Every reflection exposes a need.

Before the cameras rolled, there was just Violet.

A storm uncoils, dragging everyone into its whirling center.

Shadows thicken below deck where light can't follow.

Patterns repeat and every edge fits perfectly.

Desire is cinched too tight to slip free.

Splits appear in bodies, loyalties, and dreams.

What you can’t see is what binds you most.

A ship departs, but the voyage is already a descent.