Shot 3

Shot 3 from INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT. Edit all AI output before queueing any render.

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Sora 2

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continuity lock environment: BEDROOM. continuity lock lighting: NIGHT. The bedroom from the previous shot remains in near-total darkness, the only light a faint amber glow from a digital alarm clock reading 3:02. Two separate mounds of bedding form distinct shapes in the bed. Isla (30s, dark hair loose against the pillow) lies on her right side, her face a few inches from Jacob's turned back — he faces away, a still silhouette under his own covers. Neither moves. The stillness is heavy, held too long. Then Isla's eyelids flutter open. She stares at the back of Jacob's head without expression, the dim clock light catching the wet surface of her eyes. Her body remains frozen in its curled position, but her gaze is fully awake, fixed, and unreadable. — MEDIUM TWO-SHOT | 35mm | 7s

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continuity lock environment: BEDROOM. continuity lock lighting: NIGHT. The bedroom from the previous shot remains in near-total darkness, the only light a faint amber glow from a …

continuity lock environment: BEDROOM. continuity lock lighting: NIGHT. The bedroom from the previous shot remains in near-total darkness, the only light a faint amber glow from a digital alarm clock reading 3:02. Two separate mounds of bedding form distinct shapes in the bed. Isla (30s, dark hair loose against the pillow) lies on her right side, her face a few inches from Jacob's turned back — he faces away, a still silhouette under his own covers. Neither moves. The stillness is heavy, held too long. Then Isla's eyelids flutter open. She stares at the back of Jacob's head without expression, the dim clock light catching the wet surface of her eyes. Her body remains frozen in its curled position, but her gaze is fully awake, fixed, and unreadable. — MEDIUM TWO-SHOT | 35mm | 7s