15-second 9:16 photoreal. @image1 is FACE ONLY — photocopy their face. Do not use a turtleneck. Outfit: grey hoodie, beige shorts, skateboard. @image2 is the landscape — photocopy that cliff road AND the completely fantasy skyline (floating palaces, impossible spires, aurora, turquoise bay). Not a real-world city. 0–3s: Close on the face, wind, they drop in on the skateboard at the top of the cliff road. Fantasy skyline already visible behind. 3–8s: High tracking down the steep switchback. Speed, dust, board on asphalt toward the water. Unreal towers fill the horizon. 8–12s: Wide: tiny figure racing the cliff edge, bay and fantasy skyline below. 12–15s: They ride toward the shore. Hold the fantasy skyline. No on-screen text. AUDIO: wheels, wind, no lyrics.

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@image1 is LANA — photocopy her exact face, bone structure, mouth, nose, brows. IGNORE ivory coat and sunglasses in @image1. WARDROBE (from the brief, not the source clip, not @image1): Silky white nightgown, hair wrapped in a white towel turban. Face visible. Luxury bedroom, high-end vanity desk, warm lamps, marble or lacquered wood, glass, gold hardware, soft morning light. NOT a living-room sofa. NOT a blue t-shirt. NOT a plant-and-couch set. @image2 is the PRODUCT. Photocopy this bottle exactly: taupe/beige fluted cylindrical body, matching pump, peach-gold label type as in the photo. Same silhouette, same pump, same colour. NEVER a white squeeze tube. NEVER a blue round logo. NEVER Nivea. The bottle is large and readable whenever it is on camera. She MOVES. Applies lotion. Never a frozen JPEG. Never open on a studio headshot. ONE PERSON. No on-screen titles. No end card. No overlay slogans. [TIMELINE — 30 SECONDS, 9:16] 0–5s: Close-up, vanity. LANA in white silk nightgown, towel on hair, looks down, rubs a pearl of lotion along her forearm. Soft luxury bedroom bokeh, lamp glow. 5–10s: Cut to hands over the vanity. She holds the taupe fluted pump bottle (@image2) and presses the pump into her palm. Cream-white lotion. Bottle identity must match @image2. 10–15s: She sets the bottle on the vanity (still visible, still @image2). Rubs palms together, then presses fingertips to her lips/cheeks softly — night-routine, not a commercial smile-to-camera yet. 15–21s: Medium. She sits at the vanity, lifts the taupe bottle toward camera, nightgown + towel, bottle large in frame, label readable as @image2. Warm smile. 21–26s: She works lotion into her arm, skin dewy. Vanity and bottle in the background. 26–30s: She raises the glowing arm toward camera, small smile, towel hair, white silk. Hold. No logo card. Audio: quiet room, pump click, skin. No music. No voiceover.

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ASSET MAP — every reference is bound here and cited by tag below: @avatar — the person in this film. It defines face and identity and nothing else; the clothing, the pose, the lighting and the background of that reference are not used anywhere in this video. CHARACTER LOCK — HIGHEST PRIORITY: the person in every shot is exactly the person in @avatar. Preserve their facial identity, facial structure, eye shape and spacing, eyebrows, nose, mouth, exact skin tone, hairline, hairstyle, hair length, texture and colour, freckles and distinctive marks, apparent age, build and body proportions, identically from the first frame to the last. Preserve their gender presentation exactly as shown; do not masculinize, feminize or otherwise reinterpret it. Do not beautify, slim, de-age or restyle them. The face holds identically in every frame, the identity holds from the first shot to the last, and the person is the only one near the lens. ATTACHED IMAGES ARE MANDATORY AND FINAL: the attached reference outranks every word written below it. Wherever the reference and this text disagree, follow the reference. WARDROBE LOCK: one outfit for the whole film, in every shot, unchanged — a loose cream linen shirt worn open at the collar, wide-leg navy trousers, a rust-orange silk scarf knotted at the throat, plain white low-top sneakers, and a soft tan leather shoulder bag with a brass zip. The reference shows their face and build, not this outfit — put the outfit on them and fit each garment to their body naturally without altering its cut, proportions or colour. The garment is fixed, only its drape adapts. Every garment and the bag stay plain and unmarked. HANDS: wherever hands are in frame, exactly five fingers on each hand, correct joints, correct thumb placement, natural grip pressure. Each hand reads as a natural hand, its five fingers separate and correctly jointed. SUMMARY: one person spends a single day in Amsterdam and films it themselves on a phone held at arm's length, from waking in a canal-house room to a silhouette at the window at dusk, shot as raw handheld amateur footage in soft northern daylight, vertical. DETAILED PLOT — the whole film is filmed by the person themselves, the camera always handheld and slightly unsteady, drifting and correcting, held at arm's length or resting low; natural daylight only, plain phone-camera colour with no grading and no cinematic lighting, real skin texture and visible pores, no beauty filter and no studio look. 0-3s: a narrow attic room under a sloped beamed ceiling in the morning. The person lies on white rumpled linen, already moving as the shot begins — one hand sweeping their hair back off their face — and a bar of pale light from a tall window crosses their face as they turn up into the lens and hold the look. The camera is right above them, tilted, close. 3-6s: the person stands at an open sash window with the camera at arm's length. Behind and below them, a canal runs between rows of narrow brick gabled houses, bicycles are chained along the railing, and a small boat slides past on the water. They look down at it, then turn back into the lens. 6-10s: a room with tall windows and bare wooden floorboards, a steep narrow staircase behind. The camera rests on the floor, wide and still, angled up. The person walks into frame, adjusts the scarf at their throat with both hands, then turns once on the spot so the whole outfit reads, and walks out past the lens. 10-12s: extreme macro in near-darkness, the camera inside the closed shoulder bag. A thin line of daylight runs the length of the brass zip and glints along its teeth. Nothing else is visible. 12-14s: the zip opens from inside the bag and daylight floods in. Looking straight up out of the bag, the person's face appears above the opening against a bright overcast sky, looking down into it, and one hand reaches in toward the lens and out again. 14-15s: the camera held low and forward at knee height, walking. Worn brick paving and their own feet move underneath, a bicycle wheel crossing the frame and the scarf swinging at the edge. 15-17s: the person sits on the stone edge of a canal bridge, the camera at arm's length. Behind them the canal runs straight away under a row of arched bridges, gabled houses leaning slightly along both banks. They point back at it with their thumb, then look into the lens and speak. {Every single street does this.} 17-20s: an open-air market stall. The camera is close over wooden crates of paper packets of flower bulbs and stacked blue and white tiles while the person's hand walks through them, then lifts one packet out and turns it to the lens, filling the frame. 20-24s: a dark wood-panelled cafe seen over a small marble table. In front of the lens sit a thick slice of apple tart with cream and a coffee. The person sits behind them and picks up the fork, takes a bite, and grins into the lens while they talk. {Okay. That is the whole trip right there.} 24-27s: the person stands against the iron rail of a canal bridge at golden hour, arm fully extended holding the camera. The canal stretches behind them with bicycles chained the length of the rail and low sun flaring straight into the lens as their scarf lifts in the wind. 27-30s: filmed from inside a dim room, looking out through a tall open window. The person stands at the window in silhouette against a violet and amber sky over the gables, one hand on the frame, not moving much. Warm lights come on along the canal below. A round table and a chair sit dark in the foreground. The shot holds until the end. AUDIO: (a light unhurried acoustic guitar track, warm and low, running under the whole film and easing off at the very end) <morning birds and a distant street>, <a sash window sliding up>, <bicycle bells and tyres on brick>, <a zip running open>, <market chatter and coins>, <a cup set down on a saucer>, <water slapping against a canal wall>, <a boat engine passing at dusk>. The two spoken lines are close on the phone microphone, conversational and unhurried, in the person's own natural speaking voice. NOTES — what stays consistent: the same one person in every shot and no one else near the lens; the same outfit in every shot; the same tan bag in every shot where a bag appears; the same city and the same soft northern daylight progressing from morning to dusk across the film; the same plain phone-camera look throughout, with no shot ever becoming polished or cinematic. No subtitles.

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Two figures appear throughout, each with their own distinct outfit — one built on a black graphic-collage look, one on a white brushstroke look. Hold each of them completely consistent with themselves across every shot: same face, hair, body, garments, prints, colours, hardware and footwear, with no drift or reinterpretation between shots. Every shot is a graphic fashion poster: the full-length figure or figures standing on a flat, hard-edged colour-block ground with heavy condensed all-caps display type set large beside or behind them, in one consistent palette of off-white, vermilion red, burnt orange, deep teal, dense black and cool grey. Polished stylized 3D character animation throughout — smooth matte skin with no visible pores, refined idealized features, hair as clean sculptural masses, garments keeping real fabric behaviour but surfaced smooth rather than photographic: hard crisp studio light, grounded contact shadows, true material separation, consistent grade across every shot. The graphic ground and the display type in each shot stay flat, sharp and stable — they are printed backdrop and set lettering, never overlaid captions, never animated titles, never a band or bar across the frame. Motion is restrained and continuous. Each shot holds one figure action and one slow camera action, evenly weighted, letting the pose read. Shot 1 — the poster reads SO CLOSE. the lone figure settles its weight from one hip to the other, loose fabric swinging and falling back to rest. The camera pushes in slowly. Shot 2 — the poster reads PATHS CROSS. the two figures walk past one another in opposite directions, neither turning to look, loose fabric trailing behind them. The camera tracks sideways against their direction. Shot 3 — the poster reads FARTHER NOW. the lone figure draws one hand from its pocket and lets it drop, shoulders easing down. The camera drifts slowly to the side. Shot 4 — the poster reads STILL APART. the two figures, one on each side of the dividing line, each shift a half step further from the divide, turning fractionally away. The camera pulls back slowly. Shot 5 — the poster reads OUT OF SYNC. the lone figure lowers a raised arm across the body, the sleeve falling open, the words mounted as large dimensional letters on the wall behind them holding still. The camera pushes in slowly past the figure. Shot 6 — the poster reads ONE BEAT OFF. the two figures step apart in opposite directions, one beat out of time with each other. The camera eases upward. Shot 7 — the poster reads PASSING BY. the two figures stand back to back and each turn their head slightly away, smoke ribbons drifting across behind them. The camera drifts slowly upward. Shot 8 — the poster reads ALMOST US. the two figures each lean a fraction toward the other and stop short, the translucent ribbons crossing and parting between them. The camera pushes in slowly on the gap. Shot 9 — the poster reads BETWEEN. the two figures turn to face one another and hold, the word standing still between them. The camera pulls back slowly to leave both in frame. Hold every figure fully in frame from head to toe in every shot, feet inside the frame. Keep the two figures distinct from each other and consistent with their own reference across the whole piece. Do not invent any words, lettering, numbers, logo, signature or watermark beyond the nine poster lines named above. No subtitles, no captions, no title cards, no lower thirds. No extra people. No photographic skin texture or visible pores, no cel shading, no ink outlines, no comic or manga line-art, no flat vector fills, no painterly or sketch rendering. No handheld shake, no whip pans, no zoom snaps, no speed ramps, no strobing, no lens flare.

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10 seconds, 16:9, five shots, bright music. @image_1 films a selfie vlog through a pastel-pink shopping lane and the phone filter draws pink augmented-reality effects over the picture. @image_1 is the only attached asset and the same person in every shot. ATTACHED IMAGES ARE MANDATORY AND FINAL: @image_1 decides the face, hair, skin and build in every frame. Where this text and the attached image disagree, the attached image wins. Preserve the gender presentation of @image_1 exactly as shown. Every hand in frame has five separate fingers. WARDROBE LOCK: one outfit for the whole film - a plain fitted black crew-neck t-shirt and small gold hoop earrings, hair worn down, at whatever length and texture @image_1 already has. The garment is fixed; only its drape adapts to the body of @image_1. THE PLACE: a narrow pedestrian shopping lane on a bright overcast day, storefronts in pastel pink and cream, café tables and folding chairs out front, chrome balls and pink parasols along the paving, Korean shop signage on the fascias, soft even daylight. CAMERA: phone front camera at arm's length on a very wide, slightly barrel-distorted lens. The first two shots sit inside a soft round vignette; from the third the frame opens to the full rectangle. Natural phone colour, handheld drift, focus and exposure a beat late. THE EFFECTS: pink augmented-reality graphics drawn over the live picture the way a phone filter lays them on - a ribbon of light that writes itself through the air, small chrome hearts turning with real reflections, little square photo stickers with soft white borders, and one large glowing heart outline. They sit flat on top of the image, in front of everything including the arm, cast no light on the face and never hide it. [0-2s] Already filming. @image_1 looks into the lens and starts talking, one hand up near the collarbone, inside the round vignette. [2-4s] @image_1 sweeps one hand through the air and a ribbon of pink light follows it and writes a heart that hangs there, sparkling, before it fades. [4-6s] The frame opens out. Two chrome hearts and two photo stickers drift in, turning slowly. @image_1 winks and brings both hands up beside the jaw. [6-8s] Cut wide, the camera no longer in their hand: @image_1 walks away down the middle of the pink lane and turns back over one shoulder. [8-10s] Back to the selfie. A large glowing pink heart outline draws itself around the head and shoulders of @image_1, who makes a small finger heart close to the lens and laughs. A bright light instrumental at one even level with street ambience under it; @image_1 talks brightly to the lens throughout, the words under the music rather than over it. The five shots run back to back with no gaps and no black frames; the first frame is already lit and already moving. Writing in frame is only the shop signage that belongs to the place. No subtitles.

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A 30-second ultra-photorealistic cinematic science-fiction sequence, vertical 9:16. One astronaut alone on a frozen alien planet discovers that the ground he has been walking on is a living creature. Grounded, filmic, live-action realism — never animation, never cartoon, never video-game CGI. STYLE: premium feature-film science fiction. Large-format cinematography, shallow depth of field, natural motion blur, subtle handheld weight on the wide shots. Real fabric and metal texture on the suit, real breath fog inside the helmet, real ice. Restrained contrast. Volumetric light through frozen mist. PALETTE: near-black ice and black thorn, a deep charcoal-violet sky, two pale moons. Exactly one saturated colour exists in the film — deep blood red: the glow burning far beneath the ice, the dying rose, and the creature itself. Nothing else in frame is saturated. THE ASTRONAUT: one person only, in a used white-grey hard-shell spacesuit with a clear bubble helmet, scuffed panels, a small mission patch, and thick articulated gloves. His face is clearly visible through the visor throughout — ordinary, tired, mid-thirties, real skin texture, breath fogging the glass. Exactly one human being appears in this film and he is never shown from the front in the final shot. THE WORLD: a vast flat plain of black ice under a dark violet sky with two pale moons low on the horizon. Deep beneath the ice, far down, a diffuse red light glows — as if something enormous were burning under the surface. Across the entire plain stand dense fields of tall dry black thorns, taller than a man, sharp and brittle, stretching unbroken to the horizon. AUDIO: wind across open ice, ice groaning and cracking, brittle thorns scraping the suit, breathing inside the helmet, a low sub-bass impact once every five seconds growing louder, cathedral-sized tearing of ice as the creature rises, deep roaring, running footsteps on breaking ice, heavy clunk and hiss of the hatch. After the hatch closes, only breathing. Sparse flat English dialogue through radio. No music, no score, no trailer drums. No on-screen text, no subtitles. [0-5s] Wide establishing. A small landing craft on black ice, its lights the only clean white. The astronaut climbs down and steps onto the surface, alone, tiny. Red light glows faintly up through the ice beneath his boots. Breath fogs the visor. Radio: Readings? He: Cold. Very cold. End: standing alone on the ice, thorn field ahead. [5-10s] He walks into the black thorn field, turning shoulders to pass, dry spines scraping the suit. Camera tracks at helmet height, thorns wiping the lens. He stops. A slow deep impact through the ice into his boots — once. Pause. Again. He looks down at his feet. He: I’m getting a pulse. Once every five seconds. Radio: Seismic? He: It doesn’t feel seismic. End: still among the thorns, looking down. [10-15s] The thorns open onto an enormous dead rose alone on the plain, as tall as a building — blackened deep red, frozen solid, petals curling and breaking, falling slowly. He walks to its base and reaches up. One dark red petal lands in his open glove. He closes his fingers. The pulse harder. Ice cracks. End: petal in closed glove, rose towering. [15-20s] Fracture lines race across the ice; red light blasts up, lighting him from below. He turns on the spot. The thorns begin to rise — not falling, lifting. The entire field tilts upward as the ground lifts. Radio: What’s happening? He quietly: That’s not thorns. End: plain tilting, he fighting for footing. [20-25s] Reveal: he has been walking on a back. The black thorns are spines down an enormous creature. A colossal blood-red dragon rises out of the frozen plain, ice plates sliding off and shattering. Its head lifts into the violet sky, eyes open burning red. The great dead rose topples and breaks on the ice. He turns and runs. End: creature towering, astronaut sprinting away. Creature never seen before this beat. [25-30s] Wide low: he sprints across collapsing ice, tiny, creature immense behind him, red light throwing his long shadow ahead. He reaches the craft, hauls in, hatch seals. Inside close-up: he leans back against the door, chest heaving, helmet fogging. He looks down and slowly opens his glove. The petal is still there. Through the small window behind him the creature roars, filling the opening with red. Final image: the dark red petal in his open glove, red glow in the window behind. He is not shown from the front. Hold. CONTINUITY: exactly one astronaut and exactly one creature. The petal appears at the rose and is still in the glove at the end — never dropped, never falling, never changing. Suit, helmet and patch identical every shot. Two moons stay put. Creature never before 20s and never shown in full body. NEGATIVE: no text, no subtitles, no captions, no HUD, no logos. No second astronaut, no other people, no alien humanoids, no ships in the sky, no weapons, no fighting, no blood, no gore, no catching him, no mouth close-up, no wings unfolding, no fire breathing, no cartoon, no video-game CGI, no neon, no lens-flare spam, no slow-motion, no montage, no crossfades. The astronaut never falls and is never harmed.