Each subtitle line ended mid-sentence, then after a blink would fill itself in with punctuation and words Arjun had not expected. They didn’t match the actor’s lips but they fit, like an echo aligning with a geometry he could feel but not yet name. When Thomas walked the spiral stair of the lighthouse, the screen’s grain thickened and the subtitle finished with: “— and every stair holds a day I forgot to live.” Arjun paused the movie and the words remained on screen, ghost-white against the dark bulb of the film.