CHARACTER LOCK — HIGHEST PRIORITY: The person in every shot is exactly the person in @image1. 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, shot to shot. Preserve their gender presentation exactly as shown; do not masculinize, feminize or otherwise reinterpret it. Do not beautify, slim, de-age or restyle them. No face changes, no identity drift. No other people. ATTACHED IMAGES ARE MANDATORY AND FINAL: If an avatar image is attached, that is the person — reproduce them exactly, in every single frame, and never invent a different face, hairline, hair colour, skin tone, body or age. The attached images outrank every word written below them: wherever an attached image and this text disagree, follow the image. @image1 is identity only — face, hair, skin — not any studio backdrop, not a frozen headshot, not any specific outfit as locked wardrobe; outfit, hair and accessories are exactly whatever the uploaded photo shows, only the scale changes. Photocopy the person from @image1, shrunk to a few centimetres tall, into the scene below. ASSET MAP: @image1 — the character. HANDS: hands are always anatomically correct with five fingers each, naturally proportioned, in every shot they appear. Tell the following story in exactly 3 shots, same miniature character throughout, facing an oversized everyday environment as the world of the adventure. Clear visual beginning, twist and ending — never ambiguous or faded-out. STORY: The character, a few centimetres tall, is already partway up the trunk of a large potted houseplant, gripping a thick leaf vein as they climb toward the last patch of warm evening light catching the topmost leaves. Below them, the room has slipped into shadow, an ordinary coffee mug on a distant table already dwarfed and half-lost in the dimness. Reaching for the next leaf, their foot slips on its smooth waxy surface and they drop, catching a thin curling tendril just in time, swinging and scrambling for footing against the stem. They find their grip again, climb the last stretch, and pull themselves onto the topmost leaf just as the last ray of sunset light hits it directly, warming them in gold. They stand, catch their breath, and look out past the leaf’s edge at the reddening sky beyond the window, calm and steady. STYLE: Whimsical live-action macro realism, warm dwindling sunset light fading to soft blue shadow below, shallow depth of field, visible leaf texture and fine backlit hairs on the stem, handheld camera that tightens and steadies through the climb. Vertical 9:16. Continuous real motion. Never freeze on the reference still. No on-screen text, no subtitles, no watermark, no logos, no title card. AUDIO (native, synced, no BGM, no voiceover, no narration): rustling leaves and a light evening breeze, strained breathing during the climb, a sharp gasp as their foot slips, the tendril creaking as they catch it, and calm, settled breathing as they reach the top. SHOT 1 (0-7s): Open already in motion — no static establishing beat. Handheld macro, mid-climb on the plant’s stem. The character grips a thick leaf vein, climbing steadily toward the light above. A normal-sized object (the coffee mug) sits dim and distant on a table far below, unmistakably giant next to the room’s fading scale. Face readable through the effort of the climb. SHOT 2 (7-14s): The twist. Reaching for the next leaf, their foot slips on its smooth waxy surface and they drop suddenly, catching a thin curling tendril just in time. They swing against the stem, scrambling for footing, expression shifting from alarm to focused determination as they steady themselves and keep climbing. Same person as @image1, miniature scale maintained throughout. SHOT 3 (14-20s): The resolution. They pull themselves onto the topmost leaf just as the last ray of sunset light hits it directly, bathing them in gold while the room dims below. They stand, catch their breath, and look out at the reddening sky beyond the window — calm, steady, quietly satisfied. A clear settled ending, not a fade-out, not a still.