A three-chamber navigation lock, twenty minutes before sunrise.
One continuous ascent from a shut gate on black water, up through the filling chambers,
to the whole flight in morning sun. Ninety-six seconds, twelve shots, no cuts, no
narration — and the only episode in which the space itself moves.
The film as made: twelve eight-second shots end to end, zero transitions, one piece
of music and no narration. This is the version above.
Cut B · scroll
1:16, silent
The same film, cut for the page: the five connecting moves run at double speed so
that scroll distance stays proportional to film time. It never plays — your scroll
position drives it, frame by frame. Deliberately silent.