An old engine hangs from a mossy limb, its hose strapped to the back of a grazing goat. In the cold of early morning, the engine breathes when the goat breathes, and goes where the goat goes. Mist moves behind them. A bell rings once. It is impossible to say which of the two is keeping the other alive, and the morning does not ask. From Tethered Garden: sixteen films of one garden that has begun to look back. Tethered Garden, 2026. Single take, 28 seconds, 1920 × 1080, with sound. No. 02 of sixteen.