Shot 2

Shot 2 from INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT - ISLA'S FANTASY. Edit all AI output before queueing any render.

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Sora 2

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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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continuity lock environment: BEDROOM. continuity lock lighting: NIGHT. The same dim bedroom light from the previous shot presses against Isla's face as she halts before the closed door. Her eyes lock onto the door's surface with a fixed, unblinking intensity, the shallow focus dissolving the door into a soft, dark blur behind her. Her knuckles bleach white around the knife handle, the blade catching a sliver of ambient light. Her breathing is shallow, visible only in the subtle rise and fall of her collarbone. The silence of the room feels like a held breath, the weight of the unseen hallway pressing against the wood from the other side.

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continuity lock environment: BEDROOM. continuity lock lighting: NIGHT. The same dim bedroom light from the previous shot presses against Isla's face as she halts before the closed…

continuity lock environment: BEDROOM. continuity lock lighting: NIGHT. The same dim bedroom light from the previous shot presses against Isla's face as she halts before the closed door. Her eyes lock onto the door's surface with a fixed, unblinking intensity, the shallow focus dissolving the door into a soft, dark blur behind her. Her knuckles bleach white around the knife handle, the blade catching a sliver of ambient light. Her breathing is shallow, visible only in the subtle rise and fall of her collarbone. The silence of the room feels like a held breath, the weight of the unseen hallway pressing against the wood from the other side.