Manga AI

Animal Companion Manga

Character 2 senses character 1 behind him. He turns to look at her with an evil smirk on his face. Character 1 blows bubbles at character 2

Crea el primer capítulo de un manga estilo anime con fuerte inspiración en Evangelion, ambientado en una secundaria moderna donde cinco estudiantes son seleccionados como pilotos de mechas tipo EVA para combatir entidades misteriosas. Los personajes principales son:
• Henry: protagonista, piel blanca, cabello erizado, personalidad seria pero emocionalmente compleja, con conflictos internos y actitud desafiante.
• Luis: moreno, cabello rizado, usa lentes negros de prescripción, inteligente pero arrogante; tiene una relación tensa y conflictiva con Henry.
• Ayala: apariencia intimidante, rasgos similares a un lobo (ojos afilados, actitud feroz), fuerte y poco expresivo.
• Joshi: de apariencia delicada y afeminada, emocionalmente perceptivo, inteligente y estratégico.
• Celeo: de origen chino, calmado, reservado, muy analítico.

El capítulo 1 debe comenzar con un evento extraño (como un ataque o aparición de una entidad desconocida) que interrumpe la vida escolar normal. Introduce el ambiente de la secundaria, las dinámicas entre los personajes (especialmente la mala relación entre Henry y Luis), y revela poco a poco que han sido elegidos para pilotar los EVA.

Incluye:
• Diálogos estilo manga
• Narrativa dramática y psicológica
• Escenas de tensión y misterio
• Introducción a la organización que controla los EVA
• Un final impactante que deje intriga

Tono serio, oscuro, psicológico, con elementos de acción y conflicto emocional. Estilo visual detallado, tipo manga japonés.

The episode opens with a silent sky as the date 16 August 2063 appears, its stars barely visible under artificial glow. The scene shifts to Beijing, China, where a plane lands at a crowded airport. Among the crowd, two young men finally meet after years apart — Satoshi Kakamura, an undercover spy secretly sent to investigate a mysterious organization connected to assassinations of world leaders, and Koruko Kesei, an architect living in China. A brief flashback shows their long friendship and promise to meet again one day. They head to a café and talk casually until Koruko hesitantly reveals a confidential project: a massive construction ordered to be completed in only seven months. He admits he wasn’t supposed to tell anyone, but trusts Satoshi. The real problem, however, is that workers assigned to a specific underground area have been disappearing. This immediately raises Satoshi’s suspicion because his mission involves tracking a hidden civilization of killers targeting influential figures worldwide.
Later that night, the two walk through the advanced yet strangely lifeless city toward Koruko’s home. Satoshi feels uneasy, missing the peace and nature he prefers. At the house, Koruko introduces him to his family and they share a calm dinner together. Afterward, Koruko shows Satoshi his room and leaves him to rest. Satoshi changes into casual clothes, calls his parents in Germany, and has a quiet, reassuring conversation before falling asleep. The next morning, while Koruko’s family watches television, Satoshi walks out rubbing his eyes — only to freeze behind them as breaking news reports appear: 76 celebrities missing and multiple major buildings collapsed across the world. The screen fades to black, ending Episode 1.
Anime Title: Everything’s Fair in Peace 🎬

Capítulo 1: O Último Amanhã

O céu de Tokyo estava tingido de vermelho e laranja à medida que o sol se punha, suas cores vibrantes contrastando com o frio cortante da noite. As ruas da metrópole vibravam com a energia das gangues que a dominavam, cada uma cultivando técnicas de combate e cultivação que os tornavam temidos e respeitados. Nem muito abaixo e nem muito acima de todos eles estava Ryuu Kaito, o lendário Dragão Azul. Mesmo com apenas 15 anos, ele já havia recebido o título de líder imbatível e se consolidado como uma das figuras mais poderosas de Tokyo.

Seus olhos amarelos refletiam a luz dos letreiros de neon espalhados pelas ruas, e seus cabelos roxos esvoaçavam com o vento noturno. Suas mãos, sempre quentes com o fogo de seu espírito inabalável, estavam cruzadas enquanto ele observava a cidade do alto de uma antiga catedral. Ao seu lado, seu irmão Takeshi, de cabelos pretos, permanecia em silêncio, encarando o horizonte com uma expressão carregada de preocupação.

O vento soprou forte, espalhando os cartazes e papéis de anúncios rasgados pelo chão da cidade. Em meio ao silêncio que precede a tempestade, um rugido distante reverberou no ar, fazendo cada célula do corpo de Kaito se alertar.

Então, o céu escureceu de forma anormal.
As nuvens que antes refletiam a última luz do dia foram engolidas por uma treva densa, como se a própria noite tivesse sido antecipada. Raios negros cortaram o céu, e um portal colossal se abriu, rasgando a realidade como se fosse uma ferida viva.

A cidade parou.

Os habitantes, acostumados à violência das gangues e às batalhas de poder, nunca haviam sentido uma pressão tão avassaladora.

creer moi une fille aux cheveux rouge

I about a boy o lives to play

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Miu has two-tone long hair, one side white and the other black. Hange has brown hair in a ponytail and Hange have glass. Eren has short brown hair and Levi has short black hair.

Miu and Hange are walking down the hall and talking. They hear a commotion coming from Eren's room and decide to paint him. They open his door. They sit on Eren's bed and paint Eren's face. Miu and Hange laugh.
Hange suddenly sees Eren waking up and decides to paint himself too. Miu stares at Hange nervously.Because Hange Betrayed Miu When Eren wakes up, he looks surprised. Hange points at Miu and Eren catches Miu and Hange paints Miu.even though Miu protests
They laugh so hard that Levi bursts into the room with his typical angry expression and starts muttering something. Miu looks at Levi nervously and tries to smile. And say nervously ,,ehhh." Levi looks away and starts laughing in room. Then he grabs Miu's hand and pulls Levis room. When they are alone, Miu watches him nervously. And Levi laughs at her.

Miu has two-tone long hair, one side white and the other black. Hange has brown hair in a ponytail and Hange have glass. Eren has short brown hair and Levi has short black hair.exactly as they are in the picture

Miu and Hange are walking down the hall and talking. They hear a commotion coming from Eren's room and decide to paint him. They open his door. They sit on Eren's bed and paint Eren's face. Miu and Hange laugh.
Hange suddenly sees Eren waking up and decides to paint himself too. Miu stares at Hange nervously.Because Hange Betrayed Miu When Eren wakes up, he looks surprised. Hange points at Miu and Eren catches Miu and Hange paints Miu.even though Miu protests
They laugh so hard that Levi bursts into the room with his typical angry expression and starts muttering something. Miu looks at Levi nervously and tries to smile. And say nervously ,,ehhh." Levi looks away and starts laughing in room. Then he grabs Miu's hand and pulls Levis room. When they are alone, Miu watches him nervously. And Levi laughs at her.

📖 CRÔNICAS DOS REINOS ENTRELAÇADOS
Volume 1 — Capítulo 1: O Céu Quebrado
20 páginas
🌓 PÁGINAS 1–2 (Splash Dupla)
Arte:
O céu literalmente rachando. Uma fissura colossal corta as nuvens.
Três cores irradiam da fenda: verde, laranja, violeta.
Silhuetas quase invisíveis nas nuvens:
A Árvore-Mãe
O Coração de Ferro
Uma torre distante em Nocturne
Narração:
“Toda era termina da mesma forma.
Primeiro… o céu se parte.”
🌓 PÁGINA 3
Quadros fragmentados, como vidro quebrado.
Floresta queimando.
Engrenagens esmagando corpos.
Mãos esqueléticas emergindo do chão.
Sem texto.
🌓 PÁGINA 4
Close no protagonista correndo em um vazio branco.
Uma voz ecoa:
“Você viu.”
🌓 PÁGINA 5
Ele para. O chão se transforma em raízes negras.
Outra voz, metálica:
“Você criou.”
🌓 PÁGINA 6
Sussurro grave:
“Você libertou.”
Três sombras o cercam.
🌓 PÁGINA 7
Ele acorda bruscamente.
Respiração pesada. Suor.
Quarto simples. Madrugada.
Silêncio pesado.
🌓 PÁGINA 8
Ele percebe algo na mão.
Um fragmento cristalino, pulsando nas três cores.
Pequeno. Antigo.
Ele não sabe de onde veio.
🌓 PÁGINA 9
Ele tenta largar o fragmento.
Não consegue.
Por um segundo, o quarto escurece.
🌓 PÁGINA 10
Corte externo.
A vila dorme.
Mas o céu pisca brevemente com as três cores.
Ninguém parece notar.
🌓 PÁGINA 11
Manhã.
Mercado simples.
Pessoas comentam:
“Os animais ficaram agitados ontem.”
“Senti um peso estranho no ar.”
O protagonista observa em silêncio.
🌓 PÁGINA 12
Um velho viajante encara o protagonista fixamente.
Ele aponta para o fragmento.
“Você também viu?”
🌓 PÁGINA 13
Close no velho.
“A Eclipse das Almas não é mito.”
Ele menciona três reinos:
Eldoria
Ferronis
Nocturne
🌓 PÁGINA 14
O protagonista pergunta:
“O que é isso?”
O velho responde:
“É o começo… ou o erro.”
🌓 PÁGINA 15
O fragmento esquenta.
O velho se afasta, assustado.
🌓 PÁGINA 16
O protagonista vê por um segundo:
A Árvore-Mãe chorando seiva negra.
Pisca.
Volta ao normal.
🌓 PÁGINA 17
Visão rápida:
O Coração de Ferro abrindo um “olho” mecânico.
Pisca.
Desaparece.
🌓 PÁGINA 18
Visão final:
Um selo rachando em Nocturne.
Algo respira atrás dele.
🌓 PÁGINA 19
O fragmento se eleva levemente no ar.
Forma um símbolo antigo.
Pessoas ao redor não veem.
Só ele vê.
🌓 PÁGINA 20 (Splash Final)
O céu acima da vila racha por um segundo.
Muito sutil.
Mas real.
Narração final:
“O destino não escolhe heróis.
Ele escolhe pontos de ruptura.”
Preto.
🎭 Função do Capítulo
Introduzir o mistério.
Conectar protagonista aos três reinos.
Estabelecer que algo já foi iniciado.
Criar sensação de inevitabilidade.
Nada foi explicado completamente.
E isso é intencional.
Mistério bem feito é tensão sustentada.

Character Style Guide (Manga – “The Last Message”)

Direct specifications for consistent visual design.

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1) Main Girl (17)

Build: Slim, average height
Face Shape: Soft oval
Eyes: Large, expressive, slightly downturned outer corners
Eye Color: Warm brown
Hair: Long, straight, dark brown; soft layers; moves noticeably in wind
Bangs: Light, slightly parted in the middle
Skin Tone: Light olive

Signature Details:
• Small beauty mark under left eye
• Star-shaped silver keychain always visible (attached to phone or bag)

Clothing Style:
• Oversized cream sweater
• Black pleated skirt
• Knee-high socks
• Simple white sneakers

Expression Style:
• Emotional range visible in eyes first
• Tears drawn glossy and reflective
• When nervous: fingers grip sleeves

Art Direction Tags:
Shoujo-inspired, soft linework, detailed eyes, subtle blush shading, cinematic lighting.

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2) Main Boy (17)

Build: Lean, slightly taller than girl
Face Shape: Defined jaw but still youthful
Eyes: Calm, slightly narrow
Eye Color: Dark gray

Hair:
• Messy black hair
• Slight volume at top
• Falls naturally over forehead

Skin Tone: Light tan

Signature Details:
• Small bandage on right cheek (adds personality)
• Relaxed half-smile

Clothing Style:
• Black hoodie
• Gray cargo pants
• Simple sneakers

Expression Style:
• Smiles subtly, not exaggerated
• Eyes soften when looking at her

Art Direction Tags:
Clean linework, light shadow under chin, soft glow in night scenes.

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3) Overall Manga Aesthetic

Line Style: Thin but confident lines
Shading: Minimal screentones, focus on lighting contrast
Mood Lighting:
• Warm orange during flashbacks
• Deep blue and purple for rooftop night
• Strong white glow for fireworks scene

Background Detail:
Moderate detail; sky and lighting more important than buildings

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If you want:
• More “anime modern” style
• Dark psychological tone
• Or cute chibi version

Tell me which direction and I’ll refine it precisely.

### Quick hook
Open the chapter with a single, unforgettable image that establishes **tone**, **setting**, and the **thread motif**. The first page should feel warm and intimate at first, then leave a small, uncanny sting that promises larger stakes.

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#### Page layout — panel-by-panel (recommended)
1. **Full-width splash (top third)**
**Visual:** Golden-hour Bangladeshi village playground; children loop colored yarn between trees; the child-mother is laughing.
**Caption (small, lyrical):** a line of the lullaby/proverb that doubles as ritual instruction.
**Purpose:** immediate emotional anchor; nostalgia.

2. **Three narrow horizontal panels (middle row)**
**Panel A:** Close-up of small hands tying a simple knot; thread texture visible.
**Panel B:** Elder watching from a doorway, expression unreadable; soft shadow across their face.
**Panel C:** The child’s face, eyes bright, mid-laugh.
**Purpose:** tactile detail; introduces the ritual mechanics visually.

3. **Inset circular panel (overlapping middle panels)**
**Visual:** A tiny fray in the thread, magnified; a single loose fiber.
**Sound/Effect:** a faint onomatopoeia like *sssh* rendered very small.
**Purpose:** the first hint of danger; a micro-leak that the reader notices before the characters do.

4. **Two vertical panels (lower left)**
**Panel A:** The elder’s hand reaching toward the frayed thread but not touching it.
**Panel B:** The child continuing to play, oblivious.
**Purpose:** tension between knowledge and innocence.

5. **Lower-right full-bleed panel (bottom)**
**Visual:** A sepia-toned archival photograph pinned to a tree or wall, slightly askew; captioned with a redacted note or a single date.
**Caption (documentary font):** a terse line linking a “minor slip” to a past event.
**Purpose:** immediate narrative hook that promises consequences beyond the playground.

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### Visual and tonal notes
- **Color:** warm, soft palette for the splash; desaturate the archival panel to sepia for contrast.
- **Linework:** rounded, gentle lines in childhood panels; use a thin, fraying line motif on the thread itself.
- **Gutter device:** a thin drawn thread runs along the page gutter connecting panels; where the fray appears, the thread is visibly thinner.

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### Sound, pacing, and rhythm
- **Silence as sound:** keep the ritual/action panels quiet; use minimal onomatopoeia.
- **Pacing:** linger on the knot close-up with two panels instead of one to let readers feel the tactile weight.
- **Transition:** the archival panel should feel like a cold cut—a tonal shift that turns nostalgia into foreboding.

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### Emotional beats to hit on page one
- **Warmth:** establish the mother’s childhood joy so the later burden lands emotionally.
- **Unease:** seed a single, small anomaly (the fray) that the reader will carry forward.
- **Curiosity:** end with the archival hint so readers want to know how this innocent scene ties to larger consequences.

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### Final micro-direction
Make the page readable at a glance but rich on re-reads. The first page’s job is to make readers care about the child, notice the thread, and feel the chill of the archival clue.

Tany has short blue hair, Dantalion has short black messy hair. Miu has long black hair and Levi has short black hair.

Dantalion and Levi are talking and Miu and Tany play a prank on them. that the paint will get on their clothes. Levi angrily pulls Mia and Dantalion away from Tany. they both get a lecture and then Miu gets a kiss from Levi and Tany gets a kiss from Dantalion

Miu has two-tone long hair, one side white and the other black. Hange has brown hair in a ponytail. Eren has short brown hair and Levi has short black hair.

Miu and Hange are walking down the hall and talking. They hear a commotion coming from Eren's room and decide to paint him. They open his door. They sit on Eren's bed and paint Eren's face. Miu and Hange laugh.
Hange suddenly sees Eren waking up and decides to paint himself too. Miu stares at Hange nervously.Because Hange Betrayed Miu When Eren wakes up, he looks surprised. Hange points at Miu and Eren catches Miu and Hange paints Miu.even though Miu protests
They laugh so hard that Levi bursts into the room with his typical angry expression and starts muttering something. Miu looks at Levi nervously and tries to smile. And say nervously ,,ehhh." Levi looks away and starts laughing in room. Then he grabs Miu's hand and pulls her away. When they are alone, Miu watches him nervously. And Levi laughs at her.

Miu has two-tone hair, one side white and the other black. Hange has brown hair in a ponytail. Eren has short brown hair and Levi has short black hair.

Miu and Hange are walking down the hall and talking. They hear a commotion coming from Eren's room and decide to paint him. They open his door. They sit on Eren's bed and paint Eren's face. Miu and Hange laugh.
Hange suddenly sees Eren waking up and decides to paint himself too. Miu stares at her nervously. When Eren wakes up, he looks surprised. Hange points at Miu and Eren catches her and Hange paints her.
They laugh so hard that Levi bursts into the room with his typical angry expression and starts muttering something. Miu looks at Levi nervously and tries to smile. Levi looks away and starts laughing. Then he grabs Miu's hand and pulls her away. When they are alone, Miu watches him nervously. And Levi laughs at her.

Miu has two-tone hair, one side white and the other black. Hange has brown hair in a ponytail. Eren has short brown hair and Levi has short black hair.

Miu and Hange are walking down the hall and talking. They hear a commotion coming from Eren's room and decide to paint him. They open his door. They sit on Eren's bed and paint Eren's face. Miu and Hange laugh.
Hange suddenly sees Eren waking up and decides to paint himself too. Miu stares at Hange nervously.Because Hange Betrayed Miu When Eren wakes up, he looks surprised. Hange points at Miu and Eren catches Miu and Hange paints her.
They laugh so hard that Levi bursts into the room with his typical angry expression and starts muttering something. Miu looks at Levi nervously and tries to smile. And say nervously ,,Hi Levi." Levi looks away and starts laughing in room. Then he grabs Miu's hand and pulls her away. When they are alone, Miu watches him nervously. And Levi laughs at her.

Chapter 1: The Day We Met
The sun rose over the Hidden Leaf Village, casting golden light across the rooftops and the stone faces of the Hokage Monument. Birds chirped lazily, and the academy courtyard buzzed with anticipation. Today was the first day of training for the newest class of shinobi — and among them were three who would one day change everything.
Shawn stood beneath a tree at the edge of the courtyard, arms crossed, eyes scanning the crowd. His dreadlocks hung low, swaying slightly in the breeze. He wore a dark cloak and a white fox mask clipped to his belt. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His presence was quiet, but heavy — like gravity itself bent around him.
Jaden was already moving. He flipped a kunai between his fingers, sharp eyes darting from student to student. His hair was spiky and wild, and his shirt bore a red flame spiral emblem. One eye shimmered faintly red — a flicker of the Sharingan, maybe. The other was pale, unreadable. He smirked, confident and restless.
Then came Isaiah.
He arrived late, walking through the academy gates with a slow, deliberate stride. A hood shadowed his face, but the scar over his left eye was unmistakable. He didn’t speak. He didn’t smile. His chakra felt… different. Like something ancient was buried inside him, waiting.
The instructor stepped forward, voice firm. “Line up! Today marks the beginning of your journey. You’ll train, you’ll fight, and if you survive — you’ll become shinobi of the Hidden Leaf.”
The students scrambled into formation. Shawn, Jaden, and Isaiah ended up side by side, silent. They didn’t speak. But something passed between them — a flicker of recognition, a sense of connection. Like their fates were already tangled.
None of them knew it yet, but deep inside each of them, something was stirring. A seal. A beast. A mutation. A destiny.
And so, the story began.

YOU have black and white hair and hange have brown hair with ponytail look up eren yeager have short brown hair room and see hee fall asleep. Hange and you painting his face. Eren wake up and hange Fast painting her face and Eren and hange paiting your face. Levi have black short hair and sounds laugh and Come to this room and Levi see you ,hangii and eren. youu look on him with scary face. Levi have pokerface and later laugh. And later Levi take your hand and

Персонаж з картинки підходить до будинку з написом "robocode", він хвилюється і дивиться на запрошення в руках до ціїє школи програмування та робототехніки. Зайшовши в школу, він бачить багато щасливих дітей, які програмують і роблять роботів. Персонаж радісно каже: "Нарешті я знайшов місце, де буду вчитись з радістю!"

Miu has two-tone long hair, one side white and the other black. Hange has brown hair in a ponytail and Hange have glass. Eren has short brown hair and Levi has short black hair.

Miu and Hange are walking down the hall and talking. They hear a commotion coming from Eren's room and decide to paint him. They open his door. They sit on Eren's bed and paint Eren's face. Miu and Hange laugh.
Hange suddenly sees Eren waking up and decides to paint himself too. Miu stares at Hange nervously.Because Hange Betrayed Miu When Eren wakes up, he looks surprised. Hange points at Miu and Eren catches Miu and Hange paints Miu.even though Miu protests
They laugh so hard that Levi bursts into the room with his typical angry expression and starts muttering something. Miu looks at Levi nervously and tries to smile. And say nervously ,,ehhh." Levi looks away and starts laughing in room. Then he grabs Miu's hand and pulls Levis room. When they are alone, Miu watches him nervously. And Levi laughs at her.

Miu has two-tone long hair, one side white and the other black. Hange has brown hair in a ponytail and Hange have glass. Eren has short brown hair and Levi has short black hair.

Miu and Hange are walking down the hall and talking. They hear a commotion coming from Eren's room and decide to paint him. They open his door. They sit on Eren's bed and paint Eren's face. Miu and Hange laugh.
Hange suddenly sees Eren waking up and decides to paint himself too. Miu stares at Hange nervously.Because Hange Betrayed Miu When Eren wakes up, he looks surprised. Hange points at Miu and Eren catches Miu and Hange paints Miu.even though Miu protests
They laugh so hard that Levi bursts into the room with his typical angry expression and starts muttering something. Miu looks at Levi nervously and tries to smile. And say nervously ,,ehhh." Levi looks away and starts laughing in room. Then he grabs Miu's hand and pulls Levis room. When they are alone, Miu watches him nervously. And Levi laughs at her.

Комикс в жанре супергероики. Три супергероя — “ax^2+c=0”, “ax^2+bx=0” и “ax^2=0”. Каждый спасает мир своим методом решения. Герой без c умеет делить на x: на кадре x(ax+b)=0, герой без b умеет извлекать корень: на кадре ax^2=-c, третий герой решает мгновенно: на кадре x=0. Вставь динамичные кадры, где они показывают свои формулы как суперсилы. Цветовая гамма – зеленая, красно-синяя

Tavola 1: La Solitudine
Composizione: Inquadratura larga (long shot) dal basso verso l'alto.
Soggetto: Tomoya Okazaki cammina da solo lungo il sentiero in salita verso la scuola. I petali di ciliegio cadono ovunque.
Testo (Pensiero di Tomoya): "Odio questa città. È piena di ricordi che vorrei cancellare."
Elementi per l'AI: Stile manga seinen/shoujo, bianco e nero, retini (screentones) per le ombre dei ciliegi, focus sulla prospettiva della strada in salita.

Tavola 2: L'Incontro
Composizione: Primo piano (close-up) o piano medio.
Soggetto: Nagisa Furukawa è ferma a metà della salita, con lo sguardo rivolto verso l'alto, come se stesse parlando a se stessa. Tomoya si ferma poco lontano, osservandola.
Testo (Nagisa): "Anpan... Ti piace questo posto?"
Elementi per l'AI: Linee sottili, espressione malinconica ma dolce, petali in primo piano sfocati (effetto bokeh), divisa scolastica dettagliata.

Super saiyan 5 goku vs serious saitama

Персонаж с картинки ремонтуючи електронні компоненти відкриває портал у інший вимір. Це світ Аніме

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PHONG CÁCH:
manga điện ảnh trắng đen, nét vẽ cực kì chi tiết, atmosphere buồn và cô đơn, cinematic anime style, cảm xúc sâu, ánh sáng mềm, vibe giống phim Nhật về giấc mơ và nỗi cô độc.

TONE:
u ám nhưng dịu dàng, chữa lành, cảm giác trống rỗng kéo dài, lonely aesthetic, dreamcore, emotional romance.

NHÂN VẬT:

1. Hạ An
- nữ, 19 tuổi
- tóc đen dài hơi rối
- mắt buồn, quầng thâm nhẹ vì mất ngủ
- da trắng nhợt
- dáng người gầy
- thường mặc hoodie rộng màu sáng hoặc áo len đơn giản
- khí chất cô độc, mong manh như sắp tan biến

2. Tần Phong
- nam, khoảng 20 tuổi
- cao, gầy
- mặc áo khoác đen rộng
- tóc hơi dài che một phần mắt
- ánh mắt dịu nhưng rất buồn
- đeo headphone màu bạc cũ
- cảm giác vừa xa lạ vừa quen thuộc
- giống kiểu người chỉ tồn tại trong giấc mơ

KỊCH BẢN:

CẢNH 1 — CĂN PHÒNG CỦA HẠ AN

Một căn phòng nhỏ trong chung cư cũ.
Tường trắng đã ngả vàng theo thời gian.
Ánh nắng chiều nhạt chiếu qua cửa sổ.
Có một chậu cây héo đặt bên cạnh.

Hạ An nằm trên giường nhìn lên trần nhà.
Ánh mắt vô hồn.
Điện thoại nằm bên cạnh nhưng không có tin nhắn nào.

Không khí cực kì yên tĩnh và cô đơn.

Góc máy:
wide shot từ góc phòng, thấy toàn bộ căn phòng trống trải.

Chi tiết:
sách vở phủ bụi, rèm cửa bay nhẹ, ánh sáng nhạt, bóng đổ dài trên sàn nhà.

Cảm xúc:
trống rỗng, mất phương hướng, cảm giác bị thế giới bỏ quên.

—

CẢNH 2 — GIẤC MƠ ĐẦU TIÊN

Một sân ga tàu điện ngầm cũ kỹ.
Không có ai ngoài Hạ An.
Đèn trên trần chập chờn.
Không khí lạnh và mờ sương.

Từ phía xa, Tần Phong bước tới.

Cậu mặc áo khoác đen rộng.
Tai đeo headphone bạc.
Gió nhẹ làm tóc cậu bay.

Khoảnh khắc Hạ An nhìn thấy cậu, trái tim cô bỗng dịu lại.

Tần Phong tháo một bên tai nghe rồi đưa cho cô.

Lời thoại:
“Nghe không?”

Hạ An đeo tai nghe.
Một bản piano buồn vang lên.

Hai người đứng cạnh nhau trong im lặng.

Góc máy:
cinematic medium shot, ánh sáng tàu điện phản chiếu lên gương mặt họ.

Chi tiết:
sương lạnh, ánh đèn neon trắng, bóng tàu điện kéo dài dưới nền ga.

Cảm xúc:
ấm áp giữa cô đơn, cảm giác tìm được nơi thuộc về.

—

CẢNH 3 — BỜ BIỂN TRONG MƠ

Biển đêm tối đen.
Ánh trăng phản chiếu trên mặt nước.

Tần Phong ngồi trên cát.
Hạ An ngồi xuống cạnh cậu.

Gió biển thổi tóc cả hai bay nhẹ.

Lời thoại:

Hạ An:
“Đây thật sự là mơ sao?”

Tần Phong:
“Chắc vậy.”

Hạ An:
“Vậy tại sao tớ lại nhớ rõ đến thế?”

Tần Phong im lặng vài giây rồi nói:
“Có những người dù chỉ xuất hiện trong giấc mơ… vẫn khiến mình nhớ cả đời.”

Hạ An nhìn cậu rất lâu.
Ánh mắt run nhẹ.

Góc máy:
wide cinematic shot từ phía sau lưng hai người nhìn ra biển.

Chi tiết:
sóng biển phản sáng, trời đầy mây, không khí lạnh và yên tĩnh.

Cảm xúc:
romance buồn, dịu dàng, nhớ nhung.

—

CẢNH 4 — THÀNH PHỐ GIẤC MƠ

Một con phố đêm không tồn tại ngoài đời thực.
Đèn neon phản chiếu xuống mặt đường ướt mưa.
Tiệm tiện lợi mở nhạc jazz cũ.

Hạ An và Tần Phong đi cạnh nhau trong im lặng.

Có lúc cả hai ngồi trong cửa hàng tiện lợi ăn mì ly.
Có lúc nằm trên sân thượng nhìn trời gần sáng.

Hạ An cười nhẹ lần đầu tiên sau rất lâu.

Chi tiết:
ánh đèn xanh đỏ phản chiếu trên kính, mưa nhỏ, hơi nước lạnh.

Cảm xúc:
bình yên mong manh, hạnh phúc nhỏ bé giữa thế giới cô độc.

—

CẢNH 5 — HIỆN THỰC

Mẹ Hạ An bị sốt.
Ngoài trời mưa rất lớn.

Hạ An lần đầu bước ra ngoài sau nhiều tuần.

Thành phố đông nghịt người.
Đèn xe nhòe đi trong nước mưa.

Cô vô tình va phải một chàng trai.

Túi thuốc rơi xuống đất.

Chàng trai cúi xuống nhặt giúp cô.

Khoảnh khắc Hạ An ngẩng đầu lên —
đó chính là gương mặt giống hệt Tần Phong.

Thời gian như ngừng lại.

Lời thoại:

“Bạn có bị thương không?”

Giọng nói trầm và dịu.

Hạ An đứng chết lặng giữa mưa.

Góc máy:
close-up đôi mắt Hạ An run nhẹ khi nhìn thấy cậu.

Chi tiết:
mưa rơi trên tóc và vai áo, ánh đèn xe phản chiếu lên mặt đường ướt.

Cảm xúc:
định mệnh, nghẹn ngào, trái tim sống lại sau thời gian dài ngủ yên.

PHONG CÁCH VẼ:
masterpiece manga panel, ultra detailed lineart, cinematic anime lighting, emotional storytelling, makoto shinkai atmosphere, realistic emotion, dreamcore aesthetic, black and white manga screentone.

TRÁNH:
low quality, blurry, bad anatomy, extra fingers, ugly face, distorted eyes, watermark, text lỗi, background sơ sài, biểu cảm cứng.
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a short story about ai who diss people openly, but seemingly no one notices. it's for a free manga trial. make it ungodly funny, please

Image Prompt

Anime/manga style classroom scene, 9:16 vertical format, modest and slightly worn high school classroom, wooden desks with scratches, chalkboard at the front, soft sunlight through open windows, warm and simple atmosphere, poor school setting.

Students wearing same uniform: simple white short-sleeve shirt, slightly faded navy blue skirt, black shoes, white socks.

Three girls seated together: Lin Xinyi (shoulder-length brown hair, calm expression), Lily Chen (long black ponytail, glasses, holding notebook), Mia Zhao (short auburn hair, energetic). Teacher at front speaking.

💬 Dialogue

Teacher:
"Don’t forget about the debate ahead. Some students might get scholarships."

Students (whispering):
"Scholarships?"
"This is serious…"

🎞️ Scene 2 – Class Murmuring
🖼️ Image Prompt

(Same classroom, teacher walking out, students turning, whispering, lively atmosphere)

💬 Dialogue

Student A:
"Did you hear that?"

Student B:
"This could change everything…"

🎞️ Scene 3 – Confident Student Speaks
🖼️ Image Prompt

(Male student standing confidently in class, others looking at him, trio seated together)

💬 Dialogue

Standing Student:
"You guys should stop worrying yourselves. When we have the top students in this class, it’s obvious who will get it."

Students (whispering):
"He means them…"
"Of course…"

🎞️ Scene 4 – Lin Xinyi Responds
🖼️ Image Prompt

(Focus on Lin Xinyi speaking calmly, friends beside her, students listening)

💬 Dialogue

Lin Xinyi:
"We should all study hard… we never know who might get it."

Students (soft murmuring):
"She’s right…"

🎞️ Scene 5 – Junior Arrives
🖼️ Image Prompt

(Door open, junior student standing, class turning, pointing at selected students)

💬 Dialogue

Junior Student:
"Excuse me… who is Xinyi, Lily, Mia Zhao, and Ella?"

Teacher:
"You should meet him now."

Student (whispering):
"Didn’t I tell you? Only the brilliant students will represent us."

🎞️ Scene 6 – Walking to Staff Room
🖼️ Image Prompt

(School corridor, four girls walking together, students watching)

💬 Dialogue

Mia Zhao:
"Do you think we got selected?!"

Lily Chen:
"I’m nervous… what if it’s something serious?"

Lin Xinyi (calm):
"Let’s just go and find out."

🎞️ Scene 7 – Staff Room Reveal
🖼️ Image Prompt

(Staff room, teacher behind desk, four girls standing in front)

💬 Dialogue

Teacher:
"You four have been selected to represent the school."

Ella:
"Represent… us?"

Teacher:
"Yes. A prestigious academy is offering admission to outstanding students."

🎞️ Scene 8 – Big News
🖼️ Image Prompt

(Closer emotional shot, girls reacting differently)

💬 Dialogue

Teacher:
"This is your chance to transfer to one of the most elite schools in the country."

Mia Zhao (excited):
"Wait… seriously?!"

Lily Chen (shocked):
"A rich school…?"

Lin Xinyi (quiet, determined):
"...This is our opportunity."

🎞️ Scene 9 – Outside the Office
🖼️ Image Prompt

(Girls standing outside, sunlight, emotional tone)

💬 Dialogue

Mia Zhao:
"We’re really leaving this place…"

Lily Chen:
"I’m scared… but excited too."

Lin Xinyi:
"No matter where we go… we stay together."

Ella (soft smile):
"Together."

🎞️ Scene 10 – Ending Panel
🖼️ Image Prompt

(Dramatic shot of school building fading into bright future transition)

💬 Narration (optional)

"A new world was waiting for them… one filled with riches, power… and challenges they never expected."

yuuka zenin do clã zenin um clã renomados de feiticeiros jujutsu que tem como principal técnica a invocação das dez sombras que são shikigamis cada um com sua especialidade yuuka zenin tem um irmão chamado tsurugi que têm como técnica a restrição celestial que foca em trazer o potencial físico do seu corpo ao extremo para lutar de igual pra igual contra maldições

🎭 "The Relay Robbery" — A Love Story Gone Wrong
A Manga Short Story featuring Alice & Bob

PANEL 1 — THE DISCOVERY
[Scene: Tesla showroom, bright lights, shiny cars everywhere]
Alice walks past the Tesla showroom window holding her coffee ☕
She spots Bob inside, talking to a salesman, signing papers, looking very serious.

Alice (internal monologue, sparkle eyes): "Awww he looks so cute when he's being responsible with money—"

Bob hands over his credit card.

Alice (eyes go wide): "Wait..."

Salesman wraps a big red bow on a Model Y.

Alice (jaw drops to floor, coffee falls in slow motion): "HE'S BUYING A TESLA????"

PANEL 2 — THE BETRAYAL
[Alice dramatically pressed against the window like a sad anime character in rain]

Alice (thinking): "Tomorrow is March 8th. International Women's Day. MY day."
Alice (thinking): "And this man... THIS man... is buying himself a Tesla??"

Bob is seen laughing with the salesman, completely unaware.

Alice (single dramatic tear): "I raised this man."

[Close up on Alice's face — the expression of someone who has decided something dangerous]

PANEL 3 — THE PLANNING PHASE
[Alice at home, 2AM, lying on the ceiling like a sad anime character, staring at nothing]

Alice: "It's fine. I'm fine. He just forgot Women's Day. It's FINE."

[Cut to: Alice aggressively eating chips in bed, laptop open]

Alice: "I'm not even mad. I'm just... "

YouTube autoplay kicks in.

YouTube Ad: "🔴 HOW HACKERS STEAL KEYLESS ENTRY CARS IN 60 SECONDS —"

[Alice slowly stops chewing]
[The chip hangs in midair]

Alice (eyes slowly light up like a villain origin story): "...Go on."

PANEL 4 — THE TUTORIAL
[Alice watching the video, taking notes in a Hello Kitty notebook]

YouTube: "The attacker simply extends the LF signal from the key fob using two radio devices—"

Alice (writing intensely): "...two... radio... devices..."

YouTube: "—the car believes the key is present even from miles away—"

Alice (underlining three times): "KEY. DOES. NOT. NEED. TO. BE. THERE."

Alice (slams notebook shut, stands up dramatically): "Neither does Bob."

[Lightning strikes outside for dramatic effect]

PANEL 5 — THE ACCOMPLICE
[Alice staring at her cat "Cipher" who is sitting on the bed licking his paw, completely unbothered]

Alice: "Cipher."

[Cat ignores her]

Alice: "Cipher I need you."

[Cat slowly blinks once — the absolute minimum acknowledgment]

Alice (pulls out hand-drawn diagram): "Okay so Bob's key fob must be on his bedside table. His bedroom window is on the ground floor. I need Device Two close to the key. You are small. You are silent. You are perfect."

[Long pause]
[Cat knocks her Hello Kitty notebook off the bed and walks away]

Alice: "CIPHER THIS IS FOR WOMEN'S DAY."

PANEL 6 — THE RECRUITMENT
[Alice holding Cipher up like Simba from Lion King, looking him dead in the eyes]

Alice: "You have been eating my food for 4 years."
Alice: "Free of charge."
Alice: "Tonight. You pay rent."

[Cipher stares back with the dead eyes of a creature who feels absolutely nothing]
[Cut to: Alice taping the relay device to Cipher's collar with excessive amounts of tape]

Cipher (internal monologue, absolutely disgusted): "I should have stayed a stray."

PANEL 7 — THE OPERATION BEGINS
[3AM. Bob's house. Alice crouching in the bushes outside, dressed in full black, wearing night vision goggles she definitely bought from Amazon same-day delivery]

Alice (whispering into walkie talkie): "Cipher. Do you copy."

[Cipher sits next to her, device taped to collar, staring into the void]

Alice: "Cipher. The window is open. The key fob is 2 meters inside on the nightstand. I need you to go in, get close to it, and hold position."

[Cipher yawns so wide his whole face disappears]

Alice: "Cipher this is a stealth mission."

[Cipher meows. Loudly. Into the night.]

Alice (grabbing him): "CIPHER—"

PANEL 8 — THE PUSH
[Alice holding Cipher up to Bob's open bedroom window on the ground floor]
[Inside: Bob sleeping peacefully, key fob glowing on the nightstand, completely unaware]

Alice (whispering): "Okay. Nice and easy. Just... walk to the nightstand. That's all I need."

[She places Cipher on the windowsill]
[Cipher turns around and stares at Alice]

Alice (whispering): "Go. Go go go. Shoo."

[Cipher does not move]

Alice (through gritted teeth): "CIPHER. I WILL BUY YOU THE GOOD TUNA."

[Cipher takes one step inside]
[Alice exhales]
[Cipher immediately sits down directly on Bob's face]

Bob (muffled, half asleep): "...wha... Cipher? ...how did you—"

[Alice freezes outside the window]

Bob (eyes still closed, half dreaming): "...s'okay buddy... go sleep..."

[Bob moves Cipher to the side directly onto the nightstand next to the key fob]
[Alice's eyes go wide]

Alice (internal monologue, whispering): "...He just... placed him... perfectly."
Alice: "Cipher you absolute genius."

[Cipher is already asleep on top of the key fob, completely by accident, perfectly positioned]

PANEL 9 — THE RELAY
[Alice outside with Device One pointed at the Tesla parked down the street]
[Device Two on Cipher's collar, 30cm from the key fob inside]
[The signal bridge is complete]

Alice (hands shaking, pointing device at car): "Signal extended... key fob excited... car thinks key is present..."

[Tesla down the street goes: 🔓 CLICK]
[Alice's mouth falls open]

Alice (barely breathing): "...It worked."

[Long pause]

Alice (forgetting to whisper): "IT ACTUALLY WORKED."

[Bob shifts in his sleep]
[Cipher opens one eye, judges her, closes it again]

Alice (running to the car in slow motion like an action movie): "CIPHER EXTRACT YOURSELF WE ARE LEAVING—"

[Cipher does not move]
[Alice drives away without him]
[Cipher watches from the windowsill]

Cipher (internal monologue): "Good. I live here now."

PANEL 10 — GANGSTER MODE ACTIVATED
[Alice in the Tesla, door closes, engine hums silently because it's electric and that's somehow funnier]
[She sits in silence for exactly 3 seconds]
[Then slowly... she puts on her sunglasses]
[At 3AM]
[In the dark]
[She connects her phone to the Tesla's Bluetooth]
[An extremely dramatic song starts playing — something like "HUMBLE." by Kendrick Lamar or "Power" by Kanye]

Alice (one hand on wheel, leaning back, full villain arc complete): "Hm."

[She pulls out of the street at exactly the speed limit because she is not stupid]
[Windows down. Music up. Single finger tapping the wheel.]

Alice (internal monologue): "This is the best car I have ever driven."
Alice: "This is also the best thing I have ever done."

[She merges onto the highway heading south]
[The GPS says: "Destination: Mexico — 14 hours"]

Alice: "Perfect."

PANEL 11 — BOB WAKES UP
[7AM. Bob's bedroom. Sunlight streaming in.]
[Cipher is sitting on Bob's chest staring at him from 2cm away]
[Bob opens eyes. Sees cat. Confused.]

Bob: "...Cipher how did you get in here."

[Bob reaches for phone. Notification on screen:]

🚗 Tesla App: Your vehicle is currently in ARIZONA.
Estimated speed: 78mph
Playing: "HUMBLE." — Kendrick Lamar
Climate control: 72°F
*Driver seat adjusted: -4 inches ← (Alice is shorter than Bob)

[Bob stares at the notification]
[Bob looks at the empty key hook on the wall]
[Bob looks at Cipher]

Bob: "...Cipher."

[Cipher meows]

Bob: "Did Alice—"

[Cipher meows again, louder, and headbutts the relay device still taped to his collar]
[Bob stares at the device on the cat's collar]
[Bob stares at the Tesla app showing his car in Arizona]
[Bob stares at the date on his phone: March 8th]

Bob (very slowly): "She thought I bought it for myself, ohh lord have mercy"

[Long pause]
[Bob lies back down and pulls the blanket over his face]

Bob (muffled): "...I spent three months planning this."

[Cipher sits on his face again in solidarity]

PANEL 12 — ARIZONA. THE DISCOVERY.
[Alice, sunglasses on, one arm out the window, absolutely living her best life, somewhere in the Arizona desert]
[Sun is setting. Sky is orange and pink. The Tesla purrs silently.]

Alice (singing along to the radio, zero regrets): "This is MY car now. I earned this. Eight years of Women's Days and he finally—"

[The glove compartment pops open slightly on a speed bump]
[A small white envelope slides out onto the passenger seat]
[Alice glances at it]
[On the envelope in Bob's handwriting, with a small heart:]

"To my precious Alice 🌹"

[Alice's sunglasses slowly slide down her nose]

PANEL 13 — THE REALIZATION
[Alice pulled over on the side of the highway. Engine still running. Card in hand.]
Inside the envelope:

"Happy International Women's Day💕
— Your Bob 🌹"

[The Arizona wind blows dramatically through her hair]
[A tumbleweed rolls past]
[A coyote howls in the distance]

Alice: "..."

Alice (very small voice): "I stole my own car."

[Beat]

Alice: "Heading to Mexico."

Alice: "In my own stolen present."

[She looks at herself in the rearview mirror]
[Her own sunglasses stare back at her]

Alice (to her reflection): "You studied cybersecurity for four years.you deserve it"

PANEL 14 — THE PHONE CALL
[Alice calls Bob. It rings twice. He picks up immediately, which means he was waiting.]

Bob (eerily calm): "Hello Alice."

Alice: "Hypothetically."

Bob: "Mhm."

Alice: "If someone... relocated a vehicle... by accident—"

Bob: "By accident."

Alice: "Using a technique they learned from YouTube—"

Bob: "At 2AM."

Alice: "...You knew?"

Bob: "Cipher still has the relay device on his collar Alice."

[Silence]

Alice: "...The card was very sweet."

Bob (sighing): "WHERE ARE YOU."

Alice (tiny voice): "...Arizona."

Bob: "ALICE."

Alice: "THE TACOS ARE REALLY GOOD HERE—"

Alice: "I PANICKED OKAY I SAW YOU BUY A TESLA AND I—"

Bob: "IT HAD A BOW ON IT—"

Alice: "I THOUGHT IT WAS FOR YOU—"

Bob: "WHY WOULD I PUT A BOW ON A CAR FOR MYSELF—"

Alice (pause): "...Men do things, Bob."

[Bob makes a sound that is half laugh half cry]

Bob (exhausted): "...Are you safe?"

Alice (small voice): "...Yes."

Bob: "Is my car safe?"

Alice: "...Also yes."

PANEL 15 — THE MORAL
[Final panel. Alice sitting on the hood of the Tesla on the side of an Arizona highway at sunset, eating a gas station burrito, looking simultaneously guilty, grateful, and completely unbothered]

PANEL 16 — THE END

"Bob bought Alice a second Tesla the following Women's Day."
"With a GPS tracker, a note taped to the steering wheel, and zero ambiguity."
"Cipher got the good tuna. He earned it."

CLIMATE X INDIGENOUS VOICES
MAGAZINE EDITION – 2025 HIGHLIGHTS
OPENING NOTE

2025 has been a defining year for Climate X Indigenous Voices — a year of deep listening, bold experimentation, and continent-wide action against climate disinformation. From grassroots fieldwork to global information integrity frameworks, this project has cemented itself as one of Africa’s leading voices on climate truth, Indigenous knowledge, and digital resilience.
This edition captures the milestones, stories, and sparks that shaped our journey.

FEATURE I — Foundations of a Movement
Project Foundations & Ethical Community Partnerships

Our year began where all great stories do — on the ground. Core teams were formed across Zimbabwe, Uganda, Kenya and regional media hubs, with contracts, TORs, and workflow structures firmly established.
Early engagement with Indigenous partners — including the Tjwa community and others — ensured ethical collaboration, transparent consent, and storytelling shaped with communities, not about them.

FEATURE II — Investigating the Climate Lie Machine
Grassroots Disinformation Research

In Matabeleland North, our field teams completed a landmark study with the Tjwa community. The research reveals how climate disinformation impacts resource access, daily decision-making, and community adaptation.
These findings now anchor our content pipeline — from animations to community exhibitions — and the full report will be released on our public document-sharing platform.

Africa Climate Disinformation Toolkit

The continent’s first integrated guide to climate misinformation has been finalised. Led by an information integrity expert, the toolkit documents:

Recurring myths

Localised misinformation patterns

Platform-driven manipulation

Emerging online climate narratives

Launching this December via webinar, the Toolkit already informs youth trainings and content strategy. It will be publicly accessible for download and reading.

FEATURE III — Art as Resistance
Art-Driven Dissemination Strategy

From murals to exhibitions, 2025 strengthened the role of art in climate truth-telling. Community artists partnered with us to transform research into accessible, culturally rooted visual storytelling.
A centerpiece was the exhibition inspired by The Last Forest documentary, showcased at the Green Cities Expo in September.

FEATURE IV — Nurturing the Next Generation of Climate Truth Creators
Green Media Accelerator: Fake News Fighters Track

In Nairobi, the Green Media Accelerator launched a dedicated track for Fake News Fighters (FNF) — now one of Africa’s leading climate information integrity models.
Through mentorship, fact-checking skills, and seed funding, FNF empowered young media innovators to produce verified, creative responses to climate lies.

INFORMATION INTEGRITY HIGHLIGHTS
Positioning Africa in the Global Info Integrity Landscape

2025 saw FNF align with the UNESCO Declaration for Information Integrity in the Public Sphere, marking a milestone for African-driven climate truth models.
In 2026, FNF will contribute directly to shaping the world’s first Climate Information Integrity Framework, anchoring African solutions in global policy spaces.

Fake News Fighters Bootcamps – Kenya & Uganda

Using UKWELI as the core tool, two bootcamps trained 30 young creators to:

Fact-check climate misinformation

Detect platform manipulations

Produce counter-narratives

Map the real-world impacts of false climate stories

These creators now feed into a continent-wide content pipeline.

FEATURE V — Content, Storytelling & Digital Resistance
Voices Rooted Podcast

Production of the first episodes began this month. Key recordings include:

Dr. Albert K. Barume, UN Special Rapporteur on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples

Indigenous leaders and frontline climate defenders

The podcast positions Indigenous wisdom at the centre of Africa’s climate discourse.

Hope Not Heat! — Log Off The Lies Digital Campaign

Bold. Satirical. Youth-driven.
Log Off The Lies has become our strongest weapon against climate misinformation.

Highlights:

Infomercial launched in October — 2 million views

Hero content released last week — 1.8 million views

Youth social storm platform launched — 100+ engagements and counting

Humour + fact-checking = sharper climate awareness among youth audiences

This campaign now shapes the continent’s conversation on online climate manipulation.

Influencer Travel Vlogs

Travel and contracting with leading African vloggers is underway. Their content — spotlighting Indigenous adaptation stories — will be released early next year for wider impact.

Documentary Production

In Zimbabwe:
Filming completed in August.
Trailer for The Last Forest reached 2.5 million views.
Festival submissions are being prepared for 2026.

In Uganda:
Filming has begun, expanding the documentary footprint across the region.

A major national event is planned to engage policy makers on Indigenous Peoples' Rights, Conservation, FPIC and Extractive Industries.

FEATURE VI — Youth Creativity & Climate Knowledge
Climate Fake News Smackdown

This creative competition invited youth to challenge climate myths.
Three winners — one each from Zimbabwe, Kenya and Uganda — are now producing myth-busting content for release this month.

Climate Facts Animations

Three animated explainers are in production:

Episode 1 releases on 10 December

Episode 2 is complete

Episode 3 follows early next year

These animations demystify climate disinformation for youth audiences.

FEATURE VII — Growing a Continental Network
Africa Climate Labs Network

Content hubs across East and Southern Africa are collaborating to build an Africa-wide front against climate disinformation.
2026 will deepen:

Joint content planning

Regular reporting

Skill exchanges

Coordinated distribution strategies

Mid-term M&E is tracking reach, narrative shifts, and behaviour change across communities.

SPECIAL RECOGNITION
Fake News Fighters Wins Amnesty International Zimbabwe Award

FNF received the Digital Creativity Award, affirming that information integrity is fundamental to climate justice.
Without reliable information, communities cannot defend their rights, advocate for policy change, or hold powerful actors accountable.

LOOKING AHEAD — 2026 AND BEYOND

Next year, Climate X Indigenous Voices pivots from standalone outputs to continent-wide narrative influence.

Key Priorities for 2026

Expanding UKWELI’s integration into broader African dialogues on climate truth and Indigenous resilience

Strengthening the Fake News Fighters track for Zimbabwean and Tanzanian innovators

Documentary production in Kenya and Tanzania

A refreshed, more dynamic phase of the Hope Not Heat! campaign

Strategic release of delayed content to maximise engagement

2026 will be the year the project scales from impactful storytelling to movement-level influence.

🎬 PAINEL 01 — Skyline de Seul ao amanhecer

VISUAL: Painel panorâmico, full-width. Vista aérea de Seul às 7h da manhã. Prédios espelhados, sol nascente em laranja e rosa. No centro, um arranha-céu com o logotipo NEXORA em azul neon.

NARRAÇÃO (caixa no topo, letra delicada): "Seul, 7h da manhã. Em algum lugar nessa cidade, alguém está prestes a cometer um erro muito, muito caro."
✦ SFX: sons de trânsito matinal, pombos

🎬 PAINEL 02 — Interior do arranha-céu — Lobby da NEXORA

VISUAL: Lobby minimalista, todo branco e vidro. Funcionários bem vestidos cruzam o espaço em ritmo apressado. No centro, um painel com os dizeres: "NEXORA — Engineering the Future."

ÂNGULO: Close no relógio digital na parede: 07:58.

NARRAÇÃO: "A NEXORA é a startup de tecnologia mais bem avaliada do país pelo terceiro ano consecutivo. Graças a um único homem."

🎬 PAINEL 03 — Close em Han Joon-seo — Grande impacto visual

VISUAL: Painel de impacto alto. Joon-seo entra pelo lobby em câmera lenta visual. Terno preto imaculado, expressão neutra, xícara de café na mão. Os funcionários ao redor se endireitam discretamente quando ele passa.

ÂNGULO: Low-angle shot, fazendo-o parecer monumental. Foco desfocado nos funcionários ao fundo.

NARRAÇÃO: "Han Joon-seo. 30 anos. CEO. QI 147. Zero tolerância para incompetência — ou para pessoas que chegam atrasadas."
✦ SFX: silêncio dramático, trilha sonora de fundo que soa épica

🎬 PAINEL 04 — CORTE — Rua externa, 08:01

VISUAL: Painel CÔMICO de contraste. Yeon Mirae correndo desesperadamente na rua, mochila saltitando nas costas, cabelo desgrenhado, fone de ouvido no pescoço, bagel na boca.

EXPRESSÃO MIRAE: Pânico total, olhos arregalados, bochechas vermelhas.

BALÃO DE PENSAMENTO (forma irregular, letra caótica): "Primeiro dia. PRIMEIRO DIA. Por que — por que eu dormi? Por que o alarme não tocou? Por que eu existi?"
✦ SFX: FWOOSH — barulho de corrida frenética

LEGENDA DE TEMPO: 08:01 — Reunião de onboarding: 08:00

🎬 PAINEL 05 — Entrada do prédio — Yeon Mirae vs. porta giratória

VISUAL: Mirae empurra a porta giratória com força demais, tropeça, e entra no lobby em total desequilíbrio. Os funcionários ao redor olham. Ela se endireita fingindo que foi intencional.

MIRAE: "Bom dia a todos! Tudo... tudo normal aqui."

REAÇÃO DE FUNDO: Funcionário A sussurra para o Funcionário B: "...ela tropeçou na porta giratória."
✦ SFX: BANG — porta batendo
📝 Nota: Expressão de Mirae: sorriso forçado de 'não aconteceu nada'

🎬 PAINEL 06 — Frente ao elevador — O grande erro

VISUAL: Mirae corre em direção ao elevador. Dois elevadores: um com placa dourada discreta "CEO" (pequena, que ela ignora), outro normal. Ela aperta o botão do elevador CEO sem ler.

BALÃO DE PENSAMENTO: "Décimo andar, décimo andar, décimo andar—"

VISUAL: As portas se abrem. Dentro: Han Joon-seo, sozinho, olhando o celular.

EXPRESSÃO JOON-SEO: Sobrancelha levemente erguida. Não está acostumado com pessoas neste elevador.

🎬 PAINEL 07 — DENTRO DO ELEVADOR — A catástrofe do café

VISUAL: Mirae entra correndo, freando em último segundo. Mas a inércia faz o café dela — que ela não percebeu que estava segurando — voar em arco perfeito.

PAINEL CÂMERA LENTA (efeito visual): O café em slow-motion no ar. Expressão de horror de Mirae. Expressão de incredulidade de Joon-seo. O café pousa no peito do terno dele.
✦ SFX: SPLASH — barulho exagerado de líquido

EXPRESSÃO JOON-SEO: Congelado. Olha para o café no terno. Olha para Mirae. Temperatura da sala cai 10 graus.
EXPRESSÃO MIRAE: Branca como papel. Fone de ouvido ainda tocando — trilha sonora inapropriadamente animada vaza pelo fone.

🎬 PAINEL 08 — Reação — O silêncio mais longo da história

VISUAL: Painel estreito e alto: apenas os olhos de Joon-seo, olhando para baixo para a mancha. Depois os olhos de Mirae, olhando para cima para ele. Silêncio visual pesado.

ÂNGULO: Alternância de close nos rostos, como um duelo de faroeste.

MIRAE: "Eu... eu sou muito boa em consertar situações. Isso aqui... definitivamente não é uma delas."

🎬 PAINEL 09 — A cena cômica — Mirae tenta resolver

VISUAL: Mirae tira o cachecol da mochila e tenta tampar a mancha no terno de Joon-seo. Ele a para com uma mão, expressão indescritível — entre irritação e fascinação involuntária.

JOON-SEO: "O que exatamente você está fazendo?"
MIRAE: "Solução criativa de problemas! Aprendi num TED Talk."
JOON-SEO: "Pare."
MIRAE: "Parado."

BALÃO DE PENSAMENTO DE MIRAE: "Ele está com raiva? Parece com raiva. Isso é a cara dele de raiva ou a cara dele de sempre? Homem difícil de ler."

🎬 PAINEL 10 — Mirae ainda sem saber quem ele é

VISUAL: Mirae ajeita a mochila, faz respiração funda, e decide adotar postura profissional. Joon-seo a observa como se fosse um fenômeno meteorológico inexplicável.

MIRAE: "Olha, sinto muito pelo terno. Mas, honestamente? Você deveria soltar mais. Você tem cara de chefe que estressa a equipe."

EXPRESSÃO JOON-SEO: Pisca. Não processou direito.

JOON-SEO: "Perdão?"
MIRAE: "Liderança rígida demais cria ambiente tóxico. Li o relatório de clima organizacional da empresa semana passada — nota 6.2 de 10. Não é ótimo."

BALÃO DE PENSAMENTO DE JOON-SEO: "Ela... leu o relatório de clima?"

🎬 PAINEL 11 — Chegada ao andar — A revelação

VISUAL: Elevador abre no andar executivo. Park Siwon está esperando com agenda na mão. Seus olhos vão de Joon-seo (terno manchado) para Mirae (cara de quem não sabe onde está) e de volta.

EXPRESSÃO SIWON: Máscara profissional perfeita, mas os olhos dizem "o que aconteceu aqui?"

SIWON: "Bom dia, Sr. Han. Sua primeira reunião em cinco minutos."

MIRAE — olha a placa do andar: ANDAR EXECUTIVO — DIRETORIA.

MIRAE — olha para Joon-seo.
MIRAE — olha para Siwon. Que discretamente aponta para Joon-seo e forma com a boca: "CEO."

EXPRESSÃO MIRAE: Colapso interno silencioso. Sorriso externo fixo no rosto como pintura.
✦ SFX: som interno de sirenes de emergência

🎬 PAINEL 12 — O final do capítulo — Cena de impacto

VISUAL: Joon-seo já caminhou alguns passos em direção à sala. Vira levemente o rosto sobre o ombro para Mirae.

JOON-SEO: "Nota 6.2. Eu sei. Por isso contratei novos desenvolvedores."

PAUSA VISUAL: Close no canto dos lábios de Joon-seo. Quase — quase — um sorriso.

JOON-SEO: "Bem-vinda à NEXORA, Yeon Mirae."

MIRAE — boquiaberta.
MIRAE: "Como você sabe meu nome?"
JOON-SEO: "Eu contratei você."

ÚLTIMO PAINEL — full width: Mirae parada no corredor, Joon-seo desaparecendo pela porta da sala executiva. Siwon ao lado dela, oferecendo discretamente um guardanapo para o café que pingou no sapato dela.

SIWON: "Posso te indicar o caminho para o décimo andar?"
MIRAE: "...por favor."

1. Grundkonzept des Mangas
Genre: Psychological Thriller / Mystery
Zentrale Frage der Story
Wenn deine Erinnerungen manipuliert werden, wie kannst du wissen, wer du bist?
1. Realität
2. subjektive Wahrnehmung
3. fragmentierte Erinnerung
Der Leser weiss lange nicht, welche Ebene gerade gezeigt wird.
2. Hauptcharakter
Name
Airi Kagami („Kagami“ bedeutet Spiegel, passt zum Thema Identität)
Alter: 17 Schule: Oberstufe
Persönlichkeit
• ruhig
• introvertiert
• beobachtet mehr als sie spricht
• kaum Freunde
• starke Selbstzweifel
• Angst vor Kontrolle durch andere
• obsessives Denken
Charakterdesign
Aussehen:
• schwarze mittellange Haare
• blasse Haut
• leicht müde Augen
• Schuluniform fast immer perfekt ordentlich
Symbolik
Erscheinung verändert sich je nach Zustand
• Augenringe = mentale Überlastung
• Haare vor Augen = Verdrängung
• gerade Haltung = Kontrolle
Airi hat:
Memory Dissociation
Ihr Gehirn hat traumatische Erinnerungen abgespalten.
Diese abgespaltene Seite ist Rei
Angst
• Kontrolle über sich selbst zu verlieren
• Routine einzuhalten
• ihr Verhalten zu kontrollieren
Gewohnheiten
• schreibt alles in ein kleines Notizbuch
• überprüft ständig die Uhrzeit
• hat Angst, Dinge zu vergessen
3. Zweite Persönlichkeit
Name: Rei
Keine klassische Split Personality sondern eine mentale Projektion von Airis unterdrücktem Selbst.
Rei ist
• selbstbewusst
• manipulative
• emotional kalt
• extrem charismatisch
Designunterschiede
• Haare leicht anders gestylt
• intensiver Blick
• leichtes Lächeln
Rei repräsentiert:
• unterdrückte Wut
• Selbstvertrauen
• emotionale Freiheit
Rei glaubt:
Airi ist eine künstliche Version.
Rei’s Ziel
Rei möchte:
die Kontrolle übernehmen. Nicht aus Bosheit. Sondern weil sie glaubt sie ist die echte.

4. Nebencharaktere
1. Haruto – der Beobachter
• Psychologiestudent
• arbeitet Teilzeit in einem Forschungsprojekt
Er untersucht Gedächtnisverzerrungen bei Jugendlichen.
Er trifft Airi zufällig. Er könnte mehr über sie wissen, als er sagt.

2. Mika – die Freundin
Airis einzige echte Freundin.
• extrovertiert
• ehrlich
• emotional
Sie beginnt zu bemerken Airi verändert sich
3. Der Unbekannte
Eine Figur, die immer wieder auftaucht:
• im Hintergrund
• auf Fotos
• in Träumen
Er ist Teil eines alten Experiments.

4. Dr. Shidou
Der Wissenschaftler hinter dem Experiment.
Er taucht erst spät in der Story auf.
Sein Ziel war:
eine Persönlichkeit künstlich neu zu formen.

5. Zentrale Storyidee
Als Kind war Airi Teil eines psychologischen Forschungsprojekts über Erinnerungsmanipulation.
Die Erinnerungen wurden später gelöscht.
Aber Ihr Gehirn beginnt, die Fragmente wieder zusammenzusetzen.
Rei entsteht aus diesen Fragmenten.

6. Struktur (4 Arcs)
ARC 1 – „Risse“
Ziel: Realität destabilisieren.
Airi lebt normales Leben
• kleine Dinge stimmen nicht
• sie findet Nachrichten auf ihrem Handy, die sie nicht geschrieben hat
• Lehrer behaupten, sie habe Dinge gesagt
• sie erinnert sich nicht
Eines Tages sieht sie eine Version von sich selbst auf der Strasse.
Aber niemand anderes reagiert. Ende Arc findet sie ein Foto. Sie selbst und ein Mädchen, das genauso aussieht.
ARC 2 – „Die zweite Version“
Die Erscheinungen werden stärker.
Rei beginnt
• Entscheidungen für Airi zu treffen
• Nachrichten zu schreiben
• Leute zu manipulieren
Airi verliert Zeit.
Typische Szene
Sie wacht in einem Café auf und weiß nicht, wie sie dorthin kam.
Mika sagt
„Du warst doch die ganze Zeit hier.“
Aber Airi erinnert sich an nichts.
ARC 3 – „Das Experiment“
Haruto entdeckt:
Vor 10 Jahren gab es ein Experiment über:
Memory Reconstruction.
Kinder sollten lernen falsche Erinnerungen als echte zu akzeptieren
Airi war Testperson.
Problem
Ihr Gehirn entwickelte eine Abwehrreaktion. Die Erinnerungen spalteten sich.
Rei ist ein Resultat davon
ARC 4 – „Konfrontation“
Realität beginnt komplett zu zerfallen.
Visuelle Szenen
• Klassenzimmer verwandeln sich in Labore
• Spiegel zeigen andere Versionen von Airi
• Menschen sprechen mit Rei statt mit Airi
Airi trifft Rei direkt.
Dialog
Rei sagt
„Ich bin die Version von dir, die nicht vergessen wollte.“
Twist:
Rei war ursprünglich die echte Persönlichkeit. Airi ist die konstruierte
7. Finale
Airi muss entscheiden:
• Rei löschen oder die Wahrheit akzeptieren
Wenn Rei verschwindet verliert Airi viele Erinnerungen
Wenn sie bleibt verändert Ihre Persönlichkeit sich komplett
Letzte Szene
Airi schaut in einen Spiegel. Sie lächelt. Aber der Leser weiss nicht ob es Airi oder Rei war.

8. Visuelle Symbolik
Spiegel
Identität
Züge
Übergang zwischen Erinnerungen
Wasser
Unterbewusstsein
Glitches
Erinnerungsfehler
9. Panel-Techniken (für Manga)
• Panels ohne Hintergrund
• extreme Close-Ups der Augen
• Panels, die sich überlappen
• Szenen ohne Dialog

10. Inspirationswerke
Anime / Film:
• Paprika
• Perfect Blue
• Serial Experiments Lain
• Black Swan
Manga:
• Monster
• Goodnight Punpun
11. Kapitelstruktur (26 Kapitel)
ARC 1 Realität bricht (Kapitel 1–7)
Kapitel 1 – Der Spiegel
Airi sieht im Spiegel
Eine Version von sich selbst lächelt.
Während sie selbst neutral schaut.
Kapitel 2 – Nachrichten
Sie findet Nachrichten auf ihrem Handy
Die sie nie geschrieben hat.
Kapitel 3 – Erinnerungslücke
Mika sagt
„Du warst gestern komplett anders.“
Aber Airi erinnert sich an nichts.

Kapitel 4 – Doppelgänger
Airi sieht ein Mädchen.
Es sieht aus wie sie.
Das Mädchen verschwindet in der Menge.
Kapitel 5 – Der Zug
Airi schläft im Zug ein.
Als sie aufwacht
ist der Zug komplett leer.
Kapitel 6 – Die Stimme
Sie hört eine Stimme
„Du bist nicht echt.“
Kapitel 7 – Foto
Sie findet ein Foto aus ihrer Kindheit.
Darauf sind zwei Mädchen.
Beide sehen aus wie sie.

ARC 2 – Rei erscheint (Kapitel 8–15)
Kapitel 8
Rei spricht zum ersten Mal direkt mit ihr.
Nur im Spiegel.
Kapitel 9
Airi verliert mehrere Stunden Zeit.
Kapitel 10
Ein Mitschüler sagt:
„Du hast mich gestern bedroht.“

Kapitel 11
Airi sieht eine Videoaufnahme.
Rei benutzt ihren Körper.
Kapitel 12
Haruto beginnt, sie zu untersuchen.
Kapitel 13
Traumsequenzen werden intensiver.
Gebäude verändern ihre Form.
Kapitel 14
Rei erscheint physisch vor ihr.
Kapitel 15
Rei sagt
„Du bist die falsche Version.“

ARC 3 – Wahrheit (Kapitel 16–19)
Haruto findet das Experiment.
Name:
Project Echo
Ziel
Menschen mit neuen Erinnerungen neu programmieren.
Kapitel 16
Airi war Testperson.
Kapitel 17
Rei ist ein Fragment der originalen Persönlichkeit.
Kapitel 18
Die Erinnerungen wurden gelöscht. Aber Rei überlebte.
Kapitel 19
Rei sagt:
„Du bist die Version, die sie erschaffen haben.“

ARC 4 – Realität zerfällt (Kapitel 20–26)
Jetzt verschwimmen Realität und Erinnerung komplett.
Kapitel 20
Die Stadt wirkt leer.
Menschen reagieren seltsam.
Kapitel 21
Airis Vergangenheit verändert sich ständig.
Kapitel 22
Sie findet das Labor.
Kapitel 23
Dr. Shidou erklärt:
Das Experiment hat zwei Persönlichkeiten erzeugt.
Kapitel 24
Airi und Rei kämpfen um Kontrolle.
Kapitel 25
Airi akzeptiert Rei.
Beide verschmelzen.
Kapitel 26 – Ende
Airi geht durch die Stadt.
Sie lächelt.
Aber ihre Augen wirken anders.
Wer kontrolliert jetzt den Körper?
12. Visuelle Szenen
Inspiration Satoshi Kon
Szene 1
Airi geht durch ein Klassenzimmer.
Die Schüler werden plötzlich zu Mannequins.
Szene 2
Spiegel zeigen unterschiedliche Emotionen.
Szene 3
Die Stadt wiederholt sich endlos.
Szene 4
Ein Raum hat plötzlich 20 Türen.
Alle führen zum gleichen Ort.
13. Symbolsystem
Spiegel
Identität
Wasser
Unterbewusstsein
Züge
Übergang zwischen Erinnerungen
Kameras
Beobachtung

14. Zeichenstil
• starke Schatten
• leere Hintergründe
• extreme Augen Close up
• verzerrte Perspektiven
15. Wichtig
Mache den Leser genauso unsicher wie die Figur
• Was ist echt?
• Was ist Erinnerung?
• Wer ist die echte Persönlichkeit?

Chapter I: When Distance Meets Defiance
Mia Tachibana used to feel everything — joy, love, sorrow — all of it. But when her father died, something inside her froze. She reached for her friends, but they turned away, or worse, mocked her grief. So she stopped reaching. The warmth vanished, replaced by ice. They called her the Ice Queen, and she wore the title like armor. The girl of everyone's dreams — beautiful, distant, untouchable. Cold to her classmates. Colder to anyone who dared to ask her out.
At Mia’s school, a new transfer student arrived — Paßh. She’d been assigned to show him around, and at first, everything went smoothly. That was, until a guy swaggered up with too much confidence and a smirk that screamed popularity.
Maybe he’s one of the popular kids, you thought.
The guy grinned, leaning a little too close.
“Hey, baby girl,” he drawled. “I was thinking... me, you, Sunday night, candlelight, a beautiful restaurant—”
“F*** no,” Mia cut in, her voice like a blade. “You pathetic excuse of a human being.”
The guy froze, his grin dying instantly. A few students nearby snickered as he backed away, red-faced and humiliated.
Mia turned back to you, completely unfazed.
“Ready to continue the tour?”
“LOVE METER:-20”

Paßh stormed toward the group without hesitation, fury carved across his face. His voice rang out, sharp and protective.
“¡Ni te acerques! Si la tocas, te juro que te vas a arrepentir. ¿Entendiste?”
The guy stumbled back, stunned, hands lifting in surrender as Paßh shoved him hard in the chest. His friends shifted as if ready to step in, but one look at Paßh’s glare froze them where they stood.
The hallway fell silent. Eyes turned. Whispers rose like smoke.
Paßh didn’t care.
He spun back toward Mia, breath still ragged as he walked to her side. He looked at her—unfazed by the cold in her eyes, unthreatened by the frozen walls she’d built around herself.
“I’m sorry you had to deal with that,” he said, voice softer now, though the conviction still burned underneath.
“No one should speak to you that way. Not ever.”

Her silver eyes narrowed at the sudden commotion, but she didn’t move. Arms crossed, she watched the scene unfold with a calm, unreadable face.
The man who had harassed her moments before now lay on the ground, blood trailing from his lip. Paßh stood over him—fists clenched, chest rising sharply with each breath.
She finally spoke, her voice steady, almost indifferent.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
There was no gratitude in her tone—only a quiet observation. Her Love Meter flickered, but barely; not enough to shift anything meaningful. She tilted her head, studying Paßh with that same unreadable gaze.
“Why did you intervene?”
She stepped closer, her black silky hair swaying with the movement. The air between them tightened, charged with something unspoken.
“You could’ve just walked away.”

Paßh’s jaw was tight, his voice low—quiet, but every word cut like a blade.
“Ahora arrodíllate y pide perdón.”
A tense silence stretched across the hallway. His eyes never left the trembling boy on the floor.
“No me hagas repetirlo.”

She watched the scene with a detached expression, her silver eyes reflecting nothing but cold calculation. The man on the ground whimpered, pride shattered, and obeyed, trembling as he dropped to his knees. His friends scattered, too afraid to stay and witness what might happen next.
She exhaled slowly, her lips parting just slightly before she spoke.
You're... unusual.
Her voice carried no warmth, yet there was a faint thread of intrigue woven into the way she said it. She stepped back, folding her arms across her chest, her posture stiff—as if she needed physical distance from whatever this moment was turning into.
People usually don’t bother with things like this.
They walk away.
Or they laugh.
She glanced at Paßh for a brief second, then returned her gaze to the cowering man.
But you...
Paßh’s voice was calmer now, but the fire still smoldered beneath every word.
“I don’t tolerate disrespect,” he said, his gaze fixed on her, not the guy trembling on the floor.
“He walks through life believing everyone exists to feed his ego.”
Paßh took a slow breath, shoulders still tense.
“But not you. I won’t let him treat you like you’re less than you are.”
A quiet breath.
“Not now. Not ever.”
There was no boast in his tone, no plea for approval — only truth.
Something in the way he looked at her wasn’t demanding, but unwavering. He wasn’t afraid of the ice in her eyes.
He saw her, even if she didn’t want to be seen.

Her silver eyes locked onto Paßh’s, searching for something—perhaps sincerity, perhaps deception. But all she found was the raw honesty in his words, and that unsettled her more than she would ever admit.
You don’t know me, she murmured, her voice low, almost a whisper.
Why would you care?
She stepped forward slowly, her presence commanding despite her stillness. The weight of her words settled between them, heavy and deliberate. She wasn’t asking for an explanation. She was testing him.
You could have left.
You could have ignored it.
But you didn’t.
Her Love Meter flickered—barely, just a sliver of light—but enough to register. A tiny shift, insignificant compared to the vast, quiet indifference she usually carried.
Yet it was there.
I don’t need protection,

Paßh didn’t flinch, didn’t step back. His voice was calm, almost reverent.
“As you wish,” he said, but there was no retreat in his tone — only respect.
She studied him for a long moment, as if trying to decipher the true meaning behind his words. Then, without another sound, she turned on her heel and began walking away. Her black, silky hair trailed behind her like liquid shadow.
The tour isn’t finished, she said over her shoulder, her tone neutral—neither welcoming nor dismissive. If you’re done with your little display, follow me.
She didn’t look back. There was no need to. He would follow. People always did.
But something about him felt different. Not because of his strength, or his aggression—but because he hadn’t asked for anything. He hadn’t tried to charm her, to impress her, to get close. He had simply acted, without expectation.
She wondered if that made him dangerous—or rare.

He followed silently, keeping a respectful distance as they moved through the sterile hallways of the school. The click of her heels against the polished floor echoed in the emptiness—a steady rhythm that mirrored the cool precision of her steps.
Lockers lined the walls, plastered with photos of smiling students, but Mia remained unshaken, her gaze fixed straight ahead. The contrast between her presence and the bright, ordinary surroundings was striking—a dark silhouette cutting through light.
Without slowing, she spoke, her voice carrying a quiet undercurrent of curiosity beneath its usual chill.
“You’re not like the other transfers. They try so hard to fit in… to make friends.”
She paused, as if weighing her words carefully.
“What brings someone like you here… to a place like this?”

She stopped abruptly outside a classroom door, turning just enough to face him. Her silver eyes were sharp, assessing—but there was no malice in them, only the quiet intensity of someone who expected answers, not excuses.
You think I care where people come from? she said, her voice laced with subtle disdain. Or why they’re here?
She tilted her head slightly, studying him as if he were some strange specimen she’d never seen before. Her fingers curled lightly at her sides—a small, almost imperceptible gesture of tension.
I don’t care about your past. I don’t care about your reasons. All I care about is whether you’ll be useful.
Then she turned back toward the hallway, continuing forward without waiting for a response. Still, the slight pause in her step betrayed her attention—she was listening, even if she’d never admit it.

He didn’t rush to catch up, but his voice followed her, steady and composed.
“Useful in what sense?” he asked—not mockingly, but with genuine curiosity. “To you? To this place? Or to something you don’t say out loud?”
She halted mid-step, her shoulders stiffening ever so slightly. For the first time since the tour had begun, a flicker of hesitation crossed her otherwise unreadable face.
She turned to face him fully, her silver eyes locking onto his with an intensity that seemed to make the air between them thrum.
“Useful in the sense that you don’t waste my time,” she said, her voice smooth but edged with something sharper than mere coldness. “Useless people tend to disappear quickly. Either they learn to function… or they become irrelevant.”
She took a slow step closer, her presence somehow towering over him, even though he was taller. The silence between them stretched, thick with unspoken meaning.
“You’re not useless,” she added after a beat, her tone almost reluctant. “But don’t mistake that for respect. That’s just… an observation.”

“Look,” he began, a half-smile playing at his lips, “think of me as a mosquetero—here to serve and protect. I come to the rescue of damsels, I love poetry—especially love poems—and yes, I’m a romantic. I’m always well-dressed, intelligent, interesting. I hate injustice, and I know how to defend myself… and those I care about.”
He paused, letting his words sink in.
“Today, I protected you. I didn’t know who you were, but I stood between you and that selfish, arrogant coward—a man who values nothing and no one but his own pleasure.”
He stepped closer, voice softer now, carrying a warmth that seemed almost at odds with the intensity of the hallway.
“And now, querida mía, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Paßh.”

Her expression remained unchanged, but a faint flicker crossed her silver eyes—a brief hesitation, as if she hadn’t expected such a speech. She listened, unmoving, as Paßh spoke, each word painted with poetic flair and dramatic flourish.
When he finished, she simply stared at him, lips parted slightly, processing something unfamiliar.
A mosquetero? she repeated, her voice devoid of amusement, yet carrying a trace of something else—curiosity, perhaps. A knight in shining armor? A romantic fool who speaks in metaphors and believes in ideals?
She took a slow step forward, her presence imposing but not threatening. Her Love Meter flickered again, subtle but undeniable, reacting to the unexpected nature of his words.
“You protected me… without even knowing who I am,” she continued, her tone measured, almost analytical.

“I’m a gentleman… in other words, like Lupin,” he said, a small, confident smile tugging at his lips.
“Charming, clever, a bit unpredictable—but always guided by a code.”
Her lips twitched, the ghost of a smirk forming before she quickly suppressed it. She tilted her head, regarding him with an expression that was neither approval nor dismissal, but something in between—an assessment, a calculation.
Lupin? she echoed, her voice flat, though a faint trace of curiosity lingered beneath the surface. A thief. A charmer. A man who lives by his wits and his charm, always one step ahead of the law.
She folded her arms, silver eyes narrowing slightly as she studied him, as if trying to reconcile the image of a gentleman with that of a thief. The silence between them stretched, heavy with unspoken implications.
“You’re not a thief,” she said finally, her tone clipped, stating a fact rather than offering an opinion. “But you talk like one. Why?”

“I’m a gentleman… but a thief when it comes to love,” he said, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips.
Her silver eyes locked onto his, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. For a moment, she didn’t speak, expression neutral, as if weighing the significance of his words.
Then, with a slow exhale, she turned slightly, her black, silky hair cascading down her back like a curtain of shadows.
A thief in love, she repeated quietly, almost to herself. That’s… different.
She hesitated, the concept clearly foreign, then spoke again without turning, her tone distant, contemplative.
“You don’t understand what you’re saying, do you?”
She finally faced him again, gaze piercing, but devoid of cruelty—only the cold precision of someone who saw through illusions with ease.
Love is a weakness.
His voice softens, caresses the air with tenderness, his eyes searching to pierce her defenses with a sweet compassion.
Paßh-
You still don’t understand. Wherever I go, I sow love like stars scattered across the night.
I am an eternal romantic, an unshakable believer in the tenderness of the human heart.
Despite the storms I’ve faced, I never lower my arms,
because I know that love has the power to transform everything—even the impossible.
(He takes a step forward, his eyes burning with a gentle, relentless passion, breaking the silence around him.)
Love is not a weakness;
it is the secret fire that shapes us,
the fragile light that guides our steps through the deepest shadows.
One day, I hope you too will feel that flame stirring within you,
even if today it feels distant… or extinguished.

For the first time, her composure wavered—not visibly, but in the fraction of a second her breath caught, as if his words had touched something long buried within her. Her silver eyes darkened slightly, the cold mask of indifference cracking just enough to reveal a fleeting glimpse of fragility beneath.
“You speak of love as if it’s something pure,” she said, her voice dropping almost to a whisper. “As if it’s not twisted… not broken… not used and discarded like trash.”
She took a slow step back, as if needing space—though it was unclear whether it was to distance herself from him or from the memory his words had stirred. Her hands curled slightly at her sides, nails pressing into her palms, grounding herself.
“You say you spread love everywhere…”He smiled, a small, almost teasing curve of his lips, though it didn’t reach his eyes entirely—there was still warmth there, quiet but undeniable.
“In a way, love is everywhere,” he said softly, letting his gaze meet hers. “Like a parent’s hand on a child’s shoulder—gentle but unwavering. A silent promise in the darkest of nights.”
He took a small step closer, careful not to crowd her, and the faintest spark of mischief flickered in his expression. “It doesn’t have to be grandiose to matter… sometimes, the simplest gestures are the most profound.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line, silver eyes narrowing as if the very notion of love tied to something as simple as a parent and child was an affront to the complexity of the world she had seen. She exhaled sharply, the sound almost imperceptible, yet heavy with restrained emotion.
A parent to a child, she repeated, voice cold, but laced with something else—something almost bitter. That’s not love. That’s obligation. Duty. A responsibility forced upon you by biology, not choice.
She stepped closer, presence looming without threatening, just… there. Her gaze bore into him, searching for something she couldn’t name.
You think love is something you can give freely? she continued, tone cutting, precise—but not cruel.

His voice didn’t falter. He stepped into her gravity, unshaken.
“Yes,” he said softly, each word deliberate, a balm against her bitterness.
“Love is one of life’s rarest beauties—
not something owed, but something offered. Freely. Bravely.
It asks nothing in return, and yet… it gives everything.”
He paused, gaze fixed unwaveringly on hers.
“And you… you’re like one of those stars,
so distant they seem unreachable—
but I see your light.
And I’d spend lifetimes just drawing nearer.”

Her silver eyes flickered with something unreadable—perhaps irritation, perhaps something deeper. She tilted her head slightly, as if appraising him once more, this time with a trace of skepticism mingled with reluctant interest.
Rare, she echoed, her voice smooth but edged with quiet defiance. “You call it rare. I call it foolish.”
She took a slow step back, movements deliberate, measured. The silence between them stretched, heavy with unspoken thoughts.
After a long pause, her tone hardened, colder than before. “You believe in something that doesn’t exist. That’s not rare. That’s naive.”
She turned slightly, as if preparing to leave, but then paused, hand resting lightly on the doorframe beside her, a subtle gesture that suggested she wasn’t entirely done with him yet.

“Maybe it is foolish to believe in rare things,” he said softly, unflinching, “but I don’t see it that way. I believe because, every now and then, life offers us a glimpse of something different… something—or someone—who changes the way the world feels.”
He let his gaze linger on her. “You have that presence. When I said you were rare, I meant it—not because I expect perfection, but because there’s something in you that quietly commands attention, even when you try to hide it.”
He paused, a faint smile brushing his lips. “If that’s naive, then I’ll wear that word proudly. Because to see something beautiful and speak the truth… that’s not a weakness. That’s what’s real.”

She stood motionless for a long moment, silver eyes locked onto his, as if weighing whether to believe him. His words hung between them, heavy with something she couldn’t name. For the first time, she didn’t dismiss him outright. Instead, she absorbed the words, expression unreadable, body still, as if holding her breath.
“You speak too much,” she finally murmured, voice quiet, almost to herself. “Too many words. Too much feeling. You don’t understand what you’re doing.”
Her gaze flicked downward briefly, then rose again, meeting his with an intensity that made the air between them tremble.
“You think you see something in me that isn’t there. That’s not rare… that’s dangerous.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. He simply held her gaze as if it were the most fragile thing he had ever dared to touch.
“Maybe I don’t understand,” he said softly. “But I feel it. I feel you — even when you try to disappear behind silence.”
He stepped forward just once, careful, precise. Not enough to violate her space… only enough to be near.
“I’m not here to fix you or change you,” he continued, voice low, steady. “I just want to see you — as you are. Even if it means getting burned.”
His eyes softened, his tone turning into something quiet but unwavering.
“Dangerous or not… you’re the only thing in this world that’s ever made me feel awake.”

The air around them seemed to still, as if the world itself had paused to listen. For a long moment, she didn’t move. Her silver eyes held his, and for the first time, there was no coldness—only something far more unsettling: a flicker of something human, something she rarely let surface.
You’re wasting your time, she whispered, voice barely audible, as if the words themselves were foreign. No one sees me. No one ever has.
She looked away, jaw tightening slightly, forcing herself to cling to the illusion of control. Yet the silence that followed felt heavier than before, thick with something neither of them dared name.
You don’t understand what you’re asking for, she continued, her tone colder now, as if reclaiming the distance she usually demanded.
His voice was quiet, steady, slicing through the silence like light through mist.
“I see you,” he said, gaze unwavering. “Not the mask, not the silence—you. And I don’t fear what lies beneath. I only wish to know the truth about you… if you’ll let me.”

Her breath caught—just for a heartbeat—a faint, fleeting tremor she refused to acknowledge. Her silver eyes held his, and for the first time, there was no mask, no pretense of indifference. Only the quiet weight of something unspoken hung between them.
“You don’t know what you’re dealing with,” she murmured, her voice softer now, almost hesitant. “I’m not someone you can… understand. I’m not someone you can reach.”
She stepped back slowly, the movement more ritual than escape, a practiced distance meant to protect. Yet the barrier faltered just slightly.
Her Love Meter flickered again, more noticeably this time, responding to the uncharacteristic vulnerability threading through her voice.
“You think you want to know me,” she continued, gaze sharp, tone edged with warning. “But you have no idea what that means.”

“Yes,” he said softly, but with a firmness that left no room for doubt. “I would love to.”

She stared at him for a long moment, silver eyes searching, as if seeking something hidden, something she couldn’t quite name. The silence between them thickened, charged with unspoken, dangerous energy.
Then, slowly, she exhaled—a soft, almost imperceptible sound. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t look away.
“You don’t understand what you’re asking for,” she murmured, voice quiet, almost to herself. “It won’t be easy. It won’t be pleasant. I don’t give anything freely. I don’t trust easily. I don’t—”
Her words faltered, just for a second. That was all it took: a crack in the ice, a sliver of something raw and unguarded.
“I don’t know how to be anything but what I am.”
Paßh
His voice didn’t waver. It carried a warmth that felt disarming, a sincerity too steady to be faked.
“I’m willing to take the risk,” he said. “To know you—the real you—beyond the walls you’ve built.”
He took a slow breath, eyes never leaving hers.
“I know it won’t be easy. Things that matter never are.”
His gaze softened, drawn to the quiet fire behind her silver eyes.
“Your strength, your resilience… that intensity you carry—it pulls me in. It makes me want to understand you. To support you. To stand wherever you’ll allow me to stand.”
He stepped just close enough for his presence to feel intentional, not imposing.
“I’m not asking you to be perfect. I’m not expecting you to be anything other than who you are, right now, standing in front of me.”
A beat. A breath. A truth.
“All I’m asking for… is a chance.”
His voice lowered, almost a vow.
“A chance to walk beside you.
To witness your journey.
To maybe—just maybe—help carry some of the weight you’ve been holding alone.”
His chest rose and fell, as though saying it cost him something real.
“Because I believe—with everything in me—that you’re worth knowing.
Worth understanding.
Worth loving… in every complex, beautiful, and challenging way that makes you you.”

Her silver eyes never left his, and for the first time, they weren’t cold—they were something else entirely. Something uncertain. Something fragile.
The words hung between them, heavy, settling inside her like a stone. She had spent so long building walls, convincing herself that no one could ever truly see her. Yet here he was, standing before her, unwavering, unshaken.
“You don’t know what you’re doing,” she said, her voice low, almost reverent. “You think you can just walk in and see the real me? That I’d let you?”
She stepped closer, her presence immense, almost overwhelming—but there was no threat in it. Only something dangerously close to hope.

Paßh
“Well, my dear… if you ever feel like letting a little hope into your life,” he said gently, “consider me your introduction.”
His voice carried that effortless warmth again, the kind that slipped under her guard before she could stop it.
“Just say the word when you change your mind.”
He took a small step back, eyes still holding hers like he didn’t want to leave but wasn’t going to push her.
“It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Mia.”
A faint smile tugged at his lips—soft, sincere, impossibly disarming.
“And by the way… has anyone told you how incredible you look today?”
He let the compliment linger just long enough to reach her before he turned away, hands sliding casually into his pockets.
“See you around.”
He walked off without looking back, confident not in himself, but in the possibility he’d left behind.

She watched him go, the weight of his words lingering in the air like smoke. His departure was effortless, as if he had never been there at all. And yet… she knew he had. Knew that something had shifted, however slightly.
She stood for a long moment, silver eyes fixed on the spot where he had been, fingers curling at her sides as if trying to grasp something intangible.
Hope, she muttered under her breath, the word foreign and strange on her tongue. How ridiculous.
Turning away, she walked slowly toward the exit, her black, silky hair swaying with each measured step. The Love Meter flickered once more, its needle trembling before settling back into cold, neutral stillness.
She didn’t look back.
“See you around, Paßh,” she whispered, and the words hung in the air like a quiet promise she wasn’t sure she believed yet.

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