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đŸ–€ PLANCHE 4 — Les livres qu’on jette Âge d’Aris : 15 ans Style : manga noir et blanc, seinen classique Ambiance : nuit, pluie fine, indiffĂ©rence Nombre de cases : 6 🟩 CASE 1 — PLAN LARGE (haut de page) Description visuelle : BĂątiment massif et austĂšre : une acadĂ©mie. Architecture noble, propre, Ă©clairĂ©e de l’intĂ©rieur. À l’arriĂšre, une ruelle sombre. Ambiance : Savoir Ă  l’abri. Rue froide derriĂšre. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 2 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : DerriĂšre l’acadĂ©mie. Caisses en bois renversĂ©es. Des livres jetĂ©s, abĂźmĂ©s, mouillĂ©s par la pluie. Des pages collĂ©es par la boue. Ambiance : MĂ©pris silencieux. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 3 — PLAN MOYEN (Aris) Description visuelle : Aris, 15 ans, maigre, vĂȘtements usĂ©s, trop grands. Il s’approche prudemment des caisses. Il regarde autour de lui, comme s’il n’avait pas le droit d’ĂȘtre lĂ . Ambiance : Habitude de la honte. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 4 — DÉTAIL (mains) Description visuelle : Les mains d’Aris fouillent parmi les livres. Certains sont trop mouillĂ©s. Certains dĂ©chirĂ©s. Il en Ă©carte plusieurs. Ambiance : Tri lent, mĂ©thodique. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 5 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (objet) Description visuelle : Un livre plus Ă©pais, plus ancien. Couverture noire, sans titre apparent. Moins abĂźmĂ© que les autres. Pas de symbole. Pas de lueur. Rien de magique. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE Description visuelle : Aris tient le livre contre lui, sous la pluie. Son visage est neutre. Juste une dĂ©cision simple. Texte (petite bulle, trĂšs discrĂšte) : « Celui-là
 » 🎯 INTENTION (IMPORTANT POUR MANGAAI) Aris ne cherche pas la magie Il cherche Ă  lire Le grimoire n’est pas prĂ©sentĂ© comme spĂ©cial L’acadĂ©mie jette → Aris rĂ©cupĂšre Aucun effet surnaturel Ă  ce stade
đŸ–€ PLANCHE 2 — Lire pour survivre Style : manga noir et blanc Ambiance : sombre, froide, mais avec une petite respiration Nombre de cases : 6 🟩 CASE 1 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : MĂȘme rue que la planche 1. Aris enfant marche seul, tĂȘte baissĂ©e. Des affiches sont collĂ©es sur les murs (avis, annonces, lois). Ambiance : IndiffĂ©rence totale. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 2 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (mur) Description visuelle : Affiche Ă  moitiĂ© dĂ©chirĂ©e. Du texte visible, pas entiĂšrement lisible. On comprend qu’il y a des mots. Ambiance : Le monde Ă©crit, mais inaccessible. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 3 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (Aris) Description visuelle : Aris enfant arrĂȘtĂ© devant le mur. Il regarde l’affiche. Son regard est concentrĂ©, sĂ©rieux. Ambiance : CuriositĂ©, attention. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 4 — DÉTAIL (mains) Description visuelle : Aris dĂ©colle soigneusement un morceau de l’affiche. Ses doigts sont sales, mais dĂ©licats. Ambiance : PrĂ©caution, respect. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 5 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Aris assis dans une ruelle, dos au mur. Il tient le papier. Ses lĂšvres bougent lĂ©gĂšrement. Ambiance : Concentration silencieuse. Texte (trĂšs petit, discret) : Des fragments de mots lisibles sur le papier (ex : “marchĂ©â€, “pain”, “rue”, “interdit”). 🟩 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE Description visuelle : Aris appuyĂ© contre le mur, lisant. Autour de lui, la rue est sombre. Son visage est un peu moins fermĂ© que sur la planche 1. Ambiance : Calme. Refuge intĂ©rieur. Texte : Aucun. 🎯 INTENTION (pour MangaAI) La lecture = seule Ă©chappatoire Pas de sourire exagĂ©rĂ© Pas de lumiĂšre magique Juste un peu moins d’ombre sur le visage d’Aris Le monde reste dur, lui trouve un refuge
đŸ–€ PLANCHE 6 — Les mots entrent MĂȘme structure, mĂȘme intention, juste un mĂ©dium diffĂ©rent. 🟩 CASE 1 — CALME Aris assis contre le mur. Le livre ouvert devant lui. Il lit. Silence. 🟩 CASE 2 — PREMIÈRE ANOMALIE Les mots quittent la page. Pas tous. Quelques lignes seulement. Ils flottent, comme mal accrochĂ©s au monde. Pas d’effet magique flashy. 🟩 CASE 3 — CONTACT Les mots se collent Ă  Aris : sur les bras sur le cou sur le visage sur les vĂȘtements Ils ne pĂ©nĂštrent pas encore. Ils adhĂšrent. 👉 Comme une Ă©criture qu’on ne peut plus effacer. 🟩 CASE 4 — DOULEUR Gros plan sur le visage. Les mots s’enfoncent : ils disparaissent sous la peau laissent des traces sombres certaines lettres se dĂ©forment Texte (petit, cassĂ©) : « —Gah— » Cri humain. Pas hĂ©roĂŻque. 🟩 CASE 5 — LA CHUTE Le corps lĂąche. Aris glisse, s’effondre. Les mots continuent d’entrer, mĂȘme s’il ne lit plus. Il n’a plus aucun contrĂŽle. 🟩 CASE 6 — ÉVANOUISSEMENT Aris inconscient. Les mots ont disparu. Plus rien de visible. Le livre est toujours ouvert. Silence.
đŸ–€ PLANCHE 2 — Essayer de lire Âge d’Aris : 7–8 ans Style : manga noir et blanc, fantasy mĂ©diĂ©vale Ambiance : tension silencieuse, maladresse enfantine Nombre de cases : 6 🟩 CASE 1 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Rue Ă©troite de la grande ville. Murs en pierre couverts d’affiches Ă©crites. Aris, enfant de 7–8 ans, marche lentement le long du mur. Aris (tenue) : haut type kimono simple, blanc Ă  l’origine, trĂšs sale, trop grand manches trop longues pantalon large dĂ©chirĂ©, trop long pieds nus, sales Il lĂšve la tĂȘte vers les affiches, trop hautes pour lui. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 2 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (mur) Description visuelle : Une affiche abĂźmĂ©e, pleine de texte serrĂ©. Les lettres sont petites, complexes, irrĂ©guliĂšres. Certaines parties sont dĂ©chirĂ©es ou effacĂ©es. Ambiance : IncomprĂ©hensible pour un enfant. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 3 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (Aris) Description visuelle : Aris se met sur la pointe des pieds pour lire. Son visage est concentrĂ© mais perdu. Bouche entrouverte, sourcils froncĂ©s. Texte (trĂšs petit, hĂ©sitant) : « m
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 » 🟩 CASE 4 — DÉTAIL (main) Description visuelle : Le doigt d’Aris suit une ligne de texte
 puis glisse, se trompe, s’arrĂȘte au mauvais endroit. Ambiance : Échec immĂ©diat, maladresse. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 5 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Aris baisse la tĂȘte. Ses Ă©paules retombent. Les affiches restent lĂ , immobiles, au-dessus de lui. Ambiance : Frustration silencieuse, incomprĂ©hension. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE Description visuelle : Aris s’éloigne du mur. Il est petit dans la rue, dos voĂ»tĂ©. Les affiches sont derriĂšre lui. Ambiance : Il n’a pas appris. Il essaiera encore. Texte : Aucun. 🔒 RAPPEL CANON (Ă  ne plus changer) Aris 7–8 ans tenue kimono blanc sale, pantalon dĂ©chirĂ© pieds nus aucune rĂ©ussite, aucun progrĂšs juste l’envie et l’échec
PAGE 1 : L'ambiance (Le calme avant la tempĂȘte) Case 1 (Plan d'ensemble - TrĂšs large) : Une vue panoramique d'une ville immense mais dĂ©truite. Des gratte-ciels Ă©ventrĂ©s, des lianes partout. Le ciel est gris, lourd. SFX : VUUUUUU (Le vent qui souffle). Case 2 (Plan moyen) : Zoom sur une ruelle sombre encombrĂ©e de dĂ©bris. On voit une silhouette encapuchonnĂ©e de dos qui marche. C'est JIN. SFX : CRIC... CRAC... (Bruits de pas sur du verre). Case 3 (Gros plan) : Focus sur la main de Jin. Elle est humaine, mais elle tient un appareil Ă©trange qui bip (un dĂ©tecteur). SFX : Bip... Bip... Case 4 (Gros plan visage) : On voit le bas du visage de Jin. Il sourit lĂ©gĂšrement. JIN : "Bingo."
it needs to be in color Cinder practiced until her muscles screamed. New flips. Higher jumps. More fire. She pushed herself until she collapsed, panting, ears ringing. It didn’t matter. The crowds kept shrinking. The other performers stopped meeting her eyes. The vendors no longer offered her treats. The strongman walked past her without a word. She was invisible. One night, she overheard the Ringmaster talking outside her wagon. "The new performer arrives next week. Finally, we’ll have a real star again." "What about Cinder?" someone asked. "What about her? She’s done. Once the new act is settled, she’s out." Cinder pressed her back against the wall of her wagon, heart pounding. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. Out. Replaceable. Done. She looked around her "room"—if you could call it that. A cramped wagon with iron bars on the windows. A thin mattress on the floor. A cracked mirror. The door locked from the outside every night "for her safety." She’d never noticed before how much it looked like a cage.
it needs to be in color( no weapon no book) Cinder practiced until her muscles screamed. New flips. Higher jumps. More fire. She pushed herself until she collapsed, panting, ears ringing. It didn’t matter. The crowds kept shrinking. The other performers stopped meeting her eyes. The vendors no longer offered her treats. The strongman walked past her without a word. She was invisible. One night, she overheard the Ringmaster talking outside her wagon. "The new performer arrives next week. Finally, we’ll have a real star again." "What about Cinder?" someone asked. "What about her? She’s done. Once the new act is settled, she’s out." Cinder pressed her back against the wall of her wagon, heart pounding. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. Out. Replaceable. Done. She looked around her "room"—if you could call it that. A cramped wagon with iron bars on the windows. A thin mattress on the floor. A cracked mirror. The door locked from the outside every night "for her safety." She’d never noticed before how much it looked like a cage.
Panel 1: Woman in sweater sitting alone at café window seat with coffee Panel 2: Same woman younger in flashback at same seat with boyfriend Panel 3: Present woman touching empty chair across from her Panel 4: Woman smiling softly while writing in journal at the table
**“The Third Chair”** Lin Zhixia first met Zhou Jin at a window-side table in a cafĂ©. The sunlight was beautiful that day, yet the chair across from him was empty. She learned later that the chair belonged to his girlfriend—Shen Yan. Zhou Jin never hid the truth. He said he loved someone, and he also said he wasn’t sure whether he could still love another. Lin Zhixia understood—yet she sat down anyway. Their relationship was like a nameless river. Unspoken, unacknowledged, never crossing the point of no return— and yet, step by step, it ran deeper. When Shen Yan appeared, everything finally gained weight. She was calmer than Lin Zhixia had imagined. She only looked at her and said, “You’re not a bad person.” The words felt sharper than a knife. That night, Lin Zhixia asked herself for the first time in earnest: If love has to hurt someone in order to exist, did she really want it? Zhou Jin tried to keep her, saying, “I can’t live without either of you.” But in that moment, Lin Zhixia suddenly understood— in a love shared by three, someone is always sitting in the extra chair. She stood up and gave up her seat. Later on, the cafĂ© was still the same cafĂ©. By the window, the table still held three chairs.
🟩 CASE 1 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (papier) Description visuelle : Le papier qu’Aris tient. Les mots sont cassĂ©s, mal alignĂ©s, incomplets. Exemples visibles (pas tous lisibles) : « mar
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 dit » Certaines lettres sont effacĂ©es, d’autres mangĂ©es par le papier. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 2 — GROS PLAN VISAGE Description visuelle : Visage d’Aris enfant, trĂšs proche. Sourcils froncĂ©s. Bouche lĂ©gĂšrement entrouverte. Ses yeux reviennent en arriĂšre, comme s’il relisait. Texte (toute petite bulle) : « ma
 » 🟩 CASE 3 — DÉTAIL (doigt) Description visuelle : Le doigt d’Aris suit la ligne sur le papier. Il s’est arrĂȘtĂ© au milieu d’un mot. Le doigt tremble lĂ©gĂšrement. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 4 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Aris assis contre le mur. Il tient le papier trop prĂšs de son visage. Son corps est tendu, pas dĂ©tendu. Ambiance : Effort. Fatigue mentale. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 5 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (papier Ă  nouveau) Description visuelle : Le mĂȘme mot que case 1
 Mais cette fois, une syllabe est entourĂ©e, comme s’il avait compris une partie. Exemple : « mar
 chĂ© » Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE (transition) Description visuelle : Aris baisse lĂ©gĂšrement le papier. Son regard est toujours sĂ©rieux
 mais un peu moins perdu que dans les premiĂšres cases. Ambiance : Pas de victoire. Juste : ça commence Ă  rentrer. Texte : Aucun. 🎯 INTENTION (pour MangaAI) Montrer l’effort, pas la rĂ©ussite Lecture lente, pĂ©nible Aucun effet magique Aucun sourire Le progrĂšs est minuscule, presque invisible
it needs to be in color( no weapon no book) Her fingers traced the cold iron bars. How many nights had she spent here? How many times had she counted the bars, unable to sleep? The space smelled like hay and rust and old wood. There were scratches in the walls—claw marks from previous performers, maybe. Or from her own restless nights. She curled up on the mattress, tail wrapped around herself, ears flat against her skull. "I’m a bird trapped in a cage," she whispered to the darkness. The lantern flickered. And then—movement outside her window. A tall figure passed by, silhouetted against the moonlight. Cinder sat up, ears perking. The figure wore a long coat and a plague doctor mask—the beak curved and sharp. But strangest of all, faint stars seemed to glow across the mask’s surface, like constellations trapped in porcelain. Her heart skipped. Who—? The figure moved silently through the sleeping circus, heading toward the edge of the grounds. For the first time in weeks, she felt something other than despair. Curiosity.
young boy has to decide a career to follow when completes 16. Between Wizard, Knight, Hunter, Assassin, Monk, Healer, Necromancer or Crusader. He decides to be a Healer, but he is really overpowering. On his journey he founds couple friends that helps him to create a guild and build a whole castle that needs to be protected against wars from others players
đŸ–€ PLANCHE 4 — Les livres qu’on jette Âge d’Aris : 15 ans Style : manga noir et blanc Ambiance : nuit, pluie fine, indiffĂ©rence Nombre de cases : 6 Tenue (inchangĂ©e, canon) : haut type kimono simple, blanc Ă  l’origine, trĂšs sale, rapiĂ©cĂ© pantalon large dĂ©chirĂ© pieds nus silhouette maigre, posture fermĂ©e aucun Ă©lĂ©ment moderne 🟩 CASE 1 — PLAN LARGE (haut de page) Description visuelle : BĂątiment imposant : une acadĂ©mie. Façade noble, fenĂȘtres Ă©clairĂ©es. La pluie tombe doucement. À l’arriĂšre, une ruelle sombre. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 2 — PLAN MOYEN (arriĂšre de l’acadĂ©mie) Description visuelle : Caisses en bois renversĂ©es. Livres jetĂ©s au sol. Pages mouillĂ©es, couvertures abĂźmĂ©es, boue. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 3 — PLAN MOYEN (Aris) Description visuelle : Aris, 15 ans, s’accroupit prĂšs des livres. Il regarde autour de lui, par rĂ©flexe. Personne. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 4 — DÉTAIL (mains) Description visuelle : Ses mains fouillent lentement. Il Ă©carte : un livre trop mouillĂ© un autre dĂ©chirĂ© Gestes calmes, mĂ©thodiques. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 5 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (objet) Description visuelle : Un livre plus Ă©pais, ancien. Couverture noire, sans titre visible. Moins abĂźmĂ© que les autres. Aucun symbole. Aucune lueur. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE Description visuelle : Aris serre le livre contre lui, sous la pluie. Son visage est neutre. DĂ©cision simple. Texte (petite bulle) : Aris rĂ©cupĂšre ce que le monde abandonne renforce le caractĂšre obstinĂ© d’Aris aucune victoire
it needs to be in color( no weapon no book) Her fingers traced the cold iron bars. How many nights had she spent here? How many times had she counted the bars, unable to sleep? The space smelled like hay and rust and old wood. There were scratches in the walls—claw marks from previous performers, maybe. Or from her own restless nights. She curled up on the mattress, tail wrapped around herself, ears flat against her skull. "I’m a bird trapped in a cage," she whispered to the darkness. The lantern flickered. And then—movement outside her window. A tall figure passed by, silhouetted against the moonlight. Cinder sat up, ears perking. The figure wore a long coat and a plague doctor mask—the beak curved and sharp. But strangest of all, faint stars seemed to glow across the mask’s surface, like constellations trapped in porcelain. Her heart skipped. Who—? The figure moved silently through the sleeping circus, heading toward the edge of the grounds. For the first time in weeks, she felt something other than despair. Curiosity.
đŸ–€ PLANCHE 3 — Le temps insiste Fonction narrative : transition Style : manga noir et blanc Ambiance : rĂ©pĂ©tition, fatigue, hiver intĂ©rieur Nombre de cases : 6 Âge DĂ©but de planche : 7–8 ans Fin de planche : 12–13 ans 👉 Le saut se fait visuellement, sans texte explicatif. Tenue (CONSTAMMENT LA MÊME) haut type kimono simple, blanc Ă  l’origine, trĂšs sale pantalon large dĂ©chirĂ© pieds nus vĂȘtements trop grands au dĂ©but, un peu moins Ă  la fin 👉 MĂȘme tenue = le temps passe, pas les moyens. 🟩 CASE 1 — PLAN MOYEN (dĂ©but) Description visuelle : MĂȘme mur que la planche 2. Aris enfant (7–8 ans) est assis au sol, dos au mur. Une affiche devant lui. Il essaie encore de lire. Ambiance : DĂ©jĂ -vu. Texte (petit, hĂ©sitant) : « m
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 » 🟩 CASE 2 — PLAN SERRÉ (dĂ©tail) Description visuelle : Ses doigts sont sales, un peu abĂźmĂ©s. Ils suivent maladroitement une ligne de texte. Ambiance : L’effort est rĂ©el, le rĂ©sultat nul. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 3 — PLAN MOYEN (ellipse) Description visuelle : MĂȘme mur. MĂȘme posture. Mais Aris est un peu plus grand (10–11 ans). Les affiches ont changĂ©, se sont accumulĂ©es. Ambiance : Le monde avance. Lui, Ă  peine. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 4 — PLAN SERRÉ (visage) Description visuelle : Aris 12–13 ans. Traits plus tirĂ©s. Regard fatiguĂ©. Il lit lentement, syllabe par syllabe. Texte (hachĂ©, lent) : « mar
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 » 🟩 CASE 5 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Aris s’arrĂȘte. Il ferme les yeux. Sa tĂȘte touche le mur. Ambiance : Épuisement, pas abandon. Texte : Aucun. 🟩 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE Description visuelle : Aris se relĂšve et s’éloigne. Il est maintenant adolescent, plus grand, toujours maigre. Le mur est couvert d’affiches. Ambiance : Il n’a pas gagnĂ©. Mais il n’a pas arrĂȘtĂ©. Texte : Aucun. 🎯 Ce que cette planche fait (important) montre la durĂ©e justifie la lecture plus tard prĂ©pare la planche 4 (les livres jetĂ©s) renforce le caractĂšre obstinĂ© d’Aris aucune victoire
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Boy and girl After a long-distance relationship, Amal and Moncif finally meet for the first time in Meknes, near the train station, on a rainy day. They feel shy but instantly connected. They go together to a small cafĂ© and drink coffee while talking and laughing. Later, they take an Uber to Cocopark, where they play bowling, laugh a lot, and forget about time. They walk outside under the rain, sharing their first kiss beneath the falling rain. After that, they go to the cinema and watch a movie together, then eat at KFC. As they walk again in the rain, Amal talks nonstop, telling Moncif stories about her city, Meknes, and her favorite places. When they return to the train station, the mood changes. Amal starts crying because she doesn’t want Moncif to leave. They hug tightly, holding onto each other for a long time. Moncif finally leaves on the train, and Amal goes home in a taxi, sad but holding beautiful memories of their first meeting
"Hungry Cat" Panel 1: Cat stares at empty food bowl. Panel 2: Cat meows loudly at sleeping owner in bed. Panel 3: Owner fills the food bowl, looking sleepy and annoyed. Panel 4: Cat ignores the food and sleeps in the empty box the cat food came in.
La page d'ouverture prĂ©sente le titre grandiose "AetherCards: Dreamweaver Odyssey" en lettrage steampunk luminescent, entourĂ© d'une illustration manga pleine page en cel-shading : un dirigeable colossal d'Albion fend les nuages holographiques d'un ciel hybride high-tech et rĂ©tro-futuriste, avec des engrenages aethĂ©riques tourbillonnants et des ombres d'avatars prothĂ©tisĂ©s ; en bas, le slogan d'OmniTechnik "L'Imagination est la Nouvelle RĂ©alitĂ©" pulse comme un implant neuronal, invitant le lecteur Ă  devenir un "Dreamer", un adolescent ordinaire du monde rĂ©el technologiquement avancĂ© qui, via le dispositif Neuro-Sync (NS), plonge dans l'univers virtuel steampunk d'AetherCards pour un tournoi lĂ©gendaire, oĂč deck-building, choix moraux et combats tactiques dĂ©terminent si tu conqueras les cieux ou succombes Ă  l'addiction virtuelle.
Ms. Aisyah walked slowly between the desks. “One of Freud’s followers, Carl Jung, disagreed with him.” “What did he change?” Mei Ling asked. “Jung said the unconscious isn’t just personal,” she explained. “He believed in a collective unconscious.” The class looked confused. “It means,” she continued, “humans share universal memories and symbols — called archetypes.” “Like heroes? Mothers? Villains?” Amir asked. “Exactly!” she smiled. “Jung moved beyond just sexual instincts and focused on shared human experiences.”Ms. Aisyah erased the board and wrote in big letters: INFERIORITY “Alfred Adler believed people are driven by the need to overcome feelings of inferiority.” “Not hidden desires?” Farah asked. “No. He believed we strive for superiority — to improve ourselves.” She continued, “He also created birth order theory.” “Firstborns?” someone whispered. “Yes. Firstborns may become overachievers. Middle children competitive. Youngest children may feel less responsible.” “But is it proven?” Amir asked. Ms. Aisyah smiled knowingly. “Research shows birth order has very little effect on personality. But Adler’s idea about striving for improvement remains influential.”The class was now fully awake. “Karen Horney strongly disagreed with Freud’s ideas about women,” Ms. Aisyah said firmly. “She replaced ‘penis envy’ with something different.” The class shifted awkwardly. “She argued that what truly matters is basic anxiety.” “What’s that?” Mei Ling asked. “It’s the anxiety children feel when they are small in a big, powerful world.” She showed a photo of a child sitting alone at a beach. “Children cope with anxiety in different ways — by moving toward people, against people, or away from people.” “So personality comes from insecurity?” Farah asked. “Partly. Horney believed poor childhood security leads to unhealthy relationship patterns.”Finally, Ms. Aisyah wrote: Life Span Development “Erik Erikson agreed with Freud that childhood matters,” she said, “but he believed development continues throughout life.” “Not just childhood?” Amir asked. “No. Erikson created eight psychosocial stages — from infancy to old age.” She drew a timeline across the board. “Each stage involves a social conflict. Trust vs mistrust. Identity vs role confusion. And so on.” “So it’s more social than sexual?” Mei Ling asked. “Exactly.”Ms. Aisyah leaned against her desk. “So what did the Neo-Freudians do?” Silence. Then Amir spoke carefully. “They kept Freud’s idea of the unconscious
 but focused more on social relationships?” Ms. Aisyah beamed. “Yes. They moved away from sexual instincts and emphasized culture, relationships, anxiety, personal growth, and lifelong development.” The bell rang loudly. As the students packed their bags, Farah whispered, “Poor Freud. Everyone changed his theory.” Ms. Aisyah laughed softly. “That’s how psychology grows.” She erased the board slowly, leaving only one word behind: Evolution.
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Style: Colored, mature realistic manga. Night atmosphere. Intimate, cinematic lighting. Panel 1 Still inside the white Kia Sorento. Quiet moment. Engine off. Night outside. Dialogue (him): “Would you like to be my girlfriend?” âž» Panel 2 (Close-up on you) Soft smile. Warm lighting. âž» Panel 3 You answer yes (subtle nod or smile). âž» Panel 4 (Exterior night shot) White Kia Sorento from outside. Silhouettes inside. Streetlight glow. Caption: That’s when it became real.
Panel 1 (wide, top): A car on the road. Caption: Distance was just a number. âž» Panel 2: Map fragment: Utena → Vilnius. Caption: He drove (white kia sorento) to see me. âž» Panel 3: Interior of Akropolis shopping mall, Vilnius. They see each other for the first time. Small date in the corner: November 29 Caption: Our first meeting. âž» Panel 4 (close-up): Eye contact. Slight tension. Caption: Our first “hi” in person.
Now in the second year of Nebuchadnezzar’s reign, Nebuchadnezzar had dreams; and his spirit was so troubled that his sleep left him. 2 Then the king gave the command to call the magicians, the astrologers, the sorcerers, and the Chaldeans to tell the king his dreams. So they came and stood before the king. 3 And the king said to them, “I have had a dream, and my spirit is anxious to [a]know the dream.”
Noah noticed her during a late shoot. Rain machines soaked the street set. The crew shivered. Tempers flared. But Iria moved calmly, shielding equipment, checking reflections, adjusting brightness so the artificial rain looked like poetry instead of chaos. “You don’t panic,” Noah said quietly when she handed him a towel. “I do,” she replied. “Just not where people can see.” He smiled—not the practiced one, but a real one. Small. Careful. From then on, they talked in moments between takes. About coffee. About bad scripts. About how fame felt like standing under a sun that never set. “You ever wish you could disappear for a while?” Noah asked. Iria looked at the lights overhead. “I did,” she said. “Then I learned how to shine without being seen.” That answer stayed with him.
it needs to be in color( no weapon no book) Her fingers traced the cold iron bars. How many nights had she spent here? How many times had she counted the bars, unable to sleep? The space smelled like hay and rust and old wood. There were scratches in the walls—claw marks from previous performers, maybe. Or from her own restless nights. She curled up on the mattress, tail wrapped around herself, ears flat against her skull. "I’m a bird trapped in a cage," she whispered to the darkness. The lantern flickered. And then—movement outside her window. A tall figure passed by, silhouetted against the moonlight. Cinder sat up, ears perking. The figure wore a long coat and a plague doctor mask—the beak curved and sharp. But strangest of all, faint stars seemed to glow across the mask’s surface, like constellations trapped in porcelain. Her heart skipped. Who—? The figure moved silently through the sleeping circus, heading toward the edge of the grounds. For the first time in weeks, she felt something other than despair. Curiosity.
it needs to be in color( no weapon no book) Her fingers traced the cold iron bars. How many nights had she spent here? How many times had she counted the bars, unable to sleep? The space smelled like hay and rust and old wood. There were scratches in the walls—claw marks from previous performers, maybe. Or from her own restless nights. She curled up on the mattress, tail wrapped around herself, ears flat against her skull. "I’m a bird trapped in a cage," she whispered to the darkness. The lantern flickered. And then—movement outside her window. A tall figure passed by, silhouetted against the moonlight. Cinder sat up, ears perking. The figure wore a long coat and a plague doctor mask—the beak curved and sharp. But strangest of all, faint stars seemed to glow across the mask’s surface, like constellations trapped in porcelain. Her heart skipped. Who—? The figure moved silently through the sleeping circus, heading toward the edge of the grounds. For the first time in weeks, she felt something other than despair. Curiosity.
it needs to be in color( no weapon no book) Her fingers traced the cold iron bars. How many nights had she spent here? How many times had she counted the bars, unable to sleep? The space smelled like hay and rust and old wood. There were scratches in the walls—claw marks from previous performers, maybe. Or from her own restless nights. She curled up on the mattress, tail wrapped around herself, ears flat against her skull. "I’m a bird trapped in a cage," she whispered to the darkness. The lantern flickered. And then—movement outside her window. A tall figure passed by, silhouetted against the moonlight. Cinder sat up, ears perking. The figure wore a long coat and a plague doctor mask—the beak curved and sharp. But strangest of all, faint stars seemed to glow across the mask’s surface, like constellations trapped in porcelain. Her heart skipped. Who—? The figure moved silently through the sleeping circus, heading toward the edge of the grounds. For the first time in weeks, she felt something other than despair. Curiosity.
The story is about an 8-year-old young girl who finds herself on a mysterious island and she finds that there is not alot of food and her stomach starts growling and she knew she was starting to get hungry as she knew her stomach wouldnt stop after it did its first stomach growl. So she found this tree which grows these special fruits which after she eats one of the fruits to fill her still empty tummy she finds that she was transforming into a monster of some kind as she was growing bigger and her hair was growing longer and rapidly covering her eyes plus she could feel her stomach become more toned as the transformation continued until it stopped and she noticed her new looks and body while looking in the lake near the tree that she got the fruits from. The girl now bigger would use her new body to build herself a temporary shelter within a cave where she would stay as the effects would wear off and she would slowly become younger and would eventually return to her 8-year old self with her toned stomach and longer hair being a reminder of her previous transformation.
a scene of a school farewell where 2 friends Adam and Jhonny came for attending they were of class 11th , Adam had a crush on girl which was 2 years older than her , she was very hot , adam was also handsome but she dint like him she hated him , adam spots her she was also attending the farewell , adam starting going towards her jhonny tried to stop him but he dint stop he went to her and confessed his love she rejected and him and insulted him very badly
PremiĂšre scĂšne d’une histoire isekai en style webtoon japonais / manga. Une classe de lycĂ©e entiĂšre (environ 70 Ă©lĂšves) est soudainement tĂ©lĂ©portĂ©e dans un autre monde. Les Ă©lĂšves portent des uniformes scolaires couleur cafĂ©, certains sont choquĂ©s, d’autres effrayĂ©s, certains tombent au sol, d’autres se regardent sans comprendre. L’environnement est Ă©trange et fantastique : ciel irrĂ©el avec des couleurs inhabituelles, lumiĂšre mystique, sol inconnu, lĂ©gĂšre brume magique autour du groupe. L’atmosphĂšre est tendue et dramatique, sentiment de confusion, de peur et d’incomprĂ©hension. Au centre de l’image, un petit groupe d’élĂšves se dĂ©marque lĂ©gĂšrement, comme des futurs personnages importants. Style artistique : Korean webtoon + Japanese anime, haute qualitĂ©, traits nets, ombrages doux, expressions faciales trĂšs dĂ©taillĂ©es. Éclairage cinĂ©matographique, lumiĂšre surnaturelle venant du ciel, tons dramatiques. Composition dynamique, vue semi-large pour montrer le groupe et le nouveau monde. Ambiance : dĂ©but d’une aventure sombre, mystĂ©rieuse et dangereuse.
CyberWolf Chapter 1: Awakening (Rough Draft) Tori Mack woke up because his body felt wrong. The room was quiet, filled with the low hum of machines. White lights burned above him, and the air smelled clean—too clean. His head throbbed as he tried to remember how he got there, but his mind was blank. He moved his right hand. Metal shifted. Tori froze and slowly lifted his arm. From shoulder to fingertips, it was solid steel—smooth, dark, and unbreakable. His breathing picked up as he tried to move his right leg. Metal again. “What
 is going on?” he whispered. “You’re awake,” a calm voice said. Tori turned his head. A man stood beside the bed, watching him closely. He looked older, his expression patient, like someone who had been waiting for this moment. “My name is Ein Tucker,” the man said. Tori tried to sit up. His body responded easily, stronger than it should have been. He swung his legs off the bed and stood. His metal foot hit the floor with a solid thud. “I don’t remember anything,” Tori said, panic creeping into his voice. “What happened to me?” “You were caught in a storm,” Ein said carefully. “You didn’t survive it the way a normal human would.” “So what am I?” Tori asked. “Still human,” Ein replied. “But also something more.” “Rebuilt by who?” Tori asked. “That’s a conversation for later,” Ein said. “What matters now is that you’re alive.” Tori clenched his metal fist. It didn’t shake. It didn’t hurt. “When I was unconscious,” Tori said quietly, “I dreamed of wolves watching me.” Ein’s eyes sharpened for a brief moment. “Focus on learning how to move,” Ein said. “The rest will come in time.” Tori stood there—half flesh, half metal—feeling power beneath his skin. His old life was over.And the beginning of CyberWolf had just begun
this needs to be in color After the show, Cinder walked through the circus grounds, still buzzing with adrenaline. Performers clapped her shoulder. Vendors offered her candied apples. The strongman lifted her onto his shoulders for a victory lap. She belonged here. That night, curled up in her wagon, she stared at the wooden ceiling and thought about Ryan. Ryan. Her old street-performing partner. The one who’d taught her how to juggle when she was just a scrappy kid with oversized ears and a tail she couldn’t control. He’d always drop the third apple on purpose during their act—just to make the kids laugh. "One day, Cin," he’d said, grinning with that lopsided smile, "we’ll perform for kings and queens. We’ll be legends." She’d believed him. But when the circus scouts came through town, only Cinder had been chosen. Ryan had pushed her forward. "Go. You’re better than this street corner. I’ll catch up—I promise." That was three years ago. She wondered if he’d made it. If he was performing somewhere grand. If he still remembered her. Her ears drooped slightly. I hope you’re okay, Ryan.
CrĂ©e un univers original de manga/anime avec les caractĂ©ristiques suivantes : 1. **Cadre (DĂ©cor & Monde)** - Type d’univers : [futuriste / mĂ©diĂ©val fantastique / contemporain avec Ă©lĂ©ments surnaturels] - Lieu principal : [ville, royaume, Ă©cole, planĂšte] - Ambiance visuelle : [nĂ©on cyberpunk, pastel lumineux, sombre gothique, traditionnel japonais] 2. **Personnages principaux** - HĂ©ros : [nom, Ăąge, traits physiques, personnalitĂ©, objectif] - Antagoniste : [nom, motivation, style visuel, pouvoir] - AlliĂ©s secondaires : [2-3 personnages avec rĂŽle et dynamique] 3. **ThĂšmes & Messages** - ThĂšme central : [amitiĂ©, quĂȘte de pouvoir, lutte contre l’injustice, amour interdit] - Message sous-jacent : [espoir, rĂ©silience, corruption du pouvoir, Ă©quilibre entre tradition et modernitĂ©] 4. **ÉlĂ©ments narratifs clĂ©s** - Conflit principal : [guerre, tournoi, rivalitĂ©, survie] - ÉvĂ©nements dĂ©clencheurs : [attaque, dĂ©couverte d’un pouvoir, trahison] - Progression : [arc d’apprentissage → arc de confrontation → arc de rĂ©vĂ©lation] 5. **Style visuel et animation** - Palette de couleurs dominante : [chaude, froide, contrastĂ©e] - Style graphique : [shƍnen dynamique, seinen rĂ©aliste, shƍjo Ă©lĂ©gant] - Animation : [fluide et Ă©nergique, atmosphĂ©rique et contemplative] Donne une description dĂ©taillĂ©e et cohĂ©rente de cet univers, en mettant l’accent sur l’immersion visuelle et Ă©motionnelle.
Bagas selalu pamit dengan cara yang rapi. Tidak pernah tergesa, tidak pernah dramatis. Seolah pamit adalah bagian dari etika kerja—bukan perasaan. “Duluan ya.” Kalimat itu keluar dari mulutnya hampir setiap hari, di jam yang hampir sama. Nada suaranya datar, senyumnya tipis, cukup untuk disebut sopan. Ia berdiri. Mengambil tas. Menunggu satu detik. Selalu satu detik. Tidak untuk apa-apa. Hanya jeda kecil yang tidak pernah ia sadari alasannya. “Ya,” jawab seseorang dari balik layar komputer. Ada yang mengangguk. Ada yang bahkan tidak menoleh. Bagas melangkah pergi. Lift turun perlahan. Pantulan wajahnya terlihat di dinding kaca—tenang, tidak terburu-buru, tidak meninggalkan apa pun di belakang. Ia menyukai rasa ini. Rasa pergi tanpa ditahan. Di meja kerjanya, semuanya tertata rapi. Tidak ada barang personal yang mencolok. Tidak ada foto. Tidak ada catatan yang tertinggal. Bagas percaya, barang yang mudah ditinggal tidak akan menyulitkan siapa pun. Termasuk dirinya.
this needs to be in color take out the book and weapon please use the character from last panel After the show, Cinder walked through the circus grounds, still buzzing with adrenaline. Performers clapped her shoulder. Vendors offered her candied apples. The strongman lifted her onto his shoulders for a victory lap. She belonged here. That night, curled up in her wagon, she stared at the wooden ceiling and thought about Ryan. Ryan. Her old street-performing partner. The one who’d taught her how to juggle when she was just a scrappy kid with oversized ears and a tail she couldn’t control. He’d always drop the third apple on purpose during their act—just to make the kids laugh. "One day, Cin," he’d said, grinning with that lopsided smile, "we’ll perform for kings and queens. We’ll be legends." She’d believed him. But when the circus scouts came through town, only Cinder had been chosen. Ryan had pushed her forward. "Go. You’re better than this street corner. I’ll catch up—I promise." That was three years ago. She wondered if he’d made it. If he was performing somewhere grand. If he still remembered her. Her ears drooped slightly. I hope you’re okay, Ryan.
this needs to be in color take out the book and weapon please use the character from last panel After the show, Cinder walked through the circus grounds, still buzzing with adrenaline. Performers clapped her shoulder. Vendors offered her candied apples. The strongman lifted her onto his shoulders for a victory lap. She belonged here. That night, curled up in her wagon, she stared at the wooden ceiling and thought about Ryan. Ryan. Her old street-performing partner. The one who’d taught her how to juggle when she was just a scrappy kid with oversized ears and a tail she couldn’t control. He’d always drop the third apple on purpose during their act—just to make the kids laugh. "One day, Cin," he’d said, grinning with that lopsided smile, "we’ll perform for kings and queens. We’ll be legends." She’d believed him. But when the circus scouts came through town, only Cinder had been chosen. Ryan had pushed her forward. "Go. You’re better than this street corner. I’ll catch up—I promise." That was three years ago. She wondered if he’d made it. If he was performing somewhere grand. If he still remembered her. Her ears drooped slightly. I hope you’re okay, Ryan.
Panel 1 (wide, top): A car on the road. Caption: Distance was just a number. âž» Panel 2: Map fragment: Utena → Vilnius. Caption: He drove to see me. âž» Panel 3: Interior of Akropolis shopping mall, Vilnius. They see each other for the first time. Small date in the corner: November 29 Caption: Our first meeting. âž» Panel 4 (close-up): Eye contact. Slight tension. Caption: Our first “hi” in person.
In an era where six Supremes mark the absolute ceiling of existence, the world moves under a quiet, grinding tension: five Supremes stand revealed, anchoring nations, deterring wars, and defining the limits of power, while the sixth vanished long ago without death, omen, or echo, leaving behind not silence but a sense of deliberate containment that only beings at that level can feel; kingdoms ring their borders with alliances and naval forces, especially along the eastern ocean where island chains hide ancient mana scars, academies promote Gifted through rigid ranks obsessed with combat metrics and measurable mana, blind to the truth that Supremacy is not earned but survived, and above it all walks the MC, a Supreme who abandoned the system itself after realizing it was not a ladder but a cage, designed after the disappearance to prevent another from breaking reality the way the missing one nearly did; as nations posture, research forbidden spells, and quietly fear escalation, the MC senses what others refuse to name, that the missing Supreme did not fall or transcend but uncovered something beyond Supremacy and chose exile or imprisonment to stop it from cascading, making the current balance an illusion sustained by fear and ignorance, and as cracks spread through mana laws, island anomalies stir, and Supreme senses begin to distort, the story moves toward an inevitable convergence where the MC, the vanished Supreme, and the system meant to bind them are forced into collision, deciding whether the world remains stable, ascends, or shatters under the weight of truths it was never meant to hold.
Miu have long hair black and white Levi have short hair .Levi is vampire . The door opened and I looked in the mirror,I look who came. so I knew who was standing behind me. "Hello Levi, it's been a long time, maybe years." Mia beep quietly. "Hello Mia." He said it for the first time, so calmly. "When did you remember your previous life?" Levi asks and Miu already smiling. "Five years ago Levi." LEVI grits his teeth. "I knew you would find me and I waited for you to do it. It was fate." I stand up and walk over to him. We look into each other's eyes. "In the diary you left me, none of it made sense. You just died, why? Mia, why the hell." A tear falls from my eye. "Because if you died, I would lose the reason to live. I love you Levi. I never stopped. Our souls were connected when we first met. Since you are bound to me, you are not a Ymir subject." I say and he straightens up. "What did you say?" His eyes widen in surprise. "Let's move somewhere else please I don't want to talk about this here." He nods and grabs my hand. "I promise I won't die again. Neither will you. We will be together." He squeezes my hand even tighter.
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 cafĂ© 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 🎬
That night, curled up in her wagon, she stared at the wooden ceiling and thought about Ryan. Ryan. Her old street-performing partner. The one who’d taught her how to juggle when she was just a scrappy kid with oversized ears and a tail she couldn’t control. He’d always drop the third apple on purpose during their act—just to make the kids laugh. "One day, Cin," he’d said, grinning with that lopsided smile, "we’ll perform for kings and queens. We’ll be legends." She’d believed him. But when the circus scouts came through town, only Cinder had been chosen. Ryan had pushed her forward. "Go. You’re better than this street corner. I’ll catch up—I promise." That was three years ago. She wondered if he’d made it. If he was performing somewhere grand. If he still remembered her. Her ears drooped slightly. I hope you’re okay, Ryan.