Following an evening storm, the opening shot captures a rusted chainfall in an aging, dimly lit workshop, bathed in the blue hue of the early morning light. From the wide angle shot, the camera slowly moves in closer, shifting perspective as the morning mist filters through cracked windows, casting shafts of light and shadow that contrast with the room’s darker corners. Focus manually shifts between the closer elements – worn out tools, a worn anatomy poster on a wall related to chiropractics, and the layer of dust enveloping everything, to scenes further in the corner echoing the mimetic process of age and decay. There’s a balance as the shot reveals a lone figure, a hardened craftsman, standing near a workbench. The camera looks up, toward the man’s perspective, creating the illusion of his towering figure dominating the room. The scene’s eerie silence suggests a sense of timelessness, and the lonely figure seems to melt into the aging surroundings.