The first scream of the morning never dies. Born on the day's first launch, it is passed ride to ride in one unbroken relay of cuts and sound, until the whole park lets it go at golden hour.
One scream, carried ride to ride from the day's first launch to a golden-hour release, and every frame is the real park: the yellow loop at the gate, the racing timber, the red tower on the summit. Joy, played for real.