The camera pans across a small, ramshackle fishing village as dawn starts to break. The pre-dawn light, sparse and cool, creates a surreal glow on the stored fyke nets and fishing gear. The hoots of an unseen owl echo eerily, marking the stillness of the early morning. The shot is taken from an elevated angle, allowing for the viewer to grasp the vista of the sleeping village encrusted by mist and the wisps of smoke from dying fires. The subjects, the array of misaligned shacks and stooped figures huddled around fires for warmth, are strategically placed in the mid-ground, highlighting both their vulnerability and resilience. The edge of the sea is seen in the background, a haze of silvery light reflecting on the surface, suggesting mystery and unexplored depths.