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Low angle at the waterline looking along the shore. The wave rolls in and breaks in the first two seconds — white foam spreading across wet sand toward camera. The water reaches close, almost touching the lens, then pulls back. Salt spray mists the air. Three seagulls glide through frame from left to right across the grey sky, wings adjusting in the wind. In the soft background the cottage and two tiny figures on the porch are still and small. Camera is locked low at sand level, no movement. The wave does all the moving. Real-time, natural. AUDIO: the full roar of the wave breaking — deep, rolling, crashing onto wet sand, then the hiss of foam spreading and the sucking pull as water retreats. Seagulls crying overhead, two or three calls. Coastal wind constant underneath. The sound is big and open — we are outside in the world before we go small and intimate. No music. No voices. Diegetic only.