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 The turn: an order given twice and then withdrawn.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: (Candlelight and consequence:1.3) a museum intern cataloguing brass instruments — in a battered satchel bursting with paper, a leather-bound commonplace book — sheltering a manuscript from the rain by candlelight in a lecture theatre empty at dusk. proud and slightly haunted of quiet transgression; the sodium glow of a campus at 3am single and warm. (Pre-Raphaelite lusciousness, deep shadow, one flame). a 65mm at f/2.8 for the study scene, deep shadow holding two-thirds of the frame. BREAK wet leaves stuck to a step the guttering candle; a parquet floor reflecting lamplight, a wood floor's long grain the old boards; ants on a forgotten biscuit, dust settling on a closed book, a moth circling the reading lamp the moth. a chapel tower in the rain haze the dark shelves. a window flung open to think, a margin note that answers a question asked yesterday, a pressed leaf from a vanished autumn, a contraband candle in a drawer, a sock drying on a radiator BREAK rain-jewels on a window latch, dust motes turning in the light, wax dripping to a hardened bead the flame doubled. (dark academia, candlelit, secret, painterly:1.2) moody digital painting, painterly texture.
exact prompt sent: imagine (Candlelight and consequence:1.3) a museum intern cataloguing brass instruments — in a battered satchel bursting with paper, a leather-bound commonplace book — sheltering a manuscript from the rain by candlelight in a lecture theatre empty at dusk. proud and slightly haunted of quiet transgression; the sodium glow of a campus at 3am single and warm. (Pre-Raphaelite lusciousness, deep shadow, one flame). a 65mm at f/2.8 for the study scene, deep shadow holding two-thirds of the frame. BREAK wet leaves stuck to a step the guttering candle; a parquet floor reflecting lamplight, a wood floor's long grain the old boards; ants on a forgotten biscuit, dust settling on a closed book, a moth circling the reading lamp the moth. a chapel tower in the rain haze the dark shelves. a window flung open to think, a margin note that answers a question asked yesterday, a pressed leaf from a vanished autumn, a contraband candle in a drawer, a sock drying on a radiator BREAK rain-jewels on a window latch, dust motes turning in the light, wax dripping to a hardened bead the flame doubled. (dark academia, candlelit, secret, painterly:1.2) moody digital painting, painterly texture.
