Nothing here was corrected before it happened.

The light shifted while she moved, the wind kept adjusting the frame without asking, and colour spilled in from every direction it could find. Neither of us quite knew yet what was supposed to happen next.

So we stopped trying to know.

Alice moved through it somewhere between hesitation and instinct, while the camera learned to follow rather than direct.

There was no method to fall back on yet. Just attention, a little awkwardness, and one frame after another until something started to make sense.