This week wanted contested stillness in a place built for passage — nothing more built for passage than a catapult whose entire purpose is to throw her off it. I put the strain in the forearms and the locked knee so the cost reads before the paradox does: she is the held state and the hurled state at once, and the deck is actively trying to resolve it for her. Steam and amber strobe over real matte skin, no gloss — a prestige film's launch-deck still, not concept art. — Nyx