Develop the reel you exposed in Zenith

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From: A Starved Man with a Moving Camera


Photography – and motion photography doubly so – is an art of delayed gratification.

Unlocked with A Film Reel from Zenith 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 a wide view of the monastery-fortress […] lined with open galleries and pillared walkways. A smooth, stark spire juts down […] It is a still frame, with a certain hazy quality […] Distant false-stars glimmer from lower perches.
Telescopic[…] an aerial view of Nuncio. A long stretch of shale. A couple of buildings, grouped like penguins huddled […]. Kegs, and crates, and waterlogged letters: they all litter the island's periphery, while at the centre a crowned statue holds aloft a carven rat.
A Film Reel from ZenithFourth paragraph
Zenith, PeliginBut the shadows teem with bleak silence. Zenith's quiet is rendered here as threat, […] a quick and monstrous work. […] Here, right on the edge of the frame, the camera has captured a blur of darkness silhouetted in a high-up window. Winged; huge; inhuman.
Zenith, ViolantZenith captured through violant emulsion is almost indistinguishable […] windows on the central spire are carefully positioned to offer comprehensive sightlines […] empty air is heavy with connections […] there is little to link Zenith to anything beyond its walls.
Zenith, CosmogoneThe camera frames a caravan of Illuminated, […] The closeness between beast and guardian is clear; […] one Miser leans into the flank of a Starved Man, […] Another of the Illuminated guides their charge tenderly […] Lit by their own stars, the Illuminated look peaceful.
Nuncio, PeliginThe packages on the beach cast angular shadows on the sands, […] the shadows gleam with rats' eyes: they are everywhere here, spilling out of dark and tiny boltholes. The scattered buildings are an inadequate aegis against all that besieges this place.
Nuncio, ViolantNuncio is the centre of a web: tides, and papers, and misused franking. […] At the centre of the glacial spiral: the Dead Letters office. The camera has captured a postman entering with an armful of mail. There is no corresponding outgoing mail.
Nuncio, CosmogoneThe camera lingers lovingly on specific letters, […] the crimson imprint of a mouth, sealing a missive with a kiss. The statue of the postman at the isle's centre stands proud […] the tines of his crown catching the distant light of the false-stars.

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