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When you surrendered... when you were on that ship..." "You didn't lose me," Lisa said firmly. "You came for me. You and that ridiculous, wonderful crew drove a burning spaceship through a dreadnought to get me back. You don't get to doubt us anymore, Mia. We're inevitable." Mia let out a laugh that turned into a sob, and then she was leaning forward, burying her face in Lisa’s neck. Lisa held her, rocking gently, feeling the tension bleed out of her wife's shoulders. "I love you," Mia mumbled into Lisa’s collarbone. "I know," Lisa murmured, kissing the top of her pink head. "Now, are we going to spend our honeymoon crying, or are we going to order room service and see if this 'king-sized' bed can actually withstand a wrestling match?"
Título del cómic “Un rumor no define quién soy” Personajes Laura: niña amable, tranquila y buena amiga Elizabeth: compañera que inicia el conflicto Amigas del grupo Maestra (figura mediadora) Historia dividida en viñetas (escenas) Viñeta 1: La amistad Patio de la escuela primaria Laura aparece jugando y riendo con su grupo de amigas. Laura: —Me gusta mucho estar con ustedes, somos muy buenas amigas. Amiga: —¡Sí! Siempre nos apoyamos. Viñeta 2: El cambio Salón de clases Elizabeth está hablando en secreto con otras niñas. Elizabeth (susurrando): —Laura dijo cosas feas de ustedes… Amiga (confundida): —¿De verdad? Viñeta 3: El rumor Pasillo de la escuela Las amigas comienzan a alejarse de Laura. Laura (pensando): —¿Por qué ya no me hablan? ¿Qué hice mal? Viñeta 4: El conflicto Recreo Laura escucha a Elizabeth hablando mal de ella. Elizabeth: —No confíen en Laura, ella no es buena amiga. Laura (triste): —Eso no es verdad… Viñeta 5: El dolor Baño o banca del patio Laura está sola, con expresión triste. Laura (pensamiento): —Me duele que hablen de mí sin conocer la verdad. Viñeta 6: Pedir ayuda Salón de clases Laura se acerca a la maestra. Laura: —Maestra, alguien está diciendo cosas falsas sobre mí. Maestra: —Gracias por decirlo, vamos a hablarlo con respeto. Viñeta 7: La verdad Reunión del grupo La maestra reúne a las niñas. Maestra: —Hablar mal de alguien puede lastimar mucho. Aquí escucharemos la verdad. Laura: —Yo nunca hablé mal de ustedes. Las quiero como amigas. Viñeta 8: Reflexión Elizabeth con expresión de arrepentimiento Elizabeth: —Lo siento… hablé sin pensar y causé un problema. Viñeta 9: Perdón y aprendizaje Patio Las amigas vuelven a estar juntas. Amiga: —Perdón por no preguntarte antes, Laura. Laura: —Gracias por escucharme. Aprendimos algo importante. Viñeta 10: Final Todas juntas Narrador: —Los rumores pueden causar daño, pero hablar con la verdad y respeto puede sanar las amistades. Mensaje del cómic (puede ir al final) Moraleja: Hablar mal de los demás puede causar conflictos, pero la comunicación, la honestidad y el respeto ayudan a resolverlos. EN ESPAÑOL
The walk up to the main house was short, a gravel path lined with solar lights that flickered weakly in the twilight. Steel’s property was an oasis of rural quiet, a stark contrast to the neon anxiety of the Starlight Motel. As they approached the house, the golden glow of the kitchen windows spilled out onto the porch. They wiped their boots on the mat; a ritual Steel performed with a surprising delicacy and entered. The kitchen was warm, smelling of rosemary, roasted beef, and yeast rolls. Stephanie was at the stove, stirring gray with the focus of a chemist. “He’s here,” Steel announced, Hanging his keys on a hook. Stephanie turned, wiping her hands on her white apron with a giant red A on it. “About time, Wash up Alex. Use the good soap, not that grease cutter stuff Gerald keeps by the sink.” It was then that Alex noticed they weren’t alone. Sitting at the round oak table, nursing a glass of iced tea, was a young woman. She looked up as he entered, and Alex felt his boots root to the floor. She was petite, perhaps a few inches shorter than him, with long, chestnut hair that fell in loose waves over shoulders. She wore oversized tortoise shell glasses that magnified eyes, the color of polished sapphire. She was wearing scrubs- navy blue with a stethoscope still draped casually around her neck like a scarf. “Alex,” Stephanie said, gesturing with a gravy ladle. “This is Devon. She works with me at the hospital. Devon, this is the stray Gerald brought home.” Alex could feel the heat creeping up his neck as he mumbled. “I’m not a stay, I’m an employee.” Devon smiled, and it changed her whole face, softening the intelligence in her eyes into something warmer. “Nice to meet you, Alex the Employee. Steph say’s you’re the one who saved your boss from a falling plate?”
The neon sign above the trailer buzzed with the irritable hum of a dying insect. It read Ground support, thought the 'U' in ground was flickering out, Leaving the company to announce itself as Grond Support. It fit the aesthetic of the surrounding yard, which was a graveyard of rust excavators, Coils of orange conduit and piles of gravel that looked like forgotten burial mounds. Alex Barry stood at the Chain-link gate, the dust of three state lines coating his black cowboy boots. He was twenty-one, but the shadows under his eyes belonged to a man twice his age. He ran a hand through his short, cropped black hair, wincing as his shirt sleeve rode up. The ink on his forearm, a jagged tribal design he'd gotten in a basement parlor in New Mexico. Hidden again as he yanked the fabric down. He wasn't dealing today, He wasn't running packages. He was trying to vanish and the best place to disappear was beneath the earth. He pushed open the door to the office trailer. The air conditioning hit him like a physical blow, smelling of stale coffee and toner. “We aren’t buying whatever your selling, kid.” a voice rasped from behind a desk that looked more like a barricade of paperwork. Shane, the owner sat there like a toad on a lily pad. Squeezed into a polo shirt so tight and pristine white that it looked like it had been painted onto his soft, round torso. He didn't look up from his spreadsheet, his pen tapping a frantic rhythm. “I'm not selling,” Alex said his voice rough from days of silence. “I'm looking for work. Sign out front says you need laborers.” Shane finally looked up his eyes narrowing as they swept over Alex. He took in the dust, the nervous energy the way Alex stood with his weight on his back foot, ready to bolt. “I need laborers, Not liabilities. You got a rap sheet? You look like you got a rap sheet. I don't pay for insurance risks.” Alex clenched his jaw. “I work hard. I don't ask questions. That's my resume.” Shane waved his hand. “Get lost,” Returning to his papers. “Go peddle your drama somewhere else. This is a respectable establishment. Alex turned to leave, his hand gripping the doorknob. It was the same old story. The world saw the grim on him and assumed he was trash. He was about to step back out into the scorching heat when the light in the doorway was suddenly eclipsed. A mountain of a man blocked the exit. This was steel At forty-four, he was a wall of muscle and scar tissue, wearing biker boots that clunked heavily against the cheap linoleum. He had to duck to enter the trailer, his presence immediately sucking the oxygen out of the room. He smelled of diesel and wet earth. Steel looked down at Alex. It wasn't a glare, It was an inspection. He looked at Alex's face, then down to the dusty cowboy boots. “Nice boots,” Steel rumbled. His voice sounded like gravel tumbling inside a cement mixer. Alex didn't flinch “They walk fine.” Steel smirked, a terrifying expression that somehow reached his eyes, He looked past Alex to the man at the desk. “Hire him, Shane.” Shane sputtered, his face turning a shade of indignity pink. “Steel, look at him! Hes a stray. Probably steal the copper wire first chance he gets.” Steel steps closer to the desk. “Kid wears boots like that, he ain't running from work,” Steel said just as another figure steps inside. If steel was a mountain, Mathew was the sapling growing on the cliff edge. The Nineteen Year old squeezed past Steel. Carrying a hydraulic pump over his shoulder with effortless, wiry strength. Long blond hair flowed out from under a hardhat that had been modified with a wide brim, making it like a plastic Stetson. “Morning, Shane! Morning, Steel!” Mathew chirped
6-panel manga page, comic strip, story flow, coherent narrative, [Panel 1: (Buchi) small chubby anthro canine walking alone, holding camera, looking timid], [Panel 2: A massive shadow looms over him, (Hirata) huge muscular anthro bear appearing behind Buchi, extreme height difference], [Panel 3: Hirata leans down, placing a large heavy hand on Buchi's small shoulder, teasing grin], [Panel 4: Close up of Buchi looking up, tiny compared to Hirata, eyes wide, heavy blushing, flustered], [Panel 5: Hirata lifting Buchi up slightly by his shirt collar, affectionate bullying, Hirata laughing], [Panel 6: Hirata hugging the small Buchi tightly from behind, Buchi's face buried in his arms, embarrassed], {{{Buchi character}}}, small stature, chubby canine, white fur, floppy ears, {{{Hirata character}}}, giant build, muscular bear, brown fur, monochrome, manga style, screentone, sharp lineart, school uniform, detailed background, high quality
in the school, today is the opening day, the small guy is new here, introduced by the teacher of the class, he is cute but also shy and introverted. he hopes to have new friends here."Ha-hi, ma-my name is Buchi, I am new here, nice to meet you all...", he said shyly and reluctantly, eberyone seems to be k with this new guy, except one guy in the back of the class room. his name is Hirata, everyone knows he is a big bully type of guy in this school, and nobody wants to be with him, and he surrisingly noticed Buchi the new small cute guy. but he is super manly and look scary. there is no seat in the room left except the next to Hirata so the teacher told Buchi to be friends with Hirata. so Buchi slowly walks to the empty seat where Hirata is sitting. he sits down, and greets Hirata and asked for his name."Hi, I am Buchi, and you are...". Hirata gave the athetic subtle smirk on his face with the silence at first. and then he just said intimidatingly: "Hirata.", with the look that he gave Buchi the pathetic look subtly telling that he is going to do a ot of bad things to him in his mind, and Buchi is just sitting there, feeing intimidated and said:"na-nice to meet you, Hirata..." and hirata just kept staring at Buchi while Buchi is trying to not make any eye contact with his intiidating look
in the school, today is the opening day, the small guy is new here, introduced by the teacher of the class, he is cute but also shy and introverted. he hopes to have new friends here."Ha-hi, ma-my name is Buchi, I am new here, nice to meet you all...", he said shyly and reluctantly, eberyone seems to be k with this new guy, except one guy in the back of the class room. his name is Hirata, everyone knows he is a big bully type of guy in this school, and nobody wants to be with him, and he surrisingly noticed Buchi the new small cute guy. but he is super manly and look scary. there is no seat in the room left except the next to Hirata so the teacher told Buchi to be friends with Hirata. so Buchi slowly walks to the empty seat where Hirata is sitting. he sits down, and greets Hirata and asked for his name."Hi, I am Buchi, and you are...". Hirata gave the athetic subtle smirk on his face with the silence at first. and then he just said intimidatingly: "Hirata.", with the look that he gave Buchi the pathetic look subtly telling that he is going to do a ot of bad things to him in his mind, and Buchi is just sitting there, feeing intimidated and said:"na-nice to meet you, Hirata..." and hirata just kept staring at Buchi while Buchi is trying to not make any eye contact with his intiidating look
Título del cómic “Un rumor no define quién soy” Personajes Laura: niña amable, tranquila y buena amiga Elizabeth: compañera que inicia el conflicto Amigas del grupo Maestra (figura mediadora) Historia dividida en viñetas (escenas) Viñeta 1: La amistad Patio de la escuela primaria Laura aparece jugando y riendo con su grupo de amigas. Laura: —Me gusta mucho estar con ustedes, somos muy buenas amigas. Amiga: —¡Sí! Siempre nos apoyamos. Viñeta 2: El cambio Salón de clases Elizabeth está hablando en secreto con otras niñas. Elizabeth (susurrando): —Laura dijo cosas feas de ustedes… Amiga (confundida): —¿De verdad? Viñeta 3: El rumor Pasillo de la escuela Las amigas comienzan a alejarse de Laura. Laura (pensando): —¿Por qué ya no me hablan? ¿Qué hice mal? Viñeta 4: El conflicto Recreo Laura escucha a Elizabeth hablando mal de ella. Elizabeth: —No confíen en Laura, ella no es buena amiga. Laura (triste): —Eso no es verdad… Viñeta 5: El dolor Baño o banca del patio Laura está sola, con expresión triste. Laura (pensamiento): —Me duele que hablen de mí sin conocer la verdad. Viñeta 6: Pedir ayuda Salón de clases Laura se acerca a la maestra. Laura: —Maestra, alguien está diciendo cosas falsas sobre mí. Maestra: —Gracias por decirlo, vamos a hablarlo con respeto. Viñeta 7: La verdad Reunión del grupo La maestra reúne a las niñas. Maestra: —Hablar mal de alguien puede lastimar mucho. Aquí escucharemos la verdad. Laura: —Yo nunca hablé mal de ustedes. Las quiero como amigas. Viñeta 8: Reflexión Elizabeth con expresión de arrepentimiento Elizabeth: —Lo siento… hablé sin pensar y causé un problema. Viñeta 9: Perdón y aprendizaje Patio Las amigas vuelven a estar juntas. Amiga: —Perdón por no preguntarte antes, Laura. Laura: —Gracias por escucharme. Aprendimos algo importante. Viñeta 10: Final Todas juntas Narrador: —Los rumores pueden causar daño, pero hablar con la verdad y respeto puede sanar las amistades. Mensaje del cómic (puede ir al final) Moraleja: Hablar mal de los demás puede causar conflictos, pero la comunicación, la honestidad y el respeto ayudan a resolverlos.
Miu is girl and Levi is boy . I need colored manga "I'll be fine." Miu drink more Levi blood than was healthy, but it wouldn't harm Levi health. Levi picked Miu up before Miu passed out. A few days later Miu woke up and felt better. Someone was holding my hand and sleeping in chair close to bed. Miu moved a little and it woke Levi up. It was deep in the night It was Levi. "Miu.." Levi whispered and Miu blinked. "Levi" smiled and Levi hugged Miu. "I was so scared. Why aren't you taking care of yourself?" Levi asks and Miu start to cry. "I'm sorry." Levi puts his forehead against mine. "Don't apologize." Levi says and gets on the bed and hugs Miu tightly. It felt good. "I thought I was going to lose you when Finn was carrying you." He whispered and this time Miu held him close. "Am I okay?" Miu say to reassure Levi and his breathing calms down. Levi looks into Miu eyes again and Miu look into his. "Will it be okay how long have I been away?" "A week and a half." Levi replies and Miu widen eyes. "That's not possible." Miu say and he chuckles ironically. "That's right." Levi says and Miu kiss him. Levi kisses Miu back and caresses Miu cheek. Miu feel more sorry for scaring Levi than for almost dying. "I love you so much, Mia." "I love you too." Miu whisper and kiss Levi and pull Levi closer. Miu stroke Levis hair until both fall asleep again.
High above the world, within a realm of pale marble halls and endless skies, a young woman stood before a shimmering mirror of magic. Through the mirror she watched the mortal world below. Her name was Kaelis. Daughter of Lysera. Granddaughter of Aurelion. Though divine blood flowed within her veins, Kaelis was not fully a god. Her mother had chosen a mortal lover long ago, making Kaelis something unusual among the divine—half god, half human. Perhaps that was why she struggled to understand the indifference of her kind. Behind her, another figure watched. Lysera herself. Elegant, distant, and composed in the way only ancient gods could be. “You watch them often,” Lysera said calmly. Kaelis didn’t turn from the mirror. “They’re suffering.” Below them the world unfolded in countless scenes—wars between kingdoms, starving villages, merchants cheating the poor, monsters tearing through travelers. Lysera remained unmoved. “This world functions exactly as intended.” Kaelis clenched her fists. “Wars… crime… corruption. People die every day. And we do nothing.” Lysera’s voice sharpened slightly. “That is not our role.” “They worship us,” Kaelis said. “They pray to us. They believe we protect them.” Lysera stepped closer. “Destiny governs this world. Mortals walk the paths laid before them.” Her gaze hardened. “And destiny cannot be changed.” Kaelis looked back toward the mirror, frustration burning behind her eyes. But what she saw next made her heart stop.
📘 Estructura de 12 Paneles: "El Auto que quería Cariño" Panel 1: El Escenario Visual: Un galpón rural polvoriento. Al fondo, un auto viejo cubierto de una capa de polvo blanca (como harina). El Ogre Bueni entra con una linterna. Diálogo (Ogre): —Che auto… ¿hoy querés arrancar? Prompt Manga: Wide shot, dusty barn interior. An old, boxy classic car covered in thick white dust. Friendly ogre entering. Manga linework, screentones. Panel 2: El Rechazo Visual: Primer plano del faro del auto que parece un ojo soñoliento. Una burbuja de texto sale del motor. Diálogo (Auto): —No… ay, no… déjenme dormir… Prompt Manga: Close-up of the car's headlight looking like a sleepy eye. Text bubble coming from the engine. Grumpy expression. Panel 3: El Sapo Churro Visual: Sapo Aldo toca el auto con un dedo y se llena de polvo. Está blanco de pies a cabeza. El Ogre y la Vaca Bueni miran asombrados. Diálogo (Aldo): —¡Ay, parezco un churro! ¡Ja, ja! Prompt Manga: Small toad named Aldo covered in white dust. He looks like a "churro" (powdered snack). Comedy manga style, speed lines. Panel 4: El Gato Salvador Visual: Un gato entra con una aspiradora vieja y ruidosa que rebota por el suelo (Boom, boom). Diálogo (Gato): —¡Acá vengo a salvar el día! Prompt Manga: Smug cat dragging a retro vacuum cleaner. Tail held high. Dynamic perspective. SFX: BOOM BOOM. Panel 5: El Caos de la Limpieza Visual: La aspiradora encendida a máxima potencia (FIIIUUU). El gato sale volando hacia atrás por la succión, con los pelos de punta. Diálogo (Gato): —¡Me dejó el pelo como nube! Prompt Manga: Action panel. Vacuum sucking air violently. Cat flying backwards with static, puffy fur. High energy, chaotic manga effect. Panel 6: El Gran Esfuerzo Visual: Todos empujan el auto. La Vaca con la nariz, los sapos por atrás, el Ogre de un costado. El auto está plantado y hace sonar la bocina molesto. Diálogo (Vaca): —Está haciendo capricho. Prompt Manga: Group effort. Ogre, cow, and toads straining to push the car. Sweat drops. SFX: HONK! (Bocina). Panel 7: La Sabiduría del Pato Visual: El Pato Bueni llega caminando tranquilo con aire de profesor mientras el Sapo Pepe se ríe en el suelo. Diálogo (Pato): —¿Probaste preguntarle qué quiere? Prompt Manga: Duck with a small bowtie looking wise. Sapo Pepe laughing in the background. Calm vs Chaos. Panel 8: El Secreto Revelado Visual: El Ogre se agacha frente al paragolpes, escuchando con atención. El auto susurra. Diálogo (Auto): —Yo quiero que me laven… Prompt Manga: Emotional panel. Ogre leaning close to the car's grill. Tiny, shaky text bubble. Sweet moment. Panel 9: El Spa del Campo Visual: Montaje de limpieza. La Vaca tira agua, los sapos frotan las ruedas y el gato limpia los vidrios mientras canta. Prompt Manga: Montage panel. Multiple small scenes of the animals scrubbing and washing the car. Bubbles and sparkles everywhere. Panel 10: ¡Como Nuevo! Visual: El auto brilla intensamente. Los personajes se tapan los ojos por el reflejo del sol en la carrocería. Diálogo (Gato): —¡Epa! ¡Parece un auto último modelo! Prompt Manga: The car is sparkling white/silver. Intense light glints (shoujo manga sparkles). Characters looking impressed. Panel 11: ¡Arranca! Visual: El Ogre gira la llave. Humo feliz sale del escape y el motor ruge con fuerza. Los sapos saltan del susto. Diálogo (Sapos): —¡Ah! ¡Nos asustó! Prompt Manga: Dynamic engine start. "VROOM" SFX in big letters. Toads jumping in mid-air from surprise. Panel 12: Final Feliz Visual: El auto manejando solito llevando las cajas, todos los animales saludando y riendo. Diálogo (Vaca): —Solo necesitaba cariño… y un baño. Prompt Manga: Wide shot. Car driving happily towards the horizon (or boxes). All characters waving. Heart icons. "FIN".
📘 Estructura de 12 Paneles: "El Auto que quería Cariño" Panel 1: El Escenario Visual: Un galpón rural polvoriento. Al fondo, un auto viejo cubierto de una capa de polvo blanca (como harina). El Ogre Bueni entra con una linterna. Diálogo (Ogre): —Che auto… ¿hoy querés arrancar? Prompt Manga: Wide shot, dusty barn interior. An old, boxy classic car covered in thick white dust. Friendly ogre entering. Manga linework, screentones. Panel 2: El Rechazo Visual: Primer plano del faro del auto que parece un ojo soñoliento. Una burbuja de texto sale del motor. Diálogo (Auto): —No… ay, no… déjenme dormir… Prompt Manga: Close-up of the car's headlight looking like a sleepy eye. Text bubble coming from the engine. Grumpy expression. Panel 3: El Sapo Churro Visual: Sapo Aldo toca el auto con un dedo y se llena de polvo. Está blanco de pies a cabeza. El Ogre y la Vaca Bueni miran asombrados. Diálogo (Aldo): —¡Ay, parezco un churro! ¡Ja, ja! Prompt Manga: Small toad named Aldo covered in white dust. He looks like a "churro" (powdered snack). Comedy manga style, speed lines. Panel 4: El Gato Salvador Visual: Un gato entra con una aspiradora vieja y ruidosa que rebota por el suelo (Boom, boom). Diálogo (Gato): —¡Acá vengo a salvar el día! Prompt Manga: Smug cat dragging a retro vacuum cleaner. Tail held high. Dynamic perspective. SFX: BOOM BOOM. Panel 5: El Caos de la Limpieza Visual: La aspiradora encendida a máxima potencia (FIIIUUU). El gato sale volando hacia atrás por la succión, con los pelos de punta. Diálogo (Gato): —¡Me dejó el pelo como nube! Prompt Manga: Action panel. Vacuum sucking air violently. Cat flying backwards with static, puffy fur. High energy, chaotic manga effect. Panel 6: El Gran Esfuerzo Visual: Todos empujan el auto. La Vaca con la nariz, los sapos por atrás, el Ogre de un costado. El auto está plantado y hace sonar la bocina molesto. Diálogo (Vaca): —Está haciendo capricho. Prompt Manga: Group effort. Ogre, cow, and toads straining to push the car. Sweat drops. SFX: HONK! (Bocina). Panel 7: La Sabiduría del Pato Visual: El Pato Bueni llega caminando tranquilo con aire de profesor mientras el Sapo Pepe se ríe en el suelo. Diálogo (Pato): —¿Probaste preguntarle qué quiere? Prompt Manga: Duck with a small bowtie looking wise. Sapo Pepe laughing in the background. Calm vs Chaos. Panel 8: El Secreto Revelado Visual: El Ogre se agacha frente al paragolpes, escuchando con atención. El auto susurra. Diálogo (Auto): —Yo quiero que me laven… Prompt Manga: Emotional panel. Ogre leaning close to the car's grill. Tiny, shaky text bubble. Sweet moment. Panel 9: El Spa del Campo Visual: Montaje de limpieza. La Vaca tira agua, los sapos frotan las ruedas y el gato limpia los vidrios mientras canta. Prompt Manga: Montage panel. Multiple small scenes of the animals scrubbing and washing the car. Bubbles and sparkles everywhere. Panel 10: ¡Como Nuevo! Visual: El auto brilla intensamente. Los personajes se tapan los ojos por el reflejo del sol en la carrocería. Diálogo (Gato): —¡Epa! ¡Parece un auto último modelo! Prompt Manga: The car is sparkling white/silver. Intense light glints (shoujo manga sparkles). Characters looking impressed. Panel 11: ¡Arranca! Visual: El Ogre gira la llave. Humo feliz sale del escape y el motor ruge con fuerza. Los sapos saltan del susto. Diálogo (Sapos): —¡Ah! ¡Nos asustó! Prompt Manga: Dynamic engine start. "VROOM" SFX in big letters. Toads jumping in mid-air from surprise. Panel 12: Final Feliz Visual: El auto manejando solito llevando las cajas, todos los animales saludando y riendo. Diálogo (Vaca): —Solo necesitaba cariño… y un baño. Prompt Manga: Wide shot. Car driving happily towards the horizon (or boxes). All characters waving. Heart icons. "FIN".
A young man just out of high school (Ousugi Sakae) grapples with a world falling into fascism, the loneliness of adulthood, and his sense of obligation to oppose fascism and bring about an especifist anarchist revolution to save everyone. Additionally, he is in love with his kouhai (Emma) who is also dedicated to the cause. They can't really be together because that would complicate an already dangerous life. Or could they? What kind of life and love is there in a world being corrupted by hatred? Is bravery and comradery enough to turn the tide and win the revolution? Or is something more needed? There should be a sense of nostalgia for a world that never existed, and a longing for a future world yet to be. He should be feel a sense of solidarity with his friends and Emma but also isolation and loneliness because the world is so unpredictable. This manga should be an intro duction to the characters and the world.
PAGE 1–3 Kaito: “Just enough for today.” Kaito: “This should be enough wood.” Silent forest. No wind. No life. Only axe hits and breath. Snow hangs still in the air.
POSTER 2 — VAEYA Character Reveal Poster Prompt: Create a premium vertical anime/manga promotional poster for the sci-fi fantasy comic book “ADVAAN: THE FULL MIND PROTOCOL.” Use the uploaded character image as the exact reference for Vaeya. Preserve her appearance, hairstyle, clothing, proportions, and facial features without alteration. Vaeya stands gracefully on a floating landscape overlooking the same futuristic world seen in Advaan’s poster, ensuring both posters feel like part of the same universe. Her posture radiates calm authority, balance, wisdom, and quiet strength. One hand gently extends outward while streams of glowing life energy flow naturally around her fingertips. Instead of architectural blueprints, her surroundings respond with nature. Floating islands bloom with lush vegetation, elegant trees emerge from light, rivers flow through the air, flowering vines spiral around fragments of futuristic structures, and crystalline waterfalls cascade between floating cliffs. Her presence restores harmony wherever the energy touches. In the distance, the same futuristic skyline from Advaan’s poster is visible, but here the city blends seamlessly with nature. Vertical forests grow along skyscrapers, suspended gardens connect towers, and green landscapes weave through advanced architecture, reinforcing that Vaeya brings balance rather than control. Behind her, the glowing Full Mind Protocol emblem appears again, matching Advaan’s poster, but softened by aurora-like light, clouds, and celestial landscapes. The symbol should remain recognizable while harmonizing with her environment. The lighting mirrors Advaan’s poster with dramatic golden-hour sunlight combined with soft emerald, teal, and cyan energy illuminating the environment. Gentle wind moves her hair and flowing garments naturally. Her expression should communicate compassion, intelligence, resilience, and unwavering determination. She should feel like the emotional anchor of the story rather than a warrior seeking battle. Leave generous negative space near the upper third of the composition for the comic title and near the bottom for promotional text. Color palette: * White * Emerald green * Teal * Cyan * Soft gold highlights Mood: Harmony. Hope. Guardian of possibility. Avoid combat poses, explosions, monsters, exaggerated magical effects, chaotic compositions, or dark fantasy elements. The artwork should complement Advaan’s poster while emphasizing growth, balance, and life.
POSTER 2 — VAEYA Character Reveal Poster Prompt: Create a premium vertical anime/manga promotional poster for the sci-fi fantasy comic book “ADVAAN: THE FULL MIND PROTOCOL.” Use the uploaded character image as the exact reference for Vaeya. Preserve her appearance, hairstyle, clothing, proportions, and facial features without alteration. Vaeya stands gracefully on a floating landscape overlooking the same futuristic world seen in Advaan’s poster, ensuring both posters feel like part of the same universe. Her posture radiates calm authority, balance, wisdom, and quiet strength. One hand gently extends outward while streams of glowing life energy flow naturally around her fingertips. Instead of architectural blueprints, her surroundings respond with nature. Floating islands bloom with lush vegetation, elegant trees emerge from light, rivers flow through the air, flowering vines spiral around fragments of futuristic structures, and crystalline waterfalls cascade between floating cliffs. Her presence restores harmony wherever the energy touches. In the distance, the same futuristic skyline from Advaan’s poster is visible, but here the city blends seamlessly with nature. Vertical forests grow along skyscrapers, suspended gardens connect towers, and green landscapes weave through advanced architecture, reinforcing that Vaeya brings balance rather than control. Behind her, the glowing Full Mind Protocol emblem appears again, matching Advaan’s poster, but softened by aurora-like light, clouds, and celestial landscapes. The symbol should remain recognizable while harmonizing with her environment. The lighting mirrors Advaan’s poster with dramatic golden-hour sunlight combined with soft emerald, teal, and cyan energy illuminating the environment. Gentle wind moves her hair and flowing garments naturally. Her expression should communicate compassion, intelligence, resilience, and unwavering determination. She should feel like the emotional anchor of the story rather than a warrior seeking battle. Leave generous negative space near the upper third of the composition for the comic title and near the bottom for promotional text. Color palette: * White * Emerald green * Teal * Cyan * Soft gold highlights Mood: Harmony. Hope. Guardian of possibility. Avoid combat poses, explosions, monsters, exaggerated magical effects, chaotic compositions, or dark fantasy elements. The artwork should complement Advaan’s poster while emphasizing growth, balance, and life.
POSTER 1 — ADVAAN Character Reveal Poster Prompt: Create a premium vertical anime/manga promotional poster for a sci-fi fantasy comic book titled “ADVAAN: THE FULL MIND PROTOCOL.” Use the uploaded character image as the exact reference for Advaan. Preserve his appearance, hairstyle, clothing, proportions, and facial features without alteration. Advaan stands confidently on the edge of an impossibly tall floating architectural platform overlooking a vast futuristic megacity in the year 3030. His stance is calm, composed, and visionary—not aggressive. One hand rests naturally by his side while the other slightly extends forward as if subtly shaping reality itself. Around him, translucent architectural blueprints, parametric wireframes, geometric grids, floating holographic equations, and glowing construction lines orbit through the air, suggesting that his thoughts can manifest architecture into existence. Fragments of futuristic buildings are assembling themselves from glowing blue particles around him. Behind him, the skyline stretches endlessly with flowing parametric skyscrapers, suspended bridges, floating districts, orbital elevators, and layered megastructures disappearing into the clouds. The architecture should feel organic, elegant, and futuristic rather than industrial. A massive glowing circular geometric symbol—the emblem of the Full Mind Protocol—floats faintly in the sky behind him like a celestial halo, partially hidden by drifting clouds. The lighting is dramatic golden-hour sunlight mixed with cool cyan energy reflections. Wind gently lifts the edges of his long coat and loose fabric, adding motion without exaggeration. His expression should communicate quiet confidence, intelligence, curiosity, and limitless imagination rather than anger or arrogance. The overall atmosphere should inspire wonder and possibility. Leave generous negative space near the upper third of the composition for the comic title and near the bottom for promotional text. Color palette: * White * Silver * Cyan * Electric blue * Soft gold highlights Mood: Visionary. Limitless. Architect of the future. Avoid explosions, combat poses, enemies, excessive visual clutter, exaggerated action effects, oversized weapons, or chaotic backgrounds. The poster should feel elegant, cinematic, and iconic, introducing Advaan as a creator rather than a destroyer.
And now this “one” stood in the middle of Astar’s study — quiet, with a lowered gaze, a silent temptation made flesh. Astar remained silent, but his eyes said far too much. Zak swallowed hard. He should run. Or at least stop breathing. But he had already started opening the casket! Leaving it unlocked was like leaving a signed confession with his home address attached
Role / Style Instruction (keep at top): You are a professional black-and-white manga artist illustrating a finished manga page. Follow panel composition, camera direction, tone, and pacing exactly. Do not redesign characters or alter story content. PAGE GOAL Establish a calm fantasy village where magic is ordinary, subtly introduce social distance around the main character, and clearly define his relaxed, grounded personality. The page should feel warm and normal, with an underlying sense of quiet separation. PAGE LAYOUT One large horizontal establishing panel at the top Two stacked panels beneath it Clean gutters Natural left-to-right reading flow No extreme angles, no dramatic effects PANEL 1 — ESTABLISHING THE WORLD Wide village street in the morning. Warm light. Lived-in fantasy environment. Show everyday magic, treated as routine: A baker flicks a small controlled flame from his fingertip like striking a match Water floats smoothly into jars, shaping itself gently A woman calmly pulls glowing thread from thin air; it spins briefly before wrapping neatly onto a spool No one reacts to the magic. This is normal life. Dialogue placement (light, unobtrusive): Villager 1: “Morning already? Wind’s lively today.” Villager 2 (smiling): “Better than yesterday. Fire mage nearly burned the stall again.” Magic should feel subtle and practical, not flashy. PANEL 2 — THE WATCHING EYES Kaisen Lorenin walks down the street with dual swords crossed on his back. He is centered, walking calmly. Villagers are half-hidden: Faces peeking from doorways and windows Eyes visible before mouths Whispering posture Composition should isolate Kaisen within the crowd. Dialogue (small, quiet speech bubbles): Villager 3 (whispering): “That’s Lorenin’s boy.” Villager 4: “He got time magic, right?” Villager 3: “…Yeah. Something like that.” PANEL 3 — KAISEN’S RESPONSE Close-medium, three-quarter view of Kaisen. Relaxed posture Genuine, casual smile Small wave No visible magic Clean background with fewer villagers This panel belongs entirely to him. Dialogue: Kaisen: “Morning.” CHARACTER NOTES (DO NOT ALTER) Kaisen Lorenin: calm, approachable, grounded, no visible magic use Dual swords on his back at all times No dramatic expressions yet TONE & STYLE Black and white manga style Clean linework Minimal effects Subtle shading Realistic proportions Calm pacing Magic integrated into daily life IMPORTANT CONSTRAINTS Do NOT add extra characters Do NOT change dialogue Do NOT add dramatic magic effects Do NOT make villagers openly hostile Do NOT change panel layout This page should feel peaceful, normal, and quietly distant.
Character 1 turns to character 2, looking solemn. Character 1: "I failed you Arctos, my son." Character 2: (Trembling) "No Papa! You didn't." Thunder rumbles overhead. Character 1: "I did not deal with Marius when I should have. Now Maltus burns..." The ancient city is hit again and again by lighting.
Mature seinen manga illustration, elegant French woman with short dark bob reclining barefoot in a late-night train compartment during heavy rain, oversized cashmere sweater exposing one shoulder, city lights reflecting across the dark window, calm possessive expression, emotionally intimate dominance, realistic adult body language, sophisticated erotic atmosphere, cinematic lighting. She is recording a voice message after leaving him physically overwhelmed from the weekend. Dialogue bubble: “By now your body should already associate obedience with pleasure.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet rainy morning hotel room. Soft grey daylight reflects across rumpled sheets and abandoned wine glasses from the night before. Sandrine lies alone on her stomach near the center of the bed in an oversized white shirt, obviously barefoot beneath the blankets. Her short dark bob falls loosely across one cheek while she looks directly toward the viewer with sleepy affection and quiet authority. One bare foot slowly emerges from beneath the sheets near the edge of the mattress. The atmosphere feels ritualistic, intimate, emotionally consuming, and deeply private. NO explicit anatomy NO explicit sexuality NO graphic nudity ONE speech bubble only. She says: “Serving me before you’re even fully awake should feel natural to you now.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet rainy morning hotel room. Soft grey daylight reflects across rumpled sheets and abandoned wine glasses from the night before. Sandrine lies alone on her stomach near the center of the bed in an oversized white shirt, obviously barefoot beneath the blankets. Her short dark bob falls loosely across one cheek while she looks directly toward the viewer with sleepy affection and quiet authority. One bare foot slowly emerges from beneath the sheets near the edge of the mattress. The atmosphere feels ritualistic, intimate, emotionally consuming, and deeply private. NO explicit anatomy NO explicit sexuality NO graphic nudity ONE speech bubble only. She says: “Serving me before you’re even fully awake should feel natural to you now.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet late-night train compartment returning home after the weekend. Rain slides slowly across the dark window while distant city lights blur past outside. Sandrine sits alone curled into the corner of the seat barefoot in an oversized cashmere sweater, short dark bob slightly tousled from travel. A glass of red wine rests beside her phone while she looks toward the viewer with calm certainty and quiet fascination. The atmosphere feels emotionally suspended between distance, longing, and continued possession. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “The slight pain should remind you exactly who you belong to when you touch yourself for me.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet deserted beach at dusk. Soft ocean mist drifts through the fading blue-grey light while waves roll slowly onto the sand. Sandrine walks barefoot along the shoreline in an oversized white linen shirt, her heels dangling loosely from one hand. Her short dark bob moves lightly in the sea breeze while the wet sand reflects the last traces of evening light beneath her feet. She turns her head toward the viewer mid-step with calm affection and quiet authority, expression thoughtful and deeply certain. The atmosphere feels intimate, emotionally consuming, and psychologically overwhelming through tenderness rather than force. NO explicit anatomy NO explicit sexuality NO graphic nudity ONE speech bubble only. She says: “What should excite you most is that I allow you to pleasure me.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet deserted beach at dusk. Soft ocean mist drifts through the fading blue-grey light while waves roll slowly onto the sand. Sandrine walks barefoot along the shoreline in an oversized white linen shirt, her heels dangling loosely from one hand. Her short dark bob moves lightly in the sea breeze while the wet sand reflects the last traces of evening light beneath her feet. She turns her head toward the viewer mid-step with calm affection and quiet authority, expression thoughtful and deeply certain. The atmosphere feels intimate, emotionally consuming, and psychologically overwhelming through tenderness rather than force. NO explicit anatomy NO explicit sexuality NO graphic nudity ONE speech bubble only. She says: “What should excite you most is that I allow you to pleasure me.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet rainy evening restaurant after most guests have already left. Warm lantern light glows softly across half-finished wine glasses and untouched dessert plates. Sandrine sits alone at the table barefoot beneath an oversized black sweater, her short dark bob slightly tousled from the damp sea air outside. One bare foot stretches lazily beneath the table while she studies the viewer with calm amusement and quiet authority. Her posture remains perfectly composed and elegant despite the intimacy hidden beneath the tablecloth. The atmosphere feels intelligent, teasing, psychologically consuming, and deeply private. NO explicit anatomy NO explicit sexuality NO graphic nudity ONE speech bubble only. She says: “I’m not wearing underwear tonight… and what should excite you most is knowing I allow you to think about it.”
And now this “one” stood in the middle of Astar’s study — quiet, with a lowered gaze, a silent temptation made flesh. Astar remained silent, but his eyes said far too much. Zak swallowed hard. He should run. Or at least stop breathing. But he had already started opening the casket! Leaving it unlocked was like leaving a signed confession with his home address attached. Astar and the submissive were already by the desk. The boy obediently dropped to his knees, placed his hands on the alpha’s thighs, and waited for instructions. Everything was perfect — straight out of a dominants’ handbook. But something went wrong. Astar suddenly froze. For a moment his gaze clouded over, as if something intangible had brushed against his consciousness. Then he sharply turned his head — looking directly toward the curtain. Zak froze, afraid even to blink. The lockpick burned in his fingers, and the casket treacherously glistened on the table.
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet deserted beach at dusk. Soft ocean mist drifts through the fading blue-grey light while waves roll slowly onto the sand. Sandrine walks barefoot along the shoreline in an oversized white linen shirt, her heels dangling loosely from one hand. Her short dark bob moves lightly in the sea breeze while the wet sand reflects the last traces of evening light beneath her feet. She turns her head toward the viewer mid-step with calm affection and quiet authority, expression thoughtful and deeply certain. The atmosphere feels intimate, emotionally consuming, and psychologically overwhelming through tenderness rather than force. NO explicit anatomy NO explicit sexuality NO graphic nudity ONE speech bubble only. She says: “What should excite you most is that I allow you to pleasure me.”
A story of two siblings narrated by the younger sister Miyu, a lazy otaku who loves spending her days drawing. The story begins with her drawing in bed while lying down, her room completely messy. Her brother Rai arrives soon after, bringing her breakfast. He complains about the mess and that she should at least get out of bed and have breakfast at the table like a normal girl. She says he's noisy and that she prefers it this way. He sighs and starts tidying his room, then says he's going shopping and will be right back. She narrates the story, talking about how her brother is an extremely ordinary person who loves following rules and routines, and that they are nothing alike. She also revealed that this was the last year she would spend with him, as he would pass away at the end of the following summer.
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet Sunday morning hotel room just before departure. Soft grey daylight spills through partially open curtains onto tangled sheets and an open suitcase near the door. Sandrine stands alone barefoot beside the bed in an oversized white shirt, one hand resting lightly on the suitcase handle as though she is almost ready to leave. Her dark hair is still slightly messy from sleep and the long weekend together. She pauses before walking away, turning back toward the viewer with calm affection and quiet possessiveness. One bare foot presses softly into the carpet while her expression reveals she is already imagining the effect her final touch will leave behind. The atmosphere feels intimate, emotionally suspended, psychologically consuming, and deeply private. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “Before I leave, I should make sure you’ll still feel me tomorrow.”
The whole page should show the protagonist, a 18 year old girl, she has white, soft, wavy hair, that's about chin length, and bangs ending just underneath her eye brows. She's wearing a small pink hair clip, that's in the shape of a flower. She has heterochrome eyes, her left one's pale blue, the right one's pale pink. She has ears, pierced with pink crystal earpiercings. She has a small delicate nose. Her lips are naturally a pale pink. She has soft, smooth, pale skin. Her boobs are very small and perky. She has a very slim figure. She is incredibly pretty. She's wearing a beautiful white dress with pale pink frills, with white stockings and white sandals. The dress reaches just above her knees, the neckline conservative, but comfortably loose. She's very kind, likes to make new friends and is smart, but also a tiny bit naive. She believes in the good of people. She's very friendly with everyone.
Create a cosmic, metaphysical, comic with a dark omniversal aesthetic. The main character is Saitama a bald guy who is white, an incomprehensible entity that exists beyond all realities, dimensions, concepts, narratives, fiction, authors, readers, mathematics, logic, principles, axioms, and hierarchies. The art should progressively escalate in scale each panel until language itself becomes meaningless. Panel 1 Show an infinite cosmological hierarchy. Endless universes, multiverses, hyperverses, dimensions, conceptual realms, mathematical structures, and narrative layers stretch infinitely upward. Each higher layer sees the lower one as mere fiction. Gods beyond gods, transcendent beings, inaccessible realms, and omniversal structures fill the scene. Caption: "Beyond all realities stood the Dust Hierarchy, an endless structure of transcendence where each layer viewed all beneath it as fiction." Panel 2 The Absolute One appears. Its form cannot be comprehended: a silhouette made of impossible geometry, living paradoxes, shattered equations, broken concepts, and collapsing narratives. Entire omniversal hierarchies are revealed as tiny particles floating around it. Infinite beings possessing absolute immortality, omnipotence, reality warping, conceptual manipulation, causality transcendence, and every imaginable power are shown as insignificant specks. Caption: "Yet the totality of the hierarchy existed only as an unconscious thought within The Absolute One." Panel 3 The Absolute One casually erases the entire hierarchy. Reality, fiction, existence, nonexistence, mathematics, concepts, principles, axioms, causality, dimensionality, authorship, narratives, power systems, and transcendence itself dissolve into nothing. The comic panel itself begins breaking apart, with speech bubbles shattering and the page tearing away. Caption: "The gap between The Absolute One and beings beyond all principles and axioms of everything was greater than the gap between a fictional atom and all creation." Panel 4 A completely surreal scene. There is no space, time, existence, nonexistence, fiction, reality, hierarchy, concept, possibility, impossibility, author, reader, or narrative left. The Absolute One remains alone. Even the comic's borders have vanished. The artwork should imply that the character has transcended the comic, the artist, the audience, and the very notion of transcendence itself. Final Caption: "It did not transcend the hierarchy. It transcended the need for hierarchies, concepts, existence, fiction, authorship, power, and even the meaning of 'beyond.' The Absolute One simply was."
Dr. Elara Vance, a reclusive astrophysicist obsessed with forgotten star lore, detected an unprecedented cosmic dust cloud rapidly engulfing key constellations, mirroring ancient prophecies of a "Whispering Veil." Her attempts to warn the public were met with skepticism until Kael 'The Sentinel' Thorne, a cynical but duty-bound protector of the city's esoteric underbelly, found the dust manifesting as disturbing, reality-warping static along the very ley lines he guarded, forcing their diametrically opposed worldviews to collide in an uneasy alliance. Elara insisted the Veil signified an impending, dimension-shattering cosmic event, while Kael focused on its immediate, localized corruption of the city’s unseen infrastructure, each struggling to trust the other’s unfamiliar methodologies. Should they fail to unify their understanding and identify the true nature of this phenomenon, Elara’s life work would be proven a catastrophic failure, and Kael's community, already on the brink, faced an irreversible descent into a fractured, alien reality. Their only hope lay in deciphering the Veil's intent by fusing Elara’s arcane celestial maps with Kael’s intimate knowledge of the city’s hidden energies, aiming to either reverse the cosmic intrusion or prepare their world for a profound, terrifying metamorphosis.
The story starts off with a girl named Aniko Suemora sitting in her classroom and some girls walk up to her and ask if she wants to hang out with them and Aniko declines. Then it cuts to a boy (you can make the name for the other characters from here on out) Where he is talking to a bunch of his guy friends. Then they both Aniko and the boy leave their classrooms that are right next to each other and they bump into each other. (Aniko should have long silver hair and a cute face) They start talking and they become friends. Aniko spends time with the boy a lot and then the boy introduces a new friend that is a boy and you can make the name for him. They all spend time together and some seperatley and then they meet a final boy who you can make the name for. And they are all friends and do grouo activites. Then all 3 boys meet up (not aniko) just to talk and they end up realising all 3 boys have a crush on aniko. So when they hang out they each try to impress aniko and continue the story after that but I dont want aniko choosing a boy yet. Make there be embarrassing moments, cute moments, scary moments, and romanctic moments.
The Decline Three months later. The tent was half-empty. Cinder flipped through the air, landed perfectly, juggled the flaming pins with the same precision—but the applause was thin. Scattered. A few polite claps from the families who’d bothered to show up. She forced her smile wider. Bowed deeper. Added an extra spin. Nothing. The little girl who used to sit in the front row wasn’t there anymore. After the show, Cinder stood alone in the center ring, staring at the empty seats. Dust motes floated through the fading spotlight. The silence pressed against her ears. "Pathetic." She turned. The Ringmaster stood at the edge of the ring, face shadowed, arms crossed. "Sir, I—" "The crowds are leaving because of you." His voice was cold. Sharp. "You’re stale. Boring. A one-trick pony—or should I say, one-trick mutt." Her tail tucked instinctively. "I can learn new tricks. I’ll practice harder—" "I’ve already made arrangements." He turned away. "There’s a new act coming. Someone with real talent." The words hit like a punch to the gut. "You’re replaceable, Cinder. Don’t forget that." He walked away, boots echoing on the wooden floor. Cinder stood frozen, flames still flickering on the pins in her hands. Slowly, she let them drop. They clattered to the ground, extinguished. Weeks passed.
The Decline Three months later. The tent was half-empty. Cinder flipped through the air, landed perfectly, juggled the flaming pins with the same precision—but the applause was thin. Scattered. A few polite claps from the families who’d bothered to show up. She forced her smile wider. Bowed deeper. Added an extra spin. Nothing. The little girl who used to sit in the front row wasn’t there anymore. After the show, Cinder stood alone in the center ring, staring at the empty seats. Dust motes floated through the fading spotlight. The silence pressed against her ears. "Pathetic." She turned. The Ringmaster stood at the edge of the ring, face shadowed, arms crossed. "Sir, I—" "The crowds are leaving because of you." His voice was cold. Sharp. "You’re stale. Boring. A one-trick pony—or should I say, one-trick mutt." Her tail tucked instinctively. "I can learn new tricks. I’ll practice harder—" "I’ve already made arrangements." He turned away. "There’s a new act coming. Someone with real talent." The words hit like a punch to the gut. "You’re replaceable, Cinder. Don’t forget that." He walked away, boots echoing on the wooden floor. Cinder stood frozen, flames still flickering on the pins in her hands. Slowly, she let them drop. They clattered to the ground, extinguished. Weeks passed.
Create Page 1 of a manga story. Use a 4-panel page layout. Scene: A traditional African village that lives in harmony with nature. Show clay homes, organised tree systems, farming, children learning, and a strong sense of community. The village should feel advanced, peaceful, and connected to the environment. Introduce a group of politicians and outside representatives arriving with documents. They announce that they have made an agreement to bring a foreign development project, new housing, and education systems to the area. The villagers are surprised because nobody consulted them. End the page with the villagers questioning why this decision was made without their consent. Focus on cinematic manga storytelling, emotional expressions, detailed environments, and a serious philosophical tone. Panel 1 (large opening panel): A wide view of the village. Show the natural environment, clay homes, trees arranged in intentional patterns, people farming, children learning, animals, rivers, and community life. The village feels organised, peaceful, and connected. Panel 2: Inside a village gathering space. Elders and villagers are together while a politician arrives with representatives from an outside organisation. The politician looks confident, carrying documents. Panel 3: The politician announces that an agreement has been made with an organisation to bring “development,” new housing, and education programmes to the area. Panel 4: Close-up reactions from villagers. Confusion, concern, and silence. Someone asks: “When was this decided?” The page ends with the feeling that something has been done without the people’s permission.
character 1 : older woman around age 60, with shoulder length dark colored hair. character 2 : young woman around mid 20s, mid length dark brown hair, wearing glasses. panel 1: character 1 is seated on chair leaning back and talking to character 2 in a unpleasant expression. below her a black and white chihuahua is sleeping peacefully, while an orange tabby cat with fluffy tail is walking off frame towards character 2. panel 2: character 2 is seen sitting on the floor, learning against the foot of the couch and crying with her head down, phone in one hand, the other hand wiping her tears. the orange cat is near character 2. the words from character 1 shows floating in through the corner of the frame "!@#$%#@" the background of this frame should feel cold and dark. panel 3: split diagonal half frame - one frame shows the orange cat looking up fondly at character 2, the other frame shows the orange cat putting his paw gently on character 2's leg panel 4: zoom in on character 2 face, teary eyed but surprised, looking at the orange cat panel 5: zoom in on orange cat, showing a very cute loving expression, speech bubble "meow~" panel 6: both orange cat and character 2 in frame, character 2 stroking the orange cat gently, the surrounding background looks loving and warm.
it needs to be in color Part Two: The Decline Three months later. The tent was half-empty. Cinder flipped through the air, landed perfectly, juggled the flaming pins with the same precision—but the applause was thin. Scattered. A few polite claps from the families who’d bothered to show up. She forced her smile wider. Bowed deeper. Added an extra spin. Nothing. The little girl who used to sit in the front row wasn’t there anymore. After the show, Cinder stood alone in the center ring, staring at the empty seats. Dust motes floated through the fading spotlight. The silence pressed against her ears. "Pathetic." She turned. The Ringmaster stood at the edge of the ring, face shadowed, arms crossed. "Sir, I—" "The crowds are leaving because of you." the ring master said His voice was cold. Sharp. "You’re stale. Boring. A one-trick pony—or should I say, one-trick mutt." Her tail tucked instinctively. "I can learn new tricks. I’ll practice harder—" "I’ve already made arrangements." He turned away. "There’s a new act coming. Someone with real talent." The words hit like a punch to the gut. "You’re replaceable, Cinder. Don’t forget that." He walked away, boots echoing on the wooden floor. Cinder stood frozen, flames still flickering on the pins in her hands. Slowly, she let them drop. They clattered to the ground, extinguished. Weeks passed.
CyberWolf — Series Story Description In a world where advanced technology and hidden powers collide, a young man named Tori Mack wakes up in a laboratory with no memories… and a body that is no longer fully human. Half of him has been transformed into a powerful cybernetic weapon. His right side is no longer flesh, but steel, circuits, and claws. Stronger. Faster. Deadlier. Rescued and watched over by a mysterious older man named Ein Tucker, Tori learns that he survived a disaster no human should have lived through. But the truth is far darker than he realizes. As Tori struggles to understand what he has become, strange dreams of wolves begin to haunt him. At the same time, dangerous forces move in the shadows—people who know exactly what he is… and want him back. Ein, once a legendary assassin with powerful spell-casting abilities, now walks a different path after learning his entire life was built on manipulation and lies. He becomes Tori’s mentor, training him not only to fight, but to survive in a world that sees him as a weapon, not a person. Together, they are pulled into a hidden war involving experiments, corrupted organizations, and creatures that blur the line between machine and monster. Tori must discover: Who turned him into CyberWolf… Why he was chosen… And whether he is still human — or something far more dangerous. CyberWolf is a dark sci-fi action manga about identity, revenge, power, and what it truly means to keep your humanity in a world that wants to turn you into a weapon.
CyberWolf — Series Story Description In a world where advanced technology and hidden powers collide, a young man named Tori Mack wakes up in a laboratory with no memories… and a body that is no longer fully human. Half of him has been transformed into a powerful cybernetic weapon. His right side is no longer flesh, but steel, circuits, and claws. Stronger. Faster. Deadlier. Rescued and watched over by a mysterious older man named Ein Tucker, Tori learns that he survived a disaster no human should have lived through. But the truth is far darker than he realizes. As Tori struggles to understand what he has become, strange dreams of wolves begin to haunt him. At the same time, dangerous forces move in the shadows—people who know exactly what he is… and want him back. Ein, once a legendary assassin with powerful spell-casting abilities, now walks a different path after learning his entire life was built on manipulation and lies. He becomes Tori’s mentor, training him not only to fight, but to survive in a world that sees him as a weapon, not a person. Together, they are pulled into a hidden war involving experiments, corrupted organizations, and creatures that blur the line between machine and monster. Tori must discover: Who turned him into CyberWolf… Why he was chosen… And whether he is still human — or something far more dangerous. CyberWolf is a dark sci-fi action manga about identity, revenge, power, and what it truly means to keep your humanity in a world that wants to turn you into a weapon.