In the silhouettes of a small coastal town, there’s an old, abandoned cannery, its corrugated iron walls rusted from the salty air. As evening descends, moonlight spills from the overcast sky through big gaps in the roof casting deep shadows, creating deeper contrasts within the building. The cool color scheme, dominated by moody blues, isolates the cannery from the sleep-ridden town.
Inside, there are relics of old machinery and rows of forgotten, dusty crates. Four figures- two men and two women – sneak their way in, their bodies partially hidden by the cylinders of light piercing through the darkness.
Their individual feature details remain hazy, presenting them like wandering ghosts. Snakes of ivy hang from the ceiling, their shadowy tendrils making the scene even more menacing.
There’s an overhead shot observing as they wander deeper into the cannery, the scale of their adventure dwarfing them in this ancient industrial crypt. A quiet threat lingers in the dark corners of the building, obscured from the viewer’s perspective. The camera lingers long enough to instill tension before cutting to a close up of one of the figures, revealing an adventurous spark in her eyes.