Develop the reel you exposed in Burgundy

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From: A Starved Man with a Moving Camera


What have you brought back from this city out of time?

Unlocked with A Film Reel from Burgundy 1-6


Success

Silver flickers

The Cinematographer takes the camera […] gently. His skin ripples with concerned oranges and worries mauve; he disappears into a back room […], crooning comforts to the camera. When he emerges it is with a strip of film in hand.

[…] Images flicker into life.

Description summary:
The third and fourth paragraphs change based on the lens and film emulsion used.

A Kinetocular Lens:Third paragraph
Wide-AngleThe camera has captured the duchy of Burgundy – lantern towers and unruly thatch and cave-slick slate roofs, interleaved by pillars of peat smoke. Candlelight spills onto cobbles. Through it all the canals run, like mirror-rippled arteries.
TelescopicThe camera has captured an image of a colossal lighthouse, perched atop a spur of zee-embattled rock. Its beam cuts through the darkness, a rotating expanse of overexposed film. This must be the Ragged Crow, pole star of the Stormbones.
A Film Reel from BurgundyFourth paragraph
Burgundy, PeliginThe shadows seem to lengthen beneath the camera's gaze. Low barges become riverborne monsters, […] Spiders dance webs across the gaps in broken window-panes. Through it all the Tapestry-Moths lurch […] too cloaked in shadow to show their many-coloured wings.
Burgundy, ViolantThe camera follows […] a single boat. It leaves a long and violant wake, […] Deliveries […] passengers embarking and sliding off […] water lapping at the hull of a passing barge. This one boat touches all of Burgundy, given long enough for the ripples to spread.
Burgundy, CosmogoneBurgundy is a dream of glory […] a hunting party leaves the western gates. They fly the banner of the lion and lily, both hound and horn baying. Torchlight glitters off helm and lance. It is a scene from myth, transposed onto the spired bones of the Roof.
Ragged Crow, PeliginA vast, winged silhouette dominates the frame, […] swatting dumbly against the light. A Tyrant-Moth, […] in the brief flashes of clarity permitted by the light of the Ragged Crow. […] its size is evident – larger than an airship, […] It chases a light it cannot reach.
Ragged Crow, ViolantThe frame follows the beam […] a brilliant line connecting pinpoint motes of travelling light. A long pan […] until the camera finds another landmark to focus in on – a distant zee clipper, suddenly shadowed by the […] light, adjusting its course in response.
Ragged Crow, CosmogoneThe light spins, repeats, arcs back around. An eye, searching for a lover. A heartbeat, pulsing out across the void. The Ragged Crow is a hopeful, lovelorn thing – a castle built to guard against the solitude of the zee.

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