The room was pitch black, save for a single, blinding needle of light stabbing through a hole in the box. It hit the white sheet tacked to the far wall. At first, it was just a blur—a ghost of a shape. Then, Arthur’s father turned a hand-crank. Click-clack, click-clack.
"Come here, Artie," his father whispered, his voice thick with the kind of reverence usually reserved for Sunday morning. [S1E1] Birth
: Focuses on the physiology and lead-up to birth , emphasizing the raw, transformative nature of a beginning [1, 4]. The room was pitch black, save for a