goal line. Slowing. Stopping inches before crossing. The net sways slightly in the breeze. The rain softens. Sunlight breaks through the clouds. A single beam illuminates the ball. Fade to black. Text appears: The Game Waits.