{"scene_description":"Three connected cinematic shots of a man in a dimly lit subway station, emphasizing waiting and longing.","subject_details":{"clothing":"White shirt and a black trench coat","location":"Dimly lit subway station with brick walls and benches","face_reference":"[Reference image of man's face]"},"shots":[{"frame":"Top Shot (Medium)","composition":"Man sitting on a wooden bench, looking directly at the camera.","expression":"Serious","prop":"Holds a crumpled piece of paper that says 'waiting for you'","mood_focus":"Direct engagement and anticipation"},{"frame":"Middle Shot (Close-up Profile)","composition":"Close-up profile of the man's face, looking to the right.","expression":"Pensive","prop":"The crumpled paper is now out of his hands or placed away from him.","mood_focus":"Introspection and reflection"},{"frame":"Bottom Shot (Full-body Wide)","composition":"Full-body shot of the man standing in the middle of the subway tracks, looking down.","background":"Subway tunnel stretching out behind him, creating a sense of solitude.","expression":"Melancholic","mood_focus":"Solitude, melancholic longing, and finality"}],"overall_aesthetic":{"style":"Cinematic photography","mood":"Dark and moody","theme":"Waiting, longing, solitude"}}



{"description":"A woman standing on an old railway platform, wind blowing through her hair as she looks into the distance.","subject":{"type":"woman","pose":"standing tall with one hand holding her coat","expression":"nostalgic and calm","clothing":{"torso":"long beige trench coat","legs":"dark trousers"}},"setting":{"surface":"dusty platform","background_elements":["rusted train tracks","faded station sign"],"mood_suggestion":"vintage, cinematic melancholy"},"lighting":{"overall":"soft sunset glow","highlights":"warm tones on face and coat"},"shot_type":"wide shot"}



A young woman sits on a rooftop under the pale blue glow of dawn. The city stretches beneath her — quiet, half-asleep, wrapped in fog. She wears a worn denim jacket over a white dress, feet bare against the cold cement. A cigarette burns slowly between her fingers, smoke curling upward like a dream fading. Her eyes follow the skyline, reflecting the faint orange of the rising sun. She looks calm, almost weightless, as if the world below no longer holds her. The wind moves gently through her hair, framing her soft melancholy. Cinematic tone, morning haze effect, editorial emotion, hyperreal detail.