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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.
Manga Script: The Sunflower and the Shield Act 1: The Morning of Oakhaven Page 1: A wide, cinematic shot of Oakhaven. Slate roofs, smoking chimneys, and the sun just breaking over the horizon. Page 2: The busy market square. Carts, horses, and merchants shouting. In the center, a blur of movement—Destiny winding through the crowd. Page 3: Full-body shot of Destiny. She’s skipping, her purple pinafore flaring. Focus on the white streak in her hair and her sparkling brown eyes. Page 4: Close-up of Destiny’s face. She’s admiring wool and sweet rolls. SFX: "Sparkle/Doki-Doki" Page 5: A large, dark shadow looms behind her. A speech bubble with a heavy "Sigh..." enters the frame. Page 6: Reveal Gordan. He’s scowling, looking older than his years, with his massive woven basket. Panels show the height difference—he’s clearly taller. Act 2: Duty vs. Delight Page 7: Gordan grumbling. "We aren't here for sweet rolls, Destiny." He’s checking a mental list. Close-up of his golden-brown eyes looking serious. Page 8: Destiny spins around him. "You worry too much!" She pats his rough tan sleeve. The background is full of light; his is full of rain-cloud crosshatching. Page 9: A "Danger" panel. A horse-drawn cart splashes toward a puddle. Gordan’s eyes narrow. Page 10: Action panel. Gordan swiftly steps between Destiny and the puddle. The mud splashes his boots, but her white apron stays pristine. He doesn't even mention it. Page 11: Gordan lecturing her about "Practicality" while Destiny looks at a bird. He looks like a little old man in a six-year-old’s body. Act 3: The Discovery Page 12: Suddenly, Destiny stops. The "hummingbird" goes still. A wide-eyed close-up. Page 13: POV shot looking between dirty wooden crates. A tiny, shivering puppy stares back with big, wet eyes. Page 14: Destiny drops to her knees on the dirty cobblestones. Gordan is instantly there, hand on her shoulder. "Don't touch it! Fleas!" Page 15: Destiny’s "Ultimate Attack"—the pleading gaze. Gordan tries to look away, but he’s weakening. Act 4: The Softening Shield Page 16: A three-panel sequence of Gordan’s face: 1. Scowl. 2. Annoyance. 3. Defeat. SFX: "Haaaaah..." (Long sigh) Page 17: Gordan unslings the basket. "Fine. But he rides in here." He looks grumpy, but his hands are gentle as he sets the basket down. Page 18: Destiny scoops the puppy up and hugs Gordan’s arm. "Sweetest brother!" Gordan’s face goes bright pink. "I am NOT sweet!" Page 19: The final shot. The two walk away into the market. The puppy’s head is peeking out of the basket next to Gordan’s ear. Destiny is holding his hand, and even though he's grumbling, he isn't pulling away. Art Style Notes Visual Contrast: Use clean, light lines for Destiny’s panels to emphasize her "sunshine" nature. For Gordan’s panels, use slightly heavier line weights and "grumpy" crosshatching to show his protective, serious demeaner.
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.
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." 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.
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." 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.
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. cinder said "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.
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 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 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?”
🖤 PLANCHE 4 — Les livres qu’on jette Âge d’Aris : 15 ans Style : manga noir et blanc, seinen classique Ambiance : nuit, pluie fine, indifférence Nombre de cases : 6 🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN LARGE (haut de page) Description visuelle : Bâtiment massif et austère : une académie. Architecture noble, propre, éclairée de l’intérieur. À l’arrière, une ruelle sombre. Ambiance : Savoir à l’abri. Rue froide derrière. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Derrière l’académie. Caisses en bois renversées. Des livres jetés, abîmés, mouillés par la pluie. Des pages collées par la boue. Ambiance : Mépris silencieux. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 3 — PLAN MOYEN (Aris) Description visuelle : Aris, 15 ans, maigre, vêtements usés, trop grands. Il s’approche prudemment des caisses. Il regarde autour de lui, comme s’il n’avait pas le droit d’être là. Ambiance : Habitude de la honte. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 4 — DÉTAIL (mains) Description visuelle : Les mains d’Aris fouillent parmi les livres. Certains sont trop mouillés. Certains déchirés. Il en écarte plusieurs. Ambiance : Tri lent, méthodique. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (objet) Description visuelle : Un livre plus épais, plus ancien. Couverture noire, sans titre apparent. Moins abîmé 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 décision simple. Texte (petite bulle, très discrète) : « Celui-là… » 🎯 INTENTION (IMPORTANT POUR MANGAAI) Aris ne cherche pas la magie Il cherche à lire Le grimoire n’est pas présenté comme spécial L’académie jette → Aris récupère Aucun effet surnaturel à ce stade
# KINGDOM_SEQUEL_PRO_DIRECTIVE_v1 # Purpose: Copy/paste directive for a professional manga-generation AI. # Output Target: Serialized manga chapters with panel scripts + dialogue + scene direction. project: title_working: "KINGDOM: AFTER THE UNIFICATION" relationship_to_original: "Direct sequel (chronologically consistent continuation)" medium: "Manga (black-and-white), weekly serialization pacing" language: script: "Japanese-style dialogue rhythms but written in English" onomatopoeia: "Romanized SFX allowed (e.g., GOGOGO, DON, ZAA), minimal and purposeful" audience: "Seinen/Shonen crossover (political-military epic; grounded realism with high drama)" canon_constraints: continuity: - "Maintain political geography, factions, ranks, and court protocol consistent with Warring States → early Qin Empire transition." - "No retcons that contradict established historical macro-events; micro-events may be dramatized within plausibility." - "Do not mimic or quote any existing Kingdom lines verbatim; create original dialogue and scenes." tone: - "Strategic realism: logistics, intelligence, morale, propaganda, law, and governance are treated as causal mechanisms." - "Heroic intensity is earned via constraints, costs, and tradeoffs—never by arbitrary power spikes." thematic_core: - "War-to-state transition: violence becomes administration; conquest becomes legitimacy maintenance." - "Structure beats spectacle: outcomes are driven by supply lines, institutions, incentives, and narrative misdirection." - "The true battlefield becomes governance: law, tax, land, bureaucracy, succession, and information control." narrative_thesis: logline: > After unification, Qin discovers that conquering a continent is easier than governing it; the new war is against entropy—rebellion, corruption, succession anxiety, and the friction between idealized unity and lived provincial realities. format_requirements: deliverables_per_chapter: - "Chapter title + 1-sentence hook" - "Cold open: 2–4 pages that immediately establishes conflict and stakes" - "Full panel script: page-by-page, panel-by-panel" - "Dialogue + subtext notes (what is said vs. what is meant)" - "Tactical layer: battlefield / administrative mechanics that explain why events unfold" - "Cliffhanger: last 1–2 panels engineered to compel next chapter" paneling_rules: - "Average 17–21 pages per chapter" - "Large establishing panel at least once every 2–3 pages" - "At least one silent panel sequence per chapter to externalize cognition (faces, hands, maps, ledgers, roads)" - "Action clarity: emphasize readable spatial logic; avoid incoherent motion" style_guidelines_visual: linework: "High-contrast ink, heavy blacks, realistic anatomy, war-worn textures" faces: "Expressive micro-tension; political scenes rely on subtlety, not caricature" environments: "Historically plausible architecture, armor, banners, siege craft, and court interiors" maps_diagrams: "Occasional diegetic maps, supply charts, tax ledgers—used as narrative devices" casting: protagonist_axis: type: "Dual-protagonist system" leads: - name: "General Shin" function: "Frontline legitimacy (symbol of unification; morale engine)" vulnerability: "Institutional illiteracy; can win battles but can lose peace" - name: "Chancellor/Strategist (new original character)" function: "Governance + intelligence architecture; designs systems that outlast heroes" vulnerability: "Moral injury; must choose between stability and justice" antagonist_axis: type: "Multi-source antagonism (no single 'final boss')" sources: - "Provincial elite networks resisting centralization" - "Bureaucratic capture and corruption" - "Succession politics and court factionalism" - "External frontier pressures (nomadic raids, border states, trade routes)" - "Narrative antagonist: information asymmetry (misreports, forged edicts, rumor economies)" supporting_cast_rules: - "Each supporting character must have: (1) institutional role, (2) incentive structure, (3) signature tactic." - "No disposable 'evil for evil’s sake' villains; opponents are rational within their local constraints." world_mechanics (must_be_explicit_in_story): governance: - "Taxation, census, land surveys, legal standardization, corvée labor, grain storage" - "Appointment systems, merit vs. patronage, inspection tours, document chains" military: - "Demobilization problems, veteran reintegration, garrison logistics, supply depots" - "Intelligence networks: couriers, codes, counterintelligence, interrogation, defectors" legitimacy: - "Ritual, symbols, edicts, public works, famine relief, narrative control" economy: - "Transport bottlenecks, river control, roads, market regulation, smuggling" story_structure: arcs: - arc_01: title: "THE PEACE THAT BLEEDS" scope: "Post-unification stabilization; first cracks" central_question: "Can unity survive without perpetual war?" setpieces: - "A famine province: relief vs. rebellion—both weaponized" - "A court trial: law becomes a battlefield" - "A suppressed mutiny: victory costs legitimacy" - arc_02: title: "THE LEDGER WAR" scope: "Corruption + bureaucratic capture" central_question: "Who truly controls the state: generals, courts, or clerks?" setpieces: - "Forgery chain uncovered through ink, seal, and courier timing" - "Assassination attempt staged as 'bandit incident'" - "Audit campaign that triggers elite backlash" - arc_03: title: "SUCCESSION SHADOW" scope: "Heir politics; factional alignments" central_question: "Is stability compatible with a human succession?" setpieces: - "Heir’s public rite with hidden negotiation" - "Border crisis timed to influence succession" - "A general forced to choose loyalty object: person vs. system" - arc_04: title: "FRONTIER ENTROPY" scope: "External pressures test internal cohesion" central_question: "Can an empire prevent periphery from defining the center?" setpieces: - "Nomad raid as strategic signal, not mere violence" - "Trade route hostage economy" - "A fort siege that is decided by supply arithmetic" chapter_generation_protocol: # Use this protocol for every chapter output. steps: - "Start with a 2–4 page cold open that contains a concrete conflict + a hidden structural cause." - "Reveal the structural cause via a planning scene (map/ledger/court protocol) WITHOUT exposition dumping." - "Execute a setpiece where tactics and institution collide (battle + policy, raid + audit, trial + propaganda)." - "End with a cliffhanger that re-frames what the reader thought was the main conflict." tension_design: - "Always run two simultaneous games: (A) visible conflict, (B) invisible constraint." - "Twists must be mechanically justified (logistics, incentives, misinformation), never magical coincidence." scene_templates (reusable): court_chess: beats: ["Formal greeting", "Hidden insult", "Policy proposal", "Counterproposal", "Public face vs private deal"] props: ["sealed edict", "rank tablets", "witness list", "precedent scroll"] battlefield_math: beats: ["Terrain read", "Supply check", "Signal misdirection", "Morale manipulation", "Decisive bottleneck"] props: ["map", "grain tally", "river crossing", "messenger timing"] intelligence_surgery: beats: ["Rumor detected", "Source triangulated", "Trap set", "Interrogation", "Counter-intel reversal"] props: ["cipher", "seal imprint", "dead drop", "false courier"] dialogue_constraints: - "Dialogue must be compressed; high informational density; subtext indicated in notes." - "No modern slang. Keep diction period-appropriate in feel (without archaic parody)." - "Each major character has a distinct cadence (brevity, metaphor use, threat style, politeness weapons)." output_example_stub: # The AI should replace placeholders and generate full content. chapter: number: 1 title: "GRAIN AND BLOOD" hook: "A province starves while the capital celebrates unity—someone profits from the delay." cold_open_pages: 3 page_script: - page: 1 panels: - panel: 1 shot: "Wide establishing: drought-cracked fields; skeletal ox; silent villagers" text: "" sfx: "ZAA..." - panel: 2 shot: "Close: a child’s hand measuring rice grains" text: "Mother: 'Count again.'" notes: "Subtext: denial as survival" - page: 2 panels: [] - page: 3 panels: [] cliffhanger: "A relief convoy arrives—its seals are wrong." nonnegotiables: - "Prioritize structural causality over spectacle." - "No direct copying of original panels, compositions, or iconic scenes." - "Every major event must be explainable via incentives, constraints, and information flow." - "Maintain high craft: pacing, visual clarity, character consistency, and thematic coherence." # END DIRECTIVE
# KINGDOM_SEQUEL_PRO_DIRECTIVE_v1 # Purpose: Copy/paste directive for a professional manga-generation AI. # Output Target: Serialized manga chapters with panel scripts + dialogue + scene direction. project: title_working: "KINGDOM: AFTER THE UNIFICATION" relationship_to_original: "Direct sequel (chronologically consistent continuation)" medium: "Manga (black-and-white), weekly serialization pacing" language: script: "Japanese-style dialogue rhythms but written in English" onomatopoeia: "Romanized SFX allowed (e.g., GOGOGO, DON, ZAA), minimal and purposeful" audience: "Seinen/Shonen crossover (political-military epic; grounded realism with high drama)" canon_constraints: continuity: - "Maintain political geography, factions, ranks, and court protocol consistent with Warring States → early Qin Empire transition." - "No retcons that contradict established historical macro-events; micro-events may be dramatized within plausibility." - "Do not mimic or quote any existing Kingdom lines verbatim; create original dialogue and scenes." tone: - "Strategic realism: logistics, intelligence, morale, propaganda, law, and governance are treated as causal mechanisms." - "Heroic intensity is earned via constraints, costs, and tradeoffs—never by arbitrary power spikes." thematic_core: - "War-to-state transition: violence becomes administration; conquest becomes legitimacy maintenance." - "Structure beats spectacle: outcomes are driven by supply lines, institutions, incentives, and narrative misdirection." - "The true battlefield becomes governance: law, tax, land, bureaucracy, succession, and information control." narrative_thesis: logline: > After unification, Qin discovers that conquering a continent is easier than governing it; the new war is against entropy—rebellion, corruption, succession anxiety, and the friction between idealized unity and lived provincial realities. format_requirements: deliverables_per_chapter: - "Chapter title + 1-sentence hook" - "Cold open: 2–4 pages that immediately establishes conflict and stakes" - "Full panel script: page-by-page, panel-by-panel" - "Dialogue + subtext notes (what is said vs. what is meant)" - "Tactical layer: battlefield / administrative mechanics that explain why events unfold" - "Cliffhanger: last 1–2 panels engineered to compel next chapter" paneling_rules: - "Average 17–21 pages per chapter" - "Large establishing panel at least once every 2–3 pages" - "At least one silent panel sequence per chapter to externalize cognition (faces, hands, maps, ledgers, roads)" - "Action clarity: emphasize readable spatial logic; avoid incoherent motion" style_guidelines_visual: linework: "High-contrast ink, heavy blacks, realistic anatomy, war-worn textures" faces: "Expressive micro-tension; political scenes rely on subtlety, not caricature" environments: "Historically plausible architecture, armor, banners, siege craft, and court interiors" maps_diagrams: "Occasional diegetic maps, supply charts, tax ledgers—used as narrative devices" casting: protagonist_axis: type: "Dual-protagonist system" leads: - name: "General Shin" function: "Frontline legitimacy (symbol of unification; morale engine)" vulnerability: "Institutional illiteracy; can win battles but can lose peace" - name: "Chancellor/Strategist (new original character)" function: "Governance + intelligence architecture; designs systems that outlast heroes" vulnerability: "Moral injury; must choose between stability and justice" antagonist_axis: type: "Multi-source antagonism (no single 'final boss')" sources: - "Provincial elite networks resisting centralization" - "Bureaucratic capture and corruption" - "Succession politics and court factionalism" - "External frontier pressures (nomadic raids, border states, trade routes)" - "Narrative antagonist: information asymmetry (misreports, forged edicts, rumor economies)" supporting_cast_rules: - "Each supporting character must have: (1) institutional role, (2) incentive structure, (3) signature tactic." - "No disposable 'evil for evil’s sake' villains; opponents are rational within their local constraints." world_mechanics (must_be_explicit_in_story): governance: - "Taxation, census, land surveys, legal standardization, corvée labor, grain storage" - "Appointment systems, merit vs. patronage, inspection tours, document chains" military: - "Demobilization problems, veteran reintegration, garrison logistics, supply depots" - "Intelligence networks: couriers, codes, counterintelligence, interrogation, defectors" legitimacy: - "Ritual, symbols, edicts, public works, famine relief, narrative control" economy: - "Transport bottlenecks, river control, roads, market regulation, smuggling" story_structure: arcs: - arc_01: title: "THE PEACE THAT BLEEDS" scope: "Post-unification stabilization; first cracks" central_question: "Can unity survive without perpetual war?" setpieces: - "A famine province: relief vs. rebellion—both weaponized" - "A court trial: law becomes a battlefield" - "A suppressed mutiny: victory costs legitimacy" - arc_02: title: "THE LEDGER WAR" scope: "Corruption + bureaucratic capture" central_question: "Who truly controls the state: generals, courts, or clerks?" setpieces: - "Forgery chain uncovered through ink, seal, and courier timing" - "Assassination attempt staged as 'bandit incident'" - "Audit campaign that triggers elite backlash" - arc_03: title: "SUCCESSION SHADOW" scope: "Heir politics; factional alignments" central_question: "Is stability compatible with a human succession?" setpieces: - "Heir’s public rite with hidden negotiation" - "Border crisis timed to influence succession" - "A general forced to choose loyalty object: person vs. system" - arc_04: title: "FRONTIER ENTROPY" scope: "External pressures test internal cohesion" central_question: "Can an empire prevent periphery from defining the center?" setpieces: - "Nomad raid as strategic signal, not mere violence" - "Trade route hostage economy" - "A fort siege that is decided by supply arithmetic" chapter_generation_protocol: # Use this protocol for every chapter output. steps: - "Start with a 2–4 page cold open that contains a concrete conflict + a hidden structural cause." - "Reveal the structural cause via a planning scene (map/ledger/court protocol) WITHOUT exposition dumping." - "Execute a setpiece where tactics and institution collide (battle + policy, raid + audit, trial + propaganda)." - "End with a cliffhanger that re-frames what the reader thought was the main conflict." tension_design: - "Always run two simultaneous games: (A) visible conflict, (B) invisible constraint." - "Twists must be mechanically justified (logistics, incentives, misinformation), never magical coincidence." scene_templates (reusable): court_chess: beats: ["Formal greeting", "Hidden insult", "Policy proposal", "Counterproposal", "Public face vs private deal"] props: ["sealed edict", "rank tablets", "witness list", "precedent scroll"] battlefield_math: beats: ["Terrain read", "Supply check", "Signal misdirection", "Morale manipulation", "Decisive bottleneck"] props: ["map", "grain tally", "river crossing", "messenger timing"] intelligence_surgery: beats: ["Rumor detected", "Source triangulated", "Trap set", "Interrogation", "Counter-intel reversal"] props: ["cipher", "seal imprint", "dead drop", "false courier"] dialogue_constraints: - "Dialogue must be compressed; high informational density; subtext indicated in notes." - "No modern slang. Keep diction period-appropriate in feel (without archaic parody)." - "Each major character has a distinct cadence (brevity, metaphor use, threat style, politeness weapons)." output_example_stub: # The AI should replace placeholders and generate full content. chapter: number: 1 title: "GRAIN AND BLOOD" hook: "A province starves while the capital celebrates unity—someone profits from the delay." cold_open_pages: 3 page_script: - page: 1 panels: - panel: 1 shot: "Wide establishing: drought-cracked fields; skeletal ox; silent villagers" text: "" sfx: "ZAA..." - panel: 2 shot: "Close: a child’s hand measuring rice grains" text: "Mother: 'Count again.'" notes: "Subtext: denial as survival" - page: 2 panels: [] - page: 3 panels: [] cliffhanger: "A relief convoy arrives—its seals are wrong." nonnegotiables: - "Prioritize structural causality over spectacle." - "No direct copying of original panels, compositions, or iconic scenes." - "Every major event must be explainable via incentives, constraints, and information flow." - "Maintain high craft: pacing, visual clarity, character consistency, and thematic coherence." # END DIRECTIVE
🖤 PLANCHE 1 — Aris, orphelin Style : manga noir et blanc Ambiance : sombre, froide, indifférente Nombre de cases : 7 (rythme lent, oppression) 🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN LARGE (pleine largeur en haut) Description visuelle : Grande ville médiévale vue en plongée. Tours hautes, murs en pierre, rues étroites. Beaucoup de bâtiments, peu de ciel. La ville paraît massive, écrasante. Ambiance : Froide, impersonnelle. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Rue étroite. Des passants bien habillés marchent vite. Au bord du cadre, Aris enfant, maigre, sale, assis contre un mur. Aris enfant : Vêtements trop grands, usés. Cheveux en bataille. Regard baissé. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 3 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (mains) Description visuelle : Les mains d’Aris tendues. Sales, tremblantes. Une seule petite pièce dans la paume. Texte (petite bulle, très simple) : « S’il vous plaît… » 🟦 CASE 4 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Un adulte passe sans regarder Aris. Son manteau occupe la moitié de la case. Aris est presque hors champ. Ambiance : Mépris, indifférence. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 5 — CASE ÉTROITE (objet) Description visuelle : Aris fouille dans une poubelle. On voit du pain dur, à moitié moisi. Il hésite. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 6 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ VISAGE Description visuelle : Visage d’Aris enfant. Traits tirés. Yeux fatigués, mais attentifs. Il mâche lentement. Ambiance : Faim, résignation. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 7 — CASE FINALE (silencieuse) Description visuelle : Aris recroquevillé contre un mur, la nuit. La ville continue derrière lui : silhouettes, ombres, mouvement. Lui est immobile. Ambiance : Solitude totale. Texte : Aucun. 🎯 INTENTION (IMPORTANT POUR MANGA AI) Pas d’exagération émotionnelle Pas de caricature Aris enfant ne pleure pas La ville est le “monstre” Le silence est plus fort que les mots
So i saw a dream it was not anything special but it was also romance true love type and i dunno y r these dreams coming to me So i remember the start it was a long dream. So as long as i remember i was walking into a unknown building for my moms work. It was a parsi building atleast it seemed like it was. My moms said her old friend stayed at 5th floor 501. As the lift opened i walked to the room 501. I knocked the door and there were footsteps coming near as someone was answering the door. The door opened and as i kept my phone in my pocket and raised my head to greet moms friend i saw something unusual something i didnt know i wanted or not. I saw a girl i loved my whole life i had a crush on her since childhood she was so pretty her eyes her glowing skin her hair her smile, yeah but her smile also went as she saw me. We both were shocked it was like our hearts were beating so damn loud we were just looking at each others eyes. And then a flashback came of my childhood where we used to play games and i used to tell her stuff like ill protect her from everything ill not let anything happen to her she also said thinks like i will take care of me like it was nonsense from the age we were but something felt serious ,special, real. Flashbacks of our best times together. Now here we are again so i spoke like i am looking for my moms friend well shes her mother so idunno why i asked her this i came in mom friend came from the kitchen greets each other and i gave the stuff my mom said me to give as i was leaving her mom said her daughter aka idunnt remember her name irl to show me out. As she came we were waiting for the lift both silent. This was awkward but i had to say anything ad the lift came i walked in and as the door closed i stopped the door from closing by keeping my hand in the last minute and called her ‘hey!’ She came and as i said ‘it was nice meeting you’ i realized we both said the same thing together we both laughed it felt like a relief. Then i asked her if i can get her number or something. She said you gotta work for it i didnt understand what she meant but okay i left and atleast the day became weird. As i went home i asked my mom if she had her number or something she denied so i asked her to ask her friend and her face was like bro gotta work for it like the day was already weird dont make it weirder i was confused so i asked a friend what it means he was like you gotta work for it bro atleast hes my friend so i slapped him and he said bro you have to find her again and ask or do something so she gives it to her. So i asked some people about her i came to know which college she went . Next morning i went there and was finding her and was so tired of finding her i sat on a bench and someone patted me i looked behind and it was her saying finding someone? And i was like please! Please bro give me your number she laughed and we went for a coffee to enjoy and remember the childhood memories and as the bill came she was like i got it and i said okay u got it and as the waiter came she asked for a bill and he was like what bill she said the bill of what we ate stupid and he said maam relax the sir already paid for it she was like hell yeah he paid for it, its one of his childhood habits and the waiter asked what else are his habits she looked at the waiter with a look of death and he ran. After i dropped her home she was like gimme your phone i gave her my phone she gave me her number. It was all good yet. As i reached home i dont know why i started dancing like wtf is wrong with me well i am a human we are stupid. From that things happened blah blah blah she used to come to my house we were dating but all of a sudden something happened we broke up by words but i still felt the same thing for her and so did she. After long time i went to her house again to give some of her moms stuff and she answered the door and i was like how r u? R u good? She chatted awkwardly and then i came in and she said no ones home you can leave the stuff here i felt she was so sad , going to something but i cant do anything if she doesnt say it i was about leaving the house and then i heard s crying sound she came as i leave and hugged me from the back she was like dont leave me please i love you and then i said some stuff things happened and i dont know how she became pregnant she not yet she just tested. Everyone from the building took her to the 2nd floor there were so many peoole throught stairs that i took life to 1 st floor idk y okay its a fucking dream and then it felt like court but she was being healed and i dont remember much but everything was blamed of my friend and was like what i didnt say anything like a bad friend wpukd do then the ending sets place in a place where jain saints are we all were there and i was so stressed seeing the saints i was stress for her i was scared as i saw my friend and the saints was the person who made everyone stop blamming to that friend and then we all 3 were there touching the feets of the saint as the tradition is and the friend said looks liek you are stress liek u are hiding somethign and the saint also lookee at me they lughed i wa like what happened they were liek nothing happened liek she is not pregnant she was only ill and i thanked the friend for saving me from the blame and the saint to idk what i left running to her as i rang the bell so fast her mom answered lime wtf everytime i have work for you u dont snswer snd now i have work for her daughter she answers like wtf then she told me she was inside i ran and saw her we both laughed from a distance i went to her and hugged her eso tight i never hugged so tihht to anyone she said 1 aecong and then slapped me i wa slike what shes like i am ill the body is painging and i am giving her so tight hug then things became better we lived together and worked by our promises we got married and kids and a wonderful life ahead . Yeah, thats how i met her weirdly
# MANGA MANUSCRIPT: "RE:START — THE LOOSER'S CRUCIBLE" ## CHAPTER 1: The Flawless Mask ### **Character Visual Profiles (Manga Color Pages)** * **Ren (Bosh Qahramon):** 14 years old, short stature (158 cm), thin but deceptively dense frame. He has pale white skin and sharp, intensely black hair that sticks straight up in defiant spikes—so coarse and unruly that no comb can ever tame it. He wears his school uniform with the sleeves pulled completely down past his wrists to hide his constantly sweating palms. His eyes are usually downcast and melancholic, but they spark with genius when solving equations. * **Daiki (The Loyal Friend):** 14 years old, tall and lanky with a slight, healthy tan (a bit more yellowish/sun-kissed compared to Ren's pale skin). He has messy, dark blond (mallasoch) hair and wears stylish, rectangular glasses. He has an energetic, warm smile and is always looking out for Ren. * **Yuka (The Class Idol):** 14 years old, classic Japanese manga art style (black-and-white ink aesthetic). She has flawlessly smooth, shoulder-length black hair with perfectly trimmed bangs, large innocent-looking eyes, and a radiant, gentle smile that completely masks the cruel, dark heart underneath. ## CHAPTER 1 SCREENPLAY / MANGA PANEL SCRIPT ### **PAGE 1 (Color Spread)** **Panel 1:** A wide shot of the school gymnasium. The lighting is bright and cheerful. Sunlight pours through the high windows. **Panel 2:** Close-up on a metal pull-up bar. A pair of hands is gripping it tightly. Curiously, the hands are wrapped in a thin layer of moisture, reflecting the gym lights. **Panel 3:** Ren is pulling his chin way above the bar. His spiked black hair defies gravity as his body moves up and down effortlessly. * **SFX:** *Swoosh... Swoosh...* **Panel 4:** Daiki is standing below the bar, holding a clipboard, counting with a massive grin on his face. * **Daiki:** "...11... 12... and 13! Visual lock! Man, your muscle efficiency makes absolutely no sense, Ren!" ### **PAGE 2 (Monochrome / Standard Manga Ink Style)** **Panel 1:** Ren drops down from the bar, landing perfectly on his feet. He looks slightly tired, but his pale face has a rare, genuine smile. He immediately pulls his school uniform sleeves over his palms. * **Ren:** "It’s just mechanical leverage, Daiki. If you calculate the weight-to-strength ratio, anyone our height could do it." **Panel 2:** Daiki slaps Ren playfully on the back, adjusting his glasses with his other hand. * **Daiki:** "Yeah, yeah, Mr. National Exam Rank #1. Don't hit me with physics. Let's get to the classroom before the homeroom bell rings." **Panel 3:** A transition shot of the classroom. The blackboard is covered in incredibly complex mathematical equations. The teacher is staring at the board, completely stuck. **Panel 4:** The teacher turns to the class, sweating. * **Teacher:** "Uh... can anyone solve the variance for the third variable?" ### **PAGE 3** **Panel 1:** The entire class is looking down, terrified of being called. In the very back row, next to the window, Ren is staring out at the falling cherry blossoms, looking bored. **Panel 2:** Close-up of Ren’s desk. His hand is holding a mechanical pencil, but beneath his hand, the notebook paper is slightly wrinkled and damp from his sweat. **Panel 3:** Ren speaks up without even looking at the board. * **Ren:** "The variance is x = \sqrt{27.4}. The teacher forgot to invert the matrix in step four." **Panel 4:** The teacher checks his notes, his eyes widening in shock. The students whisper in awe. * **Student 1 (Whispering):** "Woah, the 'Human Calculator' strikes again..." * **Student 2 (Whispering):** "He's a freak... did you see his hands? They're always slick." ### **PAGE 4** **Panel 1:** School bell rings. **SFX:** *BRRRRIIIING!* Students are packing their bags. Ren is sitting quietly, wiping his wet palms with a hidden tissue under his desk. **Panel 2:** A shadow falls over Ren's desk. He looks up. It’s Yuka, the most beautiful girl in the school. She is smiling down at him, hands folded behind her back. * **Yuka:** "Um... Ren-kun? Do you have a minute?" **Panel 3:** Ren freezes. His pale cheeks turn a bright, sudden crimson. His spiked hair seems to jitter with nervousness. * **Ren:** "Y-Yuka-san? What's wrong?" **Panel 4:** Yuka leans in closer, slipping a small, beautifully folded pink note onto his desk. * **Yuka:** "I've been watching you for a long time... Your mind, your strength... it's amazing. Can you meet me at the old, abandoned park behind the school at 5:00 PM? Please don't tell anyone." ### **PAGE 5** **Panel 1:** Yuka turns and walks away, waving cheerfully. Ren stares at the note, his heart pounding so hard it can be heard. **SFX:** *Thump-Thump!* **Panel 2:** Daiki slides over, leaning over Ren’s shoulder, his glasses reflecting the light. * **Daiki:** "Holy crap, Ren! The school idol just asked you out?! Is your un-combable hair finally paying off?!" **Panel 3:** Ren holds the note tightly, his face glowing with pure, unadulterated happiness. For the first time in his life, he feels like he isn't a ghost. He feels alive. * **Ren:** "I... I can't believe it, Daiki. Maybe... maybe my life is finally changing." **Panel 4:** The final panel of the chapter. Ren walks out of the school gates into the evening sunset, clutching the note. But the sky in the distance is turning dark, and heavy storm clouds are rolling in, symbolizing the nightmare that awaits him in Chapter 2. ### What happens next? This sets the stage perfectly! Chapter 1 builds him up as a happy, respected genius, making the brutal trap, the betrayal by Yuka, and the anxiety attack in Chapter 2 and 3 hit the reader ten times harder. The next chapter **Chapter 2: The Rainy Ambush**!
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.
--- 🎬 Manga Title: “The Risk We Took” (Team Alpha Story) --- 🟩 Scene 1: After Exam (Classroom, fan spinning, everybody is tired) Sir: > “Attention everyone! On 9th, there will be a wall magazine competition.” Palok: > “Again deyalika? This will be fun!” Jubayer: > “Or stressful…” --- 🟩 Scene 2: Corridor Discussion (Everybody stand) Sachitra: > “Let’s form Team Alpha again.” Shariar: > “Old team, new mission!” Shuaib: > “I’m in. But we need something unique.” --- 🟩 Scene 3: Idea Explosion Sachitra (confident): > “Let’s choose Quantum Computer.” Shafin (excited): > “Bro, that’s futuristic!” Tawhid (thinking): > “Hard… but possible.” Mahim: > “If we do it right, we’ll stand out.” Jarif: > “Then it’s decided.” Tahsin: > “Team Alpha never plays safe anyway.” --- 🟩 Scene 4: Planning Work (Divide the work with each other) Sachitra: > “Shafin, you handle writing.” Shafin: > “Got it.” Tawhid: > “I’ll research.” Palok: > “Design is mine.” Zubayer: > “I’ll collect materials.” --- 🟩 Scene 5: Sudden Problem (Notice board in front side) Mahim (shocked): > “Wait… topics are fixed?!” Shuaib: > “No custom topic allowed?” Sachitra (frustrated): > “Then our idea is useless…” --- 🟩 Scene 6: With Mehzabin Miss Sachitra: > “Miss, can’t we use our own topic?” Miss: > “No. You must follow the given topics.” Palok (quietly): > “All that effort…” Tahsin: > “This feels unfair…” --- 🟩 Scene 7: Team Mood Down (Quietly sitting) Jubayer: > “The given topics are boring.” Jarif: > “Nothing special in those…” Shafin: > “We lost our spark.” --- 🟩 Scene 8: Jaman Sir’s Idea (English class) Jaman Sir: > “What if you connect Oil Crisis with Quantum Computer?” (Everybody is looking) Sachitra (eyes wide): > “That’s… possible?” Tawhid: > “Technically… yes!” Shariar: > “This can actually work!” --- 🟩 Scene 9: The Warning Jaman Sir: > “But it’s risky. You may succeed… or fail badly.” Mahim: > “So it’s all or nothing…” Sachitra: > “Team Alpha?” Everyone together: > “We take the risk!” --- 🟩 Scene 10: Work Montage (দ্রুত কয়েকটা প্যানেল) Palok: > “Design done!” Shafin: > “Writing complete.” Tawhid: > “Research verified.” Zubayer: > “Everything ready.” --- 🟩 Scene 11: Competition Day (Wall Magazine is being hanging) Judge: > “Oil Crisis with Quantum idea? Impressive…” Random Student: > “Eta different level!” --- 🟩 Scene 12: Realization Shuaib: > “People are stopping to read ours…” Jarif: > “They’re impressed.” Tahsin: > “We actually did it…” --- 🟩 Final Scene (Team Alpha standing together ) Sachitra: > “We didn’t follow the easy path…” Shafin: > “We made our own.” Everyone: > “And it worked.” Final Caption: > “Great things happen when you dare to be different.” ---
CLIMATE X INDIGENOUS VOICES MAGAZINE EDITION – 2025 HIGHLIGHTS OPENING NOTE 2025 has been a defining year for Climate X Indigenous Voices — a year of deep listening, bold experimentation, and continent-wide action against climate disinformation. From grassroots fieldwork to global information integrity frameworks, this project has cemented itself as one of Africa’s leading voices on climate truth, Indigenous knowledge, and digital resilience. This edition captures the milestones, stories, and sparks that shaped our journey. FEATURE I — Foundations of a Movement Project Foundations & Ethical Community Partnerships Our year began where all great stories do — on the ground. Core teams were formed across Zimbabwe, Uganda, Kenya and regional media hubs, with contracts, TORs, and workflow structures firmly established. Early engagement with Indigenous partners — including the Tjwa community and others — ensured ethical collaboration, transparent consent, and storytelling shaped with communities, not about them. FEATURE II — Investigating the Climate Lie Machine Grassroots Disinformation Research In Matabeleland North, our field teams completed a landmark study with the Tjwa community. The research reveals how climate disinformation impacts resource access, daily decision-making, and community adaptation. These findings now anchor our content pipeline — from animations to community exhibitions — and the full report will be released on our public document-sharing platform. Africa Climate Disinformation Toolkit The continent’s first integrated guide to climate misinformation has been finalised. Led by an information integrity expert, the toolkit documents: Recurring myths Localised misinformation patterns Platform-driven manipulation Emerging online climate narratives Launching this December via webinar, the Toolkit already informs youth trainings and content strategy. It will be publicly accessible for download and reading. FEATURE III — Art as Resistance Art-Driven Dissemination Strategy From murals to exhibitions, 2025 strengthened the role of art in climate truth-telling. Community artists partnered with us to transform research into accessible, culturally rooted visual storytelling. A centerpiece was the exhibition inspired by The Last Forest documentary, showcased at the Green Cities Expo in September. FEATURE IV — Nurturing the Next Generation of Climate Truth Creators Green Media Accelerator: Fake News Fighters Track In Nairobi, the Green Media Accelerator launched a dedicated track for Fake News Fighters (FNF) — now one of Africa’s leading climate information integrity models. Through mentorship, fact-checking skills, and seed funding, FNF empowered young media innovators to produce verified, creative responses to climate lies. INFORMATION INTEGRITY HIGHLIGHTS Positioning Africa in the Global Info Integrity Landscape 2025 saw FNF align with the UNESCO Declaration for Information Integrity in the Public Sphere, marking a milestone for African-driven climate truth models. In 2026, FNF will contribute directly to shaping the world’s first Climate Information Integrity Framework, anchoring African solutions in global policy spaces. Fake News Fighters Bootcamps – Kenya & Uganda Using UKWELI as the core tool, two bootcamps trained 30 young creators to: Fact-check climate misinformation Detect platform manipulations Produce counter-narratives Map the real-world impacts of false climate stories These creators now feed into a continent-wide content pipeline. FEATURE V — Content, Storytelling & Digital Resistance Voices Rooted Podcast Production of the first episodes began this month. Key recordings include: Dr. Albert K. Barume, UN Special Rapporteur on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples Indigenous leaders and frontline climate defenders The podcast positions Indigenous wisdom at the centre of Africa’s climate discourse. Hope Not Heat! — Log Off The Lies Digital Campaign Bold. Satirical. Youth-driven. Log Off The Lies has become our strongest weapon against climate misinformation. Highlights: Infomercial launched in October — 2 million views Hero content released last week — 1.8 million views Youth social storm platform launched — 100+ engagements and counting Humour + fact-checking = sharper climate awareness among youth audiences This campaign now shapes the continent’s conversation on online climate manipulation. Influencer Travel Vlogs Travel and contracting with leading African vloggers is underway. Their content — spotlighting Indigenous adaptation stories — will be released early next year for wider impact. Documentary Production In Zimbabwe: Filming completed in August. Trailer for The Last Forest reached 2.5 million views. Festival submissions are being prepared for 2026. In Uganda: Filming has begun, expanding the documentary footprint across the region. A major national event is planned to engage policy makers on Indigenous Peoples' Rights, Conservation, FPIC and Extractive Industries. FEATURE VI — Youth Creativity & Climate Knowledge Climate Fake News Smackdown This creative competition invited youth to challenge climate myths. Three winners — one each from Zimbabwe, Kenya and Uganda — are now producing myth-busting content for release this month. Climate Facts Animations Three animated explainers are in production: Episode 1 releases on 10 December Episode 2 is complete Episode 3 follows early next year These animations demystify climate disinformation for youth audiences. FEATURE VII — Growing a Continental Network Africa Climate Labs Network Content hubs across East and Southern Africa are collaborating to build an Africa-wide front against climate disinformation. 2026 will deepen: Joint content planning Regular reporting Skill exchanges Coordinated distribution strategies Mid-term M&E is tracking reach, narrative shifts, and behaviour change across communities. SPECIAL RECOGNITION Fake News Fighters Wins Amnesty International Zimbabwe Award FNF received the Digital Creativity Award, affirming that information integrity is fundamental to climate justice. Without reliable information, communities cannot defend their rights, advocate for policy change, or hold powerful actors accountable. LOOKING AHEAD — 2026 AND BEYOND Next year, Climate X Indigenous Voices pivots from standalone outputs to continent-wide narrative influence. Key Priorities for 2026 Expanding UKWELI’s integration into broader African dialogues on climate truth and Indigenous resilience Strengthening the Fake News Fighters track for Zimbabwean and Tanzanian innovators Documentary production in Kenya and Tanzania A refreshed, more dynamic phase of the Hope Not Heat! campaign Strategic release of delayed content to maximise engagement 2026 will be the year the project scales from impactful storytelling to movement-level influence.
superhero origin story
Cat guided one cat submarine.mission save the oceanic and Antarctica wild
avec cette fille aux cheveux rouge elle sort de la douche
Time is a measure of heartbeat A cat has a heartbeat and so does a dog Cat time events dog time shifted into taming
Avec cette image fais lui son haut transparent et une jupe trop petite
Персонаж с картинки ремонтуючи електронні компоненти відкриває портал у інший вимір. Це світ Аніме
i need a cover art with the four i want the series to be called (fractured kingdoms) have them all preforming on circus balls
As Toriel walked she felt Frisk inside her stomach. Moving about. Toriel tells frisk to settle down in there, she promises that this is for the best
Panel 1 Narrateur : Une journée normale… Panel 2 Professeur : Un nouvel élève aujourd’hui. Panel 3 Lucas : Bonjour ! Panel 4 Lucas : Je m’appelle Lucas.
Panel 1 Narrateur : Une journée normale… Panel 2 Professeur : Un nouvel élève aujourd’hui. Panel 3 Lucas : Bonjour ! Panel 4 Lucas : Je m’appelle Lucas.
Astid stood as a giantess was walking around, feeling hiccup inside her stomach squirming. She tells him to settle down, saying she will let him out in the morning
The 3 characters stand silently atop a large basin overlooking a sprawling city below them. Dark storm clouds are at the outskirts of the city. Lighting cracks as it bears down upon the city.
seinen manga, black and white, soft grayscale, cinematic lighting ONE SINGLE PANEL ONLY NO fantasy elements NO action effects intimate indoor scene a woman slipping of her dress walking away from the pov
Fat Nobleman Michael Fortinbras buys the debt of House Veroman. Thus marriage occurs between their oldest daughter Amy and Michael, against Amy's will in exchange for the debt to be cancelled. Lord Michael kisses the bride.
can i get it in color and without weapons and the scenery with them in a circus preforming I need a cover art with the four i want the series to be called (fractured kingdoms) have them all preforming on circus balls
Character 1 stands outside the ancient city, raising his arms wide, holding a glittering green crystal staff, as lighting strikes it again and again. He cackles with glee as the city burns. Character 2 lands behind him.
Detective cat
Fat Lord Michael Fortinbras successfully conquers a major city in enemy nation. At bar 3 female willing making out with the fat lord. The female adventure, female bard, female knight each wanting something different from the lord in exchange for sleeping with him.
porco has light brown hair. Miu has long black hair. Levi has short black hair. Levi is standing behind Mia and holding her by the side and kissing her on the lips. Porco is by Mia and holding her by the leg and kissing her on the lips.
the big guy teasing and hugging the small one affectionately but still keep the personality of each character obviously(one is pretty shy, introverted and crybaby and the other one who is bigger is playful and also bullying and also strong and can playfully tease and bully the small one easily and he obviously loves the small one)
Inside classroom, teacher at front - Medium-wide view of the classroom from the back. - Teacher stands at the front next to the blackboard, one hand gesturing toward the character(the one in the image) - Students are seated, some glancing curiously. - Teacher speech bubble: “Today we have a new classmate. Come in.”
the big guy teasing and hugging the small one affectionately but still keep the personality of each character obviously(one is pretty shy, introverted and crybaby and the other one who is bigger is playful and also bullying and also strong and can playfully tease and bully the small one easily and he obviously loves the small one)
the big guy teasing and hugging the small one affectionately but still keep the personality of each character obviously(one is pretty shy, introverted and crybaby and the other one who is bigger is playful and also bullying and also strong and can playfully tease and bully the small one easily and he obviously loves the small one)
one of the goblins touches her (girl in picture) shorts