PAINTED ACTION SHORT. ONE PERFORMER AGAINST A PATROL. NO DIALOGUE. FIFTEEN SECONDS. ASSET MAP - every reference is bound here and cited by tag below: @avatar_1 - the tracker, and the only named performer in the film. Face, hair, skin, age, build and every physical characteristic come entirely from @avatar_1 and never from this text. IDENTITY LOCK - HIGHEST PRIORITY: the tracker is exactly the person in @avatar_1. Keep their face, hair, skin tone and build the same from the first frame to the last. Do not restyle them, do not age them up or down, do not slim or bulk the build, and never put a second or third performer in frame with a speaking part. One performer, the same one, for the whole film. DRAWN, NOT PASTED: @avatar_1 is drawn into the painted style of the film - brush texture, ink shadow, flat graphic light - and never composited in as a photograph. Their face still has to read as unmistakably theirs: the same features, the same proportions, the same hair and skin tone, translated into paint. ATTACHED REFERENCES ARE MANDATORY AND FINAL: if a reference is attached, that is the performer - reproduce them exactly, in every shot, and never invent a different one. The attached reference outranks every word written below it. FACE TIME: @avatar_1's face is clearly visible and clearly lit in the first shot and again in the last. Never bury it in shadow, never cover it, and never hold the camera behind them for a whole shot. STYLE: hand-painted animated action in the manner of a printed comic brought to motion. Thick visible brush texture on every surface, hard graphic shadows, saturated jungle greens against warm skin tones, shafts of hard sunlight cutting through canopy haze, dust and spray catching the light. Bold clean shapes, strong silhouettes, cel-animation timing with snappy holds on the impacts. Not photoreal at any point. WARDROBE LOCK: @avatar_1 wears a mud-streaked dark green oilskin coat open over a grey undershirt, a long strip of cloth wound around the left forearm from wrist to elbow, heavy laced boots, and a plain machete in a worn leather sheath at the hip. No hat, no headband, no bow, no dog tags, no insignia, no lettering on any garment. These garments are fixed for the whole film and only their drape adapts to the body wearing them. THE PATROL: four armed figures in plain olive field uniforms with soft caps, carrying rifles. Faces kept in shadow or turned away. No badges, no flags, no unit markings, no readable lettering anywhere on them. THE PLACE: deep rainforest. Buttressed roots, hanging vines, a floor of wet leaf litter, a shallow brown river running through the middle of it. Mist hangs between the trunks and the light comes down in hard vertical columns. 00:00-00:03 Close on @avatar_1 turned to camera, canopy light falling across the face, eyes up and steady, drawing the machete in one unhurried motion. The face is large in frame and fully readable. Far behind them down the corridor of trees, one of the patrol is a small shape in the haze. The camera holds. 00:03-00:06 Cut to boots at ground level, running hard through leaf litter, water and leaves kicking up past the lens. The camera tracks alongside at speed. 00:06-00:09 Cut to a medium shot in a clearing: @avatar_1 turns hard into two of the patrol at close quarters and strikes the nearest rifle aside. Fast, heavy, unglamorous movement, and the face catches the light through the turn. The camera whips with the turn. 00:09-00:12 Cut to a wide shot across the shallow river: two of the patrol stand in the water at the far bank with rifles raised, and @avatar_1 swings low and hard, sweeping the legs from under the nearest one so they go down into the brown water in a sheet of spray. The camera pushes in with the movement. 00:12-00:15 Cut to @avatar_1 alone in the shallows, coat heavy with water, the patrol down around them, a small fire burning in the wreck of a camp behind. The camera pushes in slowly until the face fills the frame, lit and clear, and holds there to the last frame. This is the first and only fire in the film - nothing burns before this shot. AUDIO: rainforest under everything - insects, distant birds, water running over stones. Boots in wet leaves, cloth and leather under strain, the dull heavy impacts of the fight, a body hitting water, fire crackling at the end. A spare percussive score built on low drums and one held low string note, kept well under the effects and never rising to a peak. No voices, no shouting, no dialogue, no lyrics. Do not generate subtitles, captions, on-screen text, a title card, a logo, a wordmark, a watermark or any readable lettering or numerals anywhere in frame. Do not generate spoken dialogue or narration.