The Moth at the Window — Midsummer Swarm

16:9 video, 8 seconds. A bedroom at midnight, midsummer: the camera approaches a window where the floodlight has drawn a living curtain of moths — and one of them is wrong.

0-2s: Thousands of moths pack the glass, wings beating, a brown seething mass backlit by the outside floodlight. The camera pushes close — individual moths the size of thumbs, eyeshine catching the light, wings blurring. The glass hums with their bodies, the bedroom dark behind the camera.
2-5s: Then, among them, one moth the size of a dinner plate lands at the center of the glass — its wings patterned like staring eyes. It begins to tap: three taps, pause, three taps — a deliberate rhythm, like a code. The smaller moths go still in waves radiating outward from it, the seething mass freezing ring by ring.
5-8s: The tapping continues, and with each tap a crack threads across the glass, branching finer with every beat. The giant moth's eye-wings seem to track the camera as it pulls back. The glass holds — for now — the cracks glowing in the floodlight. In the bedroom's dark, the camera's own reflection stares back from the glass.

Detail: the moths' dusty wings, the eyeshine, the eye-patterned wings, the branching cracks, the bedroom's darkness. Camera: a slow approach to the window, macro close on the swarm, the pullback from the giant. Lighting: floodlight amber on wing-brown, the bedroom dark. Atmosphere: small-horror, scaled-up dread — the night knocking politely. Style: macro detail, shallow focus, the natural sound of wings.