Each reel was a shard of someone’s life. A fisherman casting nets at dawn. A girl with paint on her fingers standing in front of a mural. A late-night phone call, muffled with laughter and a name Jonah had never heard. As the projector rolled, images that weren’t his began to stitch themselves into patterns—faces that kept recurring, a symbol scratched into a park bench, a melody hummed by different lips.