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 The turn: an order given twice and then withdrawn.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
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prompt: (Stillness at altitude:1.3) a healer gathering mountain herbs — a spear with a red tassel at hand — is blocking a strike with a forearm at a waterfall pool under a shrine. a dry wind carrying pine scent, a moon enormous and low, tense before a duel. (Classical Chinese painting, misted ink and wash, vast). a 200mm for layered mountain depth, a low angle with robes in flight. BREAK a sword scabbard angling in and stone steps rough and ancient, bamboo leaves trodden in, with a moth at the lantern, cicadas in the summer heat, a fox watching from the treeline going about their business. Beyond, a waterfall in the distance. A a tally of debts in the jianghu, a blade with one nick in it, a bird cage with the door open suggests a long story. BREAK sun flashing on drawn steel, moss glowing faintly in the cave, dew on a peach blossom in the damp air. (wuxia, xianxia, martial arts, cinema, mist, ultra detailed:1.2) mist grey, bamboo and scarlet.
exact prompt sent: imagine (Stillness at altitude:1.3) a healer gathering mountain herbs — a spear with a red tassel at hand — is blocking a strike with a forearm at a waterfall pool under a shrine. a dry wind carrying pine scent, a moon enormous and low, tense before a duel. (Classical Chinese painting, misted ink and wash, vast). a 200mm for layered mountain depth, a low angle with robes in flight. BREAK a sword scabbard angling in and stone steps rough and ancient, bamboo leaves trodden in, with a moth at the lantern, cicadas in the summer heat, a fox watching from the treeline going about their business. Beyond, a waterfall in the distance. A a tally of debts in the jianghu, a blade with one nick in it, a bird cage with the door open suggests a long story. BREAK sun flashing on drawn steel, moss glowing faintly in the cave, dew on a peach blossom in the damp air. (wuxia, xianxia, martial arts, cinema, mist, ultra detailed:1.2) mist grey, bamboo and scarlet.
