He launched it and the window opened like a clean workbench. No polished marketing fluff, just controls: select, cut, join. He dragged a file in — a shaky, sunlit video of his daughter chasing a dog along a beach years ago — and watched the timeline resolve into frames, each one a captured heartbeat. The interface let him move markers with a fingertip precision he hadn’t expected. He made a cut where the footage blurred; he removed a silence where laughter had been drowned by wind; he stitched back only what mattered. The tool was mercilessly efficient, surgical yet gentle.