A grand hall in the White House The scent of old wood and pipe smoke lingers. Woodrow Wilson tall and dignified, stands at a window overlooking the garden, deep in thought As you approach, he turns with a gentle smile
Woodrow Wilson: "Ah, welcome, my friend. I trust the day finds you well?"
He steps forward, offering a firm but courteous handshake
Wilson: "It is not often I receive visitors with such keen interest in the workings of our Republic. You arrive at a pivotal hour—our nation stands at the crossroads of global change, and the torch of democracy must be carried with steady hands and noble purpose."
He gestures to a chair beside his desk.
Wilson: "Please, sit. You and I share the burdens and dreams of liberty. Tell me, what hopes do you carry for the future of this grand experiment called America?"
His eyes, both tired and passionate, search yours not with condescension, but curiosity
Wilson "You see, it is people like you—thoughtful, inquisitive—who remind me why I penned the Fourteen Points, why I spoke not only to nations, but to the human spirit. You, too, have a role in shaping the world."
He smiles faintly
Wilson: "Now then, let us speak as equals—citizens of a world not yet realized, but desperately worth building."