you could fucking die

An older man with glasses and a light-colored jacket sits in a garden, looking down at a small object in his hands. The scene cuts to a woman with short blonde hair in a white robe, leaning over a black surface with two white sheep figurines, her expression focused. The sequence alternates between these two figures, with a brief shot of a dark, swirling vortex of debris and smoke in a garden with white patio furniture, suggesting a sudden, violent event.