There was no watermark. There was no “Export in 1080p” limit. Instead, a new slider appeared at the bottom of the timeline:
She finished a 60-second montage of her failed hiking trip—turning twisted ankles into slow-motion art and rain-soaked gear into cinematic noir. She posted it. Then she went to sleep.
She looked at the corner of her vision. A faint, translucent logo pulsed in the air over her left eye: