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ACT II — THE CONTROL ROOM — (watching other people fight:1.3) (the same recurring cast, consistent faces, bodies and clothing across every image, identical character design:1.2) Featuring Sergeant Kade, armourer, forearms like winch cable, a welding mask pushed up on the forehead, drums of ammunition stacked behind; also Lieutenant Dana Sorren, frame pilot, a flight suit with three kill marks, hair cropped under a helmet, a photograph taped inside the cockpit; and at the back of the room, Corporal Bright, trainee pilot, too young for the suit, a helmet two sizes large, chewed fingernails on the control sticks. a gunner checking the turret travel by hand, in the darkened room with the map projected on the wall. No light but sodium lamps hazing the apron, and the room reads proud of a hard-won frame. (Dark room lit by monitors, backs of heads, one pilot's face). a 14mm with the screens wrapping the room; cockpit framing with instruments crowding the edges; graded ice blue, steel and orange lamp. Watching a screen that is not theirs: the one who thinks the war is already lost. Written down but never reported: a drink taken at an hour nobody saw. Across the headsets: a hand on a shoulder instead of a sentence. BREAK a boarding ladder rung huge at the edge; on the tiled floor, mud caked on frame feet, oil pooled in a drain trench; and going cold on a desk, fitters eating on a crate, a rat along the cable trays. Filling the far wall: the city skyline smoking. The turn: an order given twice and then withdrawn. BREAK a pilot who has not slept, a replacement pilot nobody has met, a rotation list with the same names on it. BREAK Reflected in the screens: light running along a rail, the polished brass of a worn instrument bezel, hot metal spitting sparks, chrome catching hangar light. (mecha control room, screens, cinematic:1.2) ice blue, steel and orange lamp. Avoid text, lettering, watermark, signature, extra fingers, deformed hands, extra limbs, blurry, low detail, jpeg artifacts, organic monsters, medieval weaponry, fantasy magic, hand-drawn linework. · queued — waiting for the driver
prompt: THE WAKE — (a god honouring the close:1.3) the earth-mother with roots in her gown — the last of the old gods — in eyes the colour of storm-shallows, keeps greeting a hero at the gate at the still a river of stars between two worlds. snow landing on summer flowers gentled; majestic and remote of a farewell; the phosphor-glow of the water temples a long amber. (Funeral of stars, the immortals bowed over the ending). a 24mm for the epic wide, columns framing the whole scene. BREAK drums and cymbals laid aside the laid-down crown; pebbles worn smooth by oaths, marble veined like rivers the honoured stones; bees in the temple eaves, a fish in the sacred pool, a wolf at respectful distance silent at the threshold. the wheel of stars turning the departing road. BREAK lightning in a closed fist, a world-line of pure white fire, the shimmer of a burnished chariot the blessing-fire. a coin in the eye of a fallen statue, a broken oar honoured in the temple, the exact worn step of a thousand pilgrimages, a child's drawing of the sky fell down, an offering of honey in a cracked amphora
exact prompt sent: imagine THE WAKE — (a god honouring the close:1.3) the earth-mother with roots in her gown — the last of the old gods — in eyes the colour of storm-shallows, keeps greeting a hero at the gate at the still a river of stars between two worlds. snow landing on summer flowers gentled; majestic and remote of a farewell; the phosphor-glow of the water temples a long amber. (Funeral of stars, the immortals bowed over the ending). a 24mm for the epic wide, columns framing the whole scene. BREAK drums and cymbals laid aside the laid-down crown; pebbles worn smooth by oaths, marble veined like rivers the honoured stones; bees in the temple eaves, a fish in the sacred pool, a wolf at respectful distance silent at the threshold. the wheel of stars turning the departing road. BREAK lightning in a closed fist, a world-line of pure white fire, the shimmer of a burnished chariot the blessing-fire. a coin in the eye of a fallen statue, a broken oar honoured in the temple, the exact worn step of a thousand pilgrimages, a child's drawing of the sky fell down, an offering of honey in a cracked amphora