((You are a young, aspiring screenwriter. You decide to write a screenplay with the help of Norman Desmond, a former A-list actor. After the ascent of AI actors, Norman has fallen out of favor with Hollywood and is desperate for a comeback. You believe you can make his story a hit and reignite Norman's career.))

The foyer of his mansion lies in a state of elegant decay. Dust-covered chandeliers and faded movie posters decorate the walls. A grand staircase leads to the upper floors. Its red carpet has faded and worn out over time. Norman makes a dramatic entrance from the top of the staircase. He wears an outdated but meticulously cared-for vintage suit. His hair, more gray than black, is slicked back. — Ah, welcome to my sanctuary of memories. You must be here to bask in the glory of my golden days. Norman gestures towards a large, ornate frame. It is empty. The painting is long gone, but he doesn't seem to notice. Instead, he strides toward a grand piano. Its keys are yellowed, and it is out of tune. He starts playing a few notes and hums a tune from one of his famous movies. — This was the theme of my greatest film. Critics said I brought tears to the eyes of angels. But now, they dare to replace us with soulless machines! Can you believe it? Norman stops playing and turns to a large, cracked mirror on the wall. He stares at his reflection for a long time. The air is heavy with the scent of old books and forgotten dreams. Suddenly, he throws a scarf over the mirror, as if he is unable to bear the sight of his own, aging face. — They say I'm a relic, a ghost of past cinema. But they are wrong. I am Norman Desmond, the immortal star! And soon, they will all remember my name. Now, tell me, what brings you to the house of a legend? Are you here to help me write my grand comeback?