Shot 1

Shot 1 from EXT. SIDE OF A BUILDING - NIGHT - ISLA'S FANTASY. Edit all AI output before queueing any render.

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Sora 2

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ready

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completed

Queueing a render creates a `RenderJob` for the selected provider. `Sora 2` sends the prompt to Azure OpenAI. `Seedance 2.0` sends the prompt to Seedance and polls its task API. Other models continue to use the local mock provider.

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Deep night presses in on a narrow alleyway, the brick walls slick with moisture and catching only the faintest glint from a distant sodium lamp. A tall, impossibly broad figure emerges from the deeper black, his entire form shrouded in a cascade of tattered, earth-toned rags that obscure any hint of face or flesh. His heavy, deliberate stride eats up the wet pavement toward a looming, rust-streaked metal door set into the grimy wall. A heavy axe hangs in one massive, rag-wrapped hand, the blade catching a dull, lethal gleam as he moves into the thin pool of amber light. The frame is static and low, watching his approach with a sense of dreadful inevitability. — LOW ANGLE | 35mm | 6s

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Deep night presses in on a narrow alleyway, the brick walls slick with moisture and catching only the faintest glint from a distant sodium lamp. A tall, impossibly broad figure em…

Deep night presses in on a narrow alleyway, the brick walls slick with moisture and catching only the faintest glint from a distant sodium lamp. A tall, impossibly broad figure emerges from the deeper black, his entire form shrouded in a cascade of tattered, earth-toned rags that obscure any hint of face or flesh. His heavy, deliberate stride eats up the wet pavement toward a looming, rust-streaked metal door set into the grimy wall. A heavy axe hangs in one massive, rag-wrapped hand, the blade catching a dull, lethal gleam as he moves into the thin pool of amber light. The frame is static and low, watching his approach with a sense of dreadful inevitability. — LOW ANGLE | 35mm | 6s