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ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet hotel corridor very early in the morning. Soft golden wall lights illuminate the empty hallway while distant elevator sounds echo faintly. Sandrine stands alone outside the hotel room barefoot in an oversized white shirt beneath an open coat, suitcase resting beside her. She pauses before leaving, one hand lightly touching the doorframe as though savoring a private thought. Her expression is affectionate, calm, and faintly amused — fully aware that what she leaves behind is not only memory but physical longing. The atmosphere feels emotionally suspended, intimate, and psychologically overwhelming. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “You’ll feel that ache all week… and stay hard every time you think of me.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet rainy Sunday morning in a small coastal hotel room. Grey daylight filters softly through partially open curtains while the sound of distant waves fills the silence. Sandrine sits barefoot on the kitchen counter wearing only an oversized white shirt, slowly stirring milk into her coffee. One leg swings lazily while the other rests against the man standing between her knees. He has just returned from the shower, shirt still open, visibly distracted by her presence. She studies him calmly over the rim of her coffee cup with affectionate certainty and faint amusement. The intimacy feels lived-in, effortless, and deeply familiar after an entire weekend together. The woman says: “You are here to satisfy me several times a day.”
1 Panel (Splash Page). El campo de batalla destruido. Es la introducción, debe ser una imagen impactante.
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet rainy evening hotel room. Soft amber bedside light reflects warmly across tangled sheets and the muted glow of the city outside the window. Sandrine sits alone cross-legged near the center of the bed in an oversized white shirt, barefoot, dark hair falling loosely around her shoulders. One bare foot extends slowly toward the foreground, toes flexing absently against the sheets as though already imagining his reaction. Her expression is calm, affectionate, and quietly fascinated by how deeply conditioned his desire for her has become. A half-finished glass of wine rests forgotten beside her. The atmosphere feels intimate, psychologically consuming, and deeply private rather than explicit. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “I know how badly you need my bare feet on you now.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet rainy Sunday morning in a small coastal hotel room. Grey daylight filters softly through partially open curtains while the sound of distant waves fills the silence. Sandrine sits barefoot on the kitchen counter wearing only an oversized white shirt, slowly stirring milk into her coffee. One leg swings lazily while the other rests against the man standing between her knees. He has just returned from the shower, shirt still open, visibly distracted by her presence. She studies him calmly over the rim of her coffee cup with affectionate certainty and faint amusement. The intimacy feels lived-in, effortless, and deeply familiar after an entire weekend together. The woman says: “You are here to satisfy me several times a day.” Make sure the speech bible is from the woman’s mouth. And make sure the text is correct.
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet rainy Sunday morning in a small coastal hotel room. Grey daylight filters softly through partially open curtains while the sound of distant waves fills the silence. Sandrine sits barefoot on the kitchen counter wearing only an oversized white shirt, slowly stirring milk into her coffee. One leg swings lazily while the other rests against the man standing between her knees. He has just returned from the shower, shirt still open, visibly distracted by her presence. She studies him calmly over the rim of her coffee cup with affectionate certainty and faint amusement. The intimacy feels lived-in, effortless, and deeply familiar after an entire weekend together. The woman says: “I will need you to satisfy me several times a day.” Make sure the speech bible is from the woman’s mouth. And make sure the text is correct.
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet bookstore café during heavy rain. Warm reading lamps glow softly against dark wooden shelves while jazz plays faintly in the background. Sandrine sits alone curled sideways in a leather armchair barefoot beneath a long black coat, elegant white blouse slightly open at the collar. Her short dark bob frames her face sharply while she marks a passage in a French novel with one finger. A coffee cools untouched beside her as she looks toward the viewer with calm fascination and quiet authority. The atmosphere feels intellectual, intimate, psychologically consuming, and deeply private. NO explicit anatomy NO explicit sexuality NO graphic nudity ONE speech bubble only. She says: “I like how completely your mind fills with me when you’re denied.”
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 beachfront walk at dusk. Soft ocean mist drifts through fading blue-grey light while waves roll slowly across the sand beside her. Sandrine walks alone barefoot along the shoreline in an oversized white linen shirt, heels dangling loosely from one hand. Her short dark bob moves softly in the sea breeze while she studies the viewer with calm intelligence and quiet authority. She pauses mid-step as though carefully choosing words meant to reshape the way he thinks about desire itself. The atmosphere feels intimate, psychologically consuming, emotionally overwhelming, and deeply private. NO explicit anatomy NO explicit sexuality NO graphic nudity ONE speech bubble only. She says: “The more naturally you place my needs before your orgasm… the deeper your submission becomes.”
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.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet rainy evening hotel lounge. Soft jazz plays under warm amber light while the room has almost completely emptied for the night. Sandrine sits alone in a deep velvet chair barefoot, elegant black dress slightly loosened after a long evening together. A half-finished glass of wine rests beside her while one bare foot curls slowly beneath her on the chair. She studies the viewer with calm intelligence and quiet possessiveness, fully aware that anticipation itself has become part of his conditioning. The atmosphere feels intimate, decadent, psychologically overwhelming, and deeply private. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “The longer I make you wait for me, the more completely you become mine.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet late-night hotel room after she has already left. Only a single bedside lamp remains on beside tangled sheets and the lingering disarray of the weekend. The room is empty except for the faint impression of Sandrine’s presence still everywhere: her abandoned wine glass, one forgotten heel near the chair, the subtle indentation she left in the bed. The scene feels emotionally suspended between absence and continued possession. Her voice is implied more than heard — intimate, calm, and quietly authoritative, as though replayed from memory inside the viewer’s mind. The atmosphere feels psychologically consuming, intimate, and deeply private. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “You may come… as long as you still feel the ache I left for you.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet hotel bathroom after a shower. The mirror is still fogged with steam while soft amber light reflects off wet tiles. Sandrine stands alone barefoot at the sink in an oversized white shirt, slowly drying her damp hair with a towel. One bare leg rests lightly against the bathroom counter while droplets of water still glisten faintly along her neck and collarbone. She pauses for a moment to look toward the viewer through the mirror with calm affection and faint amusement, fully aware of the effect her words have on him. The atmosphere feels intimate, domestic, psychologically consuming, and deeply private. NO explicit anatomy NO explicit sexuality NO graphic nudity ONE speech bubble only. She says: “I’m going to leave my scent on your face again… because I know how much you love it.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet hotel restaurant late at night. Soft golden lighting, wine glasses half full, muted conversations around them. Sandrine sits elegantly at the table in a black dress, posture perfectly composed as she continues a calm conversation about work. One of her heels has slipped off beneath the tablecloth. Under the table, she subtly slides her panties down along one leg with her toes before letting them disappear beside her shoe. Her expression never changes as she lightly turns the stem of her wine glass between her fingers. Across from her, the man struggles visibly to maintain composure as he realizes what she has done. Sandrine glances at his reaction for only a brief instant before returning naturally to the conversation.
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet rainy Sunday morning in a small coastal hotel room. Grey daylight filters softly through partially open curtains while the sound of distant waves fills the silence. Sandrine sits barefoot on the kitchen counter wearing only an oversized white shirt, slowly stirring milk into her coffee. One leg swings lazily while the other rests against the man standing between her knees. He has just returned from the shower, shirt still open, visibly distracted by her presence. She studies him calmly over the rim of her coffee cup with affectionate certainty and faint amusement. The intimacy feels lived-in, effortless, and deeply familiar after an entire weekend together. She says: “I will need you to satisfy me several times a day.” Make sure the speech bible is from the woman’s mouth.
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet late-night train compartment returning home after the weekend. Rain streaks softly across the dark window while distant station lights drift past in blurred reflections. Sandrine sits alone curled comfortably into the corner of the seat barefoot in an oversized cashmere sweater, her short dark bob slightly tousled from travel. A half-finished glass of red wine rests beside her phone on the small table. She looks directly toward the viewer as though recording a slow intimate voice message, expression calm, intelligent, and quietly possessive. One bare foot disappears beneath the folds of the sweater while her fingers trace slowly along the rim of the wine glass. The atmosphere feels emotionally suspended between distance, conditioning, longing, and continued control. NO explicit anatomy NO explicit sexuality NO graphic nudity ONE speech bubble only. She says: “Show me you can be hard the moment I tell you to.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Elegant hotel bedroom just before evening dinner. Warm golden light from bedside lamps mixed with fading twilight beyond the curtains. Sandrine stands near a large mirror adjusting an earring, oversized white shirt replaced now by an elegant black dress partially zipped at the back. One bare foot still rests against the carpet while the other slips into a high heel beside the bed. A man stands close behind her in an open dress shirt, jacket still undone, looking at her with affectionate intensity and restrained hunger. The atmosphere carries the lingering intimacy of the afternoon beneath the composure required for going out together. Sandrine’s reflection in the mirror catches his gaze knowingly. The room feels emotionally charged, intimate, sophisticated, and suspended in the quiet moment before returning to the outside world. NO explicit sexuality NO nudity NO explicit anatomy ONE speech bubble only. He says: “Darling… may I fill you before we go?”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet late-night hotel room. Warm amber light from a single bedside lamp reflects softly across tangled sheets and the slow aftermath of intimacy. Sandrine sits alone at the edge of the bed barefoot in an oversized white shirt, dark hair slightly messy from the evening. One leg crosses slowly over the other while her bare foot brushes absently against the carpet. Her expression is calm, affectionate, and quietly authoritative — fully aware of the emotional and physical effect she has on him. A half-finished glass of wine rests nearby while rain traces slowly across the windows behind her. The atmosphere feels intimate, psychologically consuming, and deeply private rather than aggressive. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “Thank me when I hurt you… you know it only makes you want me more.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL A quiet beachfront restaurant late at night. Warm lantern light glows across a secluded table near the sand, half-finished plates and an empty dessert dish pushed aside after a long dinner while waves roll softly in the background. Sandrine lounges comfortably in her chair in an oversized white linen shirt, barefoot, dark hair slightly windswept from the ocean breeze. One bare foot stretches slowly beneath the table toward the foreground, toes flexing lazily against the edge of the chair while she studies the viewer with calm amusement and quiet possession. A glass of red wine rests loosely in one hand as though she is considering whether he has earned a particular reward tonight. The atmosphere feels intimate, teasing, psychologically consuming, and deeply private. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “Maybe tonight you deserve my feet.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet rainy evening office after everyone else has left. Only her desk lamp remains on, casting warm light across papers, dark computer screens, and glass walls. Sandrine walks slowly along a quiet beachwalk at dusk, barefoot with her heels dangling from one hand, her white blouse sleeves rolled upward as ocean mist drifts around her. She pauses beside the railing, gazing out at the dark water with calm fascination and faint private amusement while reflecting on the nature of submission. Her posture remains perfectly professional, yet her expression reveals complete awareness of the psychological effect she has cultivated over time. The atmosphere feels intelligent, intimate, and psychologically overwhelming through restraint alone. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “You surrender more beautifully each time I take control of you.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet Sunday evening hotel bedroom just before departure. An open suitcase rests near the door while the final light of dusk fades through the curtains. Sandrine sits alone at the edge of the bed barefoot in an oversized white shirt, one leg crossed slowly over the other. Her dark hair falls loosely around her shoulders, expression calm, affectionate, and quietly possessive. One of her heels lies abandoned beside the bed, the room still carrying the warm disarray of an entire weekend spent together. She studies the viewer carefully, fully aware of both his exhaustion and his desire to carry traces of her long after she leaves. The atmosphere feels intimate, psychologically charged, and emotionally consuming rather than explicit. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “I’ll decide how much of me you’ll still feel after I’m gone.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet late-night hotel lounge after midnight. Most of the lights have already been dimmed, leaving the room washed in warm amber shadows and soft jazz. Sandrine sits alone in a velvet armchair barefoot, elegant black dress loosened slightly after a long evening. One leg folds beneath her while the other stretches lazily toward the foreground, her bare foot resting against the edge of a low table. A half-finished glass of red wine turns slowly between her fingers. She looks toward the viewer with calm fascination, affectionate amusement, and quiet pride — fully aware of the psychological effect she has conditioned into him over time. The atmosphere feels intimate, psychologically consuming, intelligent, and deeply private. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “I love how the pain I inflict makes you hard for me now. You are trained well.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Dimly lit hotel dining room late at night. Most of the candles have burned low, leaving the room washed in warm amber light and deep shadows. Sandrine sits on the edge of the dinner table itself, barefoot, wearing only a thin white tank top that falls softly over her hips. Her legs are parted slightly and naturally as she leans back on her hands against the polished wood surface. One bare foot brushes lightly against the chair beside the table while the other hangs just above the floor. She looks directly toward the viewer with unwavering attention — calm, inviting, quietly certain of what she wants. Half-finished wine glasses, scattered plates, and an open bottle remain on the table around her, suggesting the evening has slowly transformed into something more intimate. The atmosphere feels intensely anticipatory, emotionally charged, and impossible to misunderstand without becoming explicit. NO explicit anatomy NO explicit sexual acts NO graphic nudity ONE speech bubble only. She says: “Come here.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet rainy evening in Sandrine’s apartment. Only a single lamp glows beside the sofa while the city lights blur softly through the windows behind her. Sandrine sits alone barefoot in an oversized sweater, curled comfortably into the corner of the couch with one knee drawn loosely toward her chest. A glass of red wine rests beside her phone on the table. She looks directly toward the viewer as though recording a slow intimate voice message, expression calm, affectionate, and quietly possessive. One bare foot disappears beneath the folds of the sweater while her fingers absently trace the rim of the wine glass. The atmosphere feels psychologically consuming, intimate, and deeply private — the continuation of the weekend through memory and sensation. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “Come for me while you meditate on the pain I allowed you.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet rainy Sunday morning in a small coastal hotel room. Grey daylight filters softly through partially open curtains while the sound of distant waves fills the silence. Sandrine sits barefoot on the kitchen counter wearing only an oversized white shirt, slowly stirring milk into her coffee. One leg swings lazily while the other rests against the man standing between her knees. He has just returned from the shower, shirt still open, visibly distracted by her presence. She studies him calmly over the rim of her coffee cup with affectionate certainty and faint amusement. The intimacy feels lived-in, effortless, and deeply familiar after an entire weekend together. The woman says: “I will need you to satisfy me several times a day.” Make sure the speech bible is from the woman’s mouth. And make sure the text is correct.
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet late-night hotel bedroom. Warm amber bedside light reflecting softly across white sheets while rain moves faintly against the windows. Sandrine reclines comfortably against the headboard in an oversized white shirt, one knee raised beneath the blanket. One bare foot rests lightly against the man’s chest near his collarbone while he lies beside her looking up at her with visible effort to remain composed. She watches his reaction carefully with calm confidence and a faint amused smile — completely aware of the effect she is having. The contact feels intimate, teasing, and deeply familiar between them now. The room is quiet except for the rain and their breathing. NO explicit sexuality NO nudity NO explicit anatomy NO fetish exaggeration ONE speech bubble only. She says: “I told you… I am good with my feet.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet hotel bedroom late at night. Most of the room is dark now, illuminated only by soft bedside light and faint city glow beyond the curtains. Sandrine stands in the doorway between the bathroom and bedroom, oversized white shirt loose around her body, dark hair slightly damp from brushing her teeth before bed. One bare foot rests lightly against the carpet while the other remains partly hidden behind the doorway. She looks toward the viewer with calm affection and quiet certainty, one hand still resting on the doorframe. On the bed in the foreground, rumpled sheets and the outline of someone already waiting beneath them imply emotional intimacy and anticipation. The atmosphere feels private, warm, emotionally charged, and deeply domestic. NO explicit sexuality NO nudity NO explicit anatomy ONE speech bubble only: “You may come before you sleep.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet evening hotel room before sleep. Only a small bedside lamp remains on, casting soft amber light across the bed and sheets. Sandrine sits sideways near the edge of the mattress in an oversized white shirt, one leg folded beneath her while the other rests loosely against the bed. A man lies back beside her partly out of frame, breathing visibly unevenly, trying to remain composed beneath her attention. Sandrine’s hand rests lightly and deliberately on the inside of his thigh beneath the sheets, fingers only subtly implied through the tension in the fabric. She watches his reaction with calm concentration and the faintest knowing smile. One bare foot brushes absentmindedly against his leg while she continues speaking softly to him. The atmosphere feels intimate, teasing, emotionally charged, and deeply controlled without overt explicitness. NO explicit sexuality NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexual acts ONE speech bubble only. She says: “I know exactly what this does to you.”
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
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet underground metro platform after midnight. The last train has not arrived yet. Cold fluorescent light reflects across wet concrete while distant tunnel wind moves her coat slightly. Sandrine stands alone near the yellow line barefoot inside elegant black heels she has slipped halfway off, oversized wool coat hanging open over a white blouse. Her short dark bob is slightly damp from the rain, expression calm, thoughtful, and quietly transformed by what she has learned about herself through him. She checks her phone, then looks up toward the viewer with a kind of intimate certainty she did not possess months ago. The atmosphere feels cinematic, emotionally suspended, psychologically consuming, and deeply private despite the public setting. ONE speech bubble only. She says: “I realized your obedience was never fragile… so I stopped handling it gently.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet underground parking garage beneath a hotel late at night. Soft fluorescent lights reflect across wet concrete after the rain. Sandrine leans alone against the passenger door of a black car, barefoot heels dangling loosely from one hand. Her dark hair is slightly messy from the evening, elegant coat hanging open over an oversized sweater. She looks directly toward the viewer with calm certainty and faint amused affection, fully aware of the effect the weekend continues to have on him physically. One knee bends slightly as she shifts her weight against the car door, as though replaying private memories in her own mind. The atmosphere feels intimate, psychologically consuming, and suspended outside normal reality despite the cold industrial setting. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “I know the pain will make you come harder for me.”
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.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet late-night hotel bedroom. Soft amber bedside lamp casting warm light across rumpled white sheets while the city glows faintly beyond the curtains. Sandrine reclines comfortably against the headboard, oversized white shirt loosely draped around her body, dark hair slightly tousled from intimacy. Her legs are parted naturally beneath the folds of the shirt and sheets, posed with complete calm confidence rather than explicitness. One bare foot rests softly against the mattress near the foreground. She looks directly toward the viewer with steady, attentive eyes — affectionate, curious, quietly aware of the effect she is having. A man sits lower on the bed partly out of frame, posture tense and emotionally absorbed, clearly unable to look away from her. The atmosphere feels intimate, psychologically intense, and deeply private. NO explicit anatomy NO explicit sexual acts NO nudity beyond tasteful implication ONE speech bubble only. She says: “Describe exactly why you love looking at me so much.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Rain taps softly against the hotel window while the city glows faintly beyond the curtains. Only a small bedside lamp remains on, casting warm amber light across the tangled sheets and muted room. Sandrine sits sideways near the edge of the mattress in an oversized white shirt, one leg folded beneath her while the other stretches lazily across the bed. A man lies beside her partly out of frame, staring at the ceiling with visible effort to steady his breathing under her quiet attention. Sandrine lightly traces slow circles against his wrist beneath the blanket, the movement subtle but unmistakably deliberate. She studies him with calm patience and a faint, amused smile. One bare foot nudges gently against his ankle while she continues speaking in a low, reassuring tone. The atmosphere feels intimate, teasing, emotionally charged, and quietly controlled without overt explicitness. NO explicit sexuality NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexual acts ONE speech bubble only. She says: “You’re trying very hard not to react.”
Crossfire and LunaVale stand side by side at the dungeon entrance. LunaVale: “I can heal. Want to team up?” Crossfire: “…Sure.” They enter the dungeon — glowing crystals, dark corridors. Crossfire fires a volley of arrows, motion lines showing speed LunaVale casts a healing spell, soft particles swirling around Crossfire. Caption: Their synergy is instant. Use the white hair guy and the white hair girl for these panels
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
ONE SINGLE PANEL Late afternoon corporate office. Soft grey daylight filters through large windows overlooking the city while quiet office sounds fade into the background. Sandrine sits alone behind her laptop at a modern desk, elegant white blouse slightly unbuttoned at the collar after a long workday. Her dark hair is loosely tied back, glasses resting low on her nose as she types calmly on her keyboard. One bare foot has slipped free from her heel beneath the desk, toes flexing absentmindedly against the carpet while she rereads the message on her screen with faint private amusement. Spreadsheets, meeting notes, and coffee cups surround her, but her attention has clearly drifted elsewhere for a moment. The contrast between professional composure and intimate intent makes the scene quietly overwhelming. The atmosphere feels intelligent, intimate, psychologically charged, and deeply private despite the office setting. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “I will take due care of them this weekend.”
A 18 year old Japanese woman named Mika, who gets turned into the Venus de Milo. She has a short black hair with a bang covering her left eye and with a heart necklace and has grey eyes. She's seminude and armless after the petrification. She's the copy of the Venus de Milo in a museum.
Panel 1 (large) A swirl of soft light as LunaVale appears — silver hair flowing, crescent staff glowing. Riku (off-panel): “…Who’s that?” Panel 2 (small) Close-up of LunaVale’s gentle smile. Panel 3 (medium) Riku’s eyes widen slightly — the first spark of interest. Panel 4 (small) Chat bubble pops up: LunaVale: “Hi! Are you running this dungeon alone?” PAGE 3 Panel 1 (wide) Crossfire and LunaVale stand side by side at the dungeon entrance. LunaVale: “I can heal. Want to team up?” Crossfire: “…Sure.” Panel 2 (medium) They enter the dungeon — glowing crystals, dark corridors. Panel 3 (medium) Crossfire fires a volley of arrows, motion lines showing speed. Panel 4 (medium) LunaVale casts a healing spell, soft particles swirling around Crossfire. Caption: Their synergy is instant. PAGE 4 Panel 1 (large) Boss fight — a massive stone golem swings down at them. Panel 2 (small) Crossfire dodges, barely. Panel 3 (small) LunaVale raises her staff, eyes determined. Panel 4 (medium) A burst of moonlight slams into the golem. Panel 5 (small) The boss crumbles. Crossfire: “…Nice.” LunaVale: “You too.” PAGE 5 Panel 1 (wide) The two avatars stand in the glowing aftermath. Caption: Two strangers. Two worlds. One perfect match. Panel 2 (medium) Friend request icon appears between them. Panel 3 (large, bottom) Split-screen: - Riku in his dark room, staring at the screen. - Miyu in her soft-lit bedroom, smiling shyly at her monitor. Caption: This is where everything begins. ⭐ If you want, I can: - Continue Chapter 2, 3, 4… panel-by-panel - Convert all 5 volumes into manga panels - Create fight scene panel layouts - Create romantic moment panel layouts - Create cover and splash page layouts Just tell me how far you want to go. Panel 4 (small) Chat bubble pops up: LunaVale: “Hi! Are you running this dungeon alone?”
Miu has two-tone long hair, one side white and the other black. Hange has brown hair in a ponytail and Hange have glass. Eren has short brown hair and Levi has short black hair.exactly as they are in the picture Miu and Hange are walking down the hall and talking. They hear a commotion coming from Eren's room and decide to paint him. They open his door. They sit on Eren's bed and paint Eren's face. Miu and Hange laugh. Hange suddenly sees Eren waking up and decides to paint himself too. Miu stares at Hange nervously.Because Hange Betrayed Miu When Eren wakes up, he looks surprised. Hange points at Miu and Eren catches Miu and Hange paints Miu.even though Miu protests They laugh so hard that Levi bursts into the room with his typical angry expression and starts muttering something. Miu looks at Levi nervously and tries to smile. And say nervously ,,ehhh." Levi looks away and starts laughing in room. Then he grabs Miu's hand and pulls Levis room. When they are alone, Miu watches him nervously. And Levi laughs at her.
Miu has two-tone hair, one side white and the other black. Hange has brown hair in a ponytail. Eren has short brown hair and Levi has short black hair. Miu and Hange are walking down the hall and talking. They hear a commotion coming from Eren's room and decide to paint him. They open his door. They sit on Eren's bed and paint Eren's face. Miu and Hange laugh. Hange suddenly sees Eren waking up and decides to paint himself too. Miu stares at Hange nervously.Because Hange Betrayed Miu When Eren wakes up, he looks surprised. Hange points at Miu and Eren catches Miu and Hange paints her. They laugh so hard that Levi bursts into the room with his typical angry expression and starts muttering something. Miu looks at Levi nervously and tries to smile. And say nervously ,,Hi Levi." Levi looks away and starts laughing in room. Then he grabs Miu's hand and pulls her away. When they are alone, Miu watches him nervously. And Levi laughs at her.
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.