That big white sky serves as such an impressive backdrop for Selador, giving a ghostly, otherworldly feeling to these moments. Its just Selador and that little breeze, flirting with her, touching her hair and rustling her dress. I love the evolution of her face as she gets closer and closer, her whole being filling to the brim with that burgeoning scream, held and held and held until she simply can hold on no longer.
