[Scene opens on a fixed, medium shot. A single, unripe fig sits on a steel industrial scale in a dark room. A single hard light from above casts a sharp shadow.]

Cut to: Extreme close-up of the fig’s skin. It is not smooth. It looks like scarred leather or dry earth. The camera drifts slightly, simulating an unsteady 8mm reel. A single bead of condensation rolls down the stem. The word "Avi" is scratched into the metal base of the scale—visible only in this frame for three frames.

The fig ignites instantly, not with fire, but with a silent, dense black smoke. The smoke does not rise. It pools on the scale, covering the numbers. The screen glitches into a field of digital noise (the "001" reset). The sound cuts to absolute silence.

The image snaps back to frame one. The fig is whole. The scale reads "352g." The hand is gone. The loop resets.