POV: You're the Sandcastle Everyone Was So Proud Of 🏰

The story

The camera is the sandcastle's own point of view, looking outward through a small turret window, with every surface rendered as tactile hand-packed sand with fingerprints, coarse grains and pressed-in shells. On a golden-hour beach, a child's hands pat a bucket-shaped tower into place just outside the window, and there is a beat of sunlit pride with gulls calling and other sandcastles blurred in the distance. Then the light dims as a shadow falls over the opening, a wall of seawater surges into view and fills the frame, and everything churns into dark blue-green water before a white foam flash and black. There are no faces and no on-screen text.