Image - 2026-10-19 13:25

Каэль (мальчик) crouching in the screen-left third; Мортимер Вейн standing in the centre of frame. Пять метров песка между ними. Каэль (мальчик) is crouching on песок ямы in the screen-left third in the midground. Torso in right profile. Head in right profile. Eyes on волк. Сжимает деревянный меч. Испуг и сосредоточенность. Каэль (мальчик) wears по референсу. Мортимер Вейн is standing on галерея in the centre of frame in the background. Torso in three-quarter turn to screen-left. Head in three-quarter turn to screen-left. Eyes on мальчик. На перилах галереи. Холодный интерес. Мортимер Вейн wears по референсу. Волк sits in the screen-right third in the midground. Medium-wide shot from a high angle, 16:9. Horizon не виден. Статичный высокий план. Foreground: песок. Midground: яма с решётками. Background: галерея с масками. Key light факелы по кругу, луна сверху, контрастная. Острые тени на песке. Focus: мальчик и волк. Dominant palette: песочный, серый, багровый. SPATIAL LOCK: пять метров песка между ними. GAZE LOCK: Каэль (мальчик) head in right profile eyes on волк; Мортимер Вейн head in three-quarter turn to screen-left eyes on мальчик. This is a single frozen instant (action start) — no motion blur, no action chained. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Каэль (мальчик): and centered — Kael as a child, a boy of about ten, lean and wiry with thin limbs and sharp collarbones under a threadbare tunic. Pale skin smudged with dust, a narrow angular face, high cheekbones, and dark serious eyes that hold his father's gravity — watchful, wary, older than his years. Tousled dark brown hair falls over his brow. He wears a rough undyed linen tunic belted with a frayed cord, patched woolen trousers, and worn leather sandals laced up thin ankles, one strap torn. He stands guarded, shoulders slightly hunched, fists loosely clenched. Behind him, a shadowed stone corridor of a crumbling arena, cold moonlight through iron bars, drifting mist along cracked flagstones. - Лорд Мортимер Вейн: Lord Mortimer Vane in the shadowed stone gallery of a gladiatorial arena at dusk — the whole, torchlit tiered seats and iron railings filling the sides. A tall, gaunt aristocrat in his fifties, pale ivory-cold skin, sharp sunken cheekbones, a thin cruel mouth, and piercing colorless grey eyes beneath heavy brows. Severe silver-streaked black hair swept back, a narrow goatee. He wears a high-collared deep-crimson brocade frock coat over a black waistcoat, white cravat, long black gloves, a heavy raven-crested signet ring, and a wolf-headed ebony cane gripped in one hand. Black trousers tucked into polished knee-high leather riding boots. Cold imperious expression, chin lifted, a faint bloodthirsty half-smile, exuding power and menace.