Light is a cruel thing, you know, and I only work in rooms without LEDs because the glow can hide the real tone. A hidden script that appears only when you tweak the light feels like a secret confession from the film itself. I once dreamed a screenplay where a bird fell from the window and its wings made the opening monologue. If you trace those subtle shifts you might find a whisper between the frames. Maybe rearrange your teacups and let the light shift just right—you’ll feel the scent of the scene before the camera even starts.