A dim light flickered in the pitch-black theater, and if one observed closely, they could see the dust floating in the air, but at this moment, no one paid attention to these things; their focus was entirely on the screen. Moreover, everyone held their breath, and if it were not for the sorrowful sound of a violin constantly echoing in the room, this place would probably be quieter than a graveyard.
Finally, the black-and-white image turned to color, and as the last small stone was placed upon a tombstone, the screen finally darkened, and then the credits slowly rose. The screening room remained silent until the complete end of the credits, and it was still a long time before there was any sound as Spielberg, sitting next to Adrian, couldn't help but tighten his grip on the armrest.
