A barren, wintery landscaper with Demeter standing alone in the wind. Dissolve to a close up of Demeter. Camera zooms in past Demeter’s shoulder to hone in on a lone figure of a woman creasing a hill in the background. Persephone calls to her mother, who looks shocked, and turns her head towards the sound. Persephone waves and begins to run to her shocked and happy mother. They meet and embrace, and the word around them blooms and becomes alive again.