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Prompt：16:9 cinematic horror short 30s 30fps, film grain, teal-cool grade, heavy vignette. Japanese 24h convenience store at night, rain-streaked glass, pitch-black street outside. Young woman in grey hoodie at the register, phone in hand; clerk in dark apron. Her fingers snap backward, red veins bulge under her neck, she lifts her head blank, eyes roll fully white, dark blood at her mouth, she lunges. Clerk flees into a back room and locks the door. Her white-eyed bloody face presses against the small door window, wet hair on the glass, then she roars. Sculptural body horror, no gore spray. Rising drone, heartbeat, hard sonic impact.

15s, 9:16 vertical, ONE continuous take, strict FIRST-PERSON POV. The camera is the shooter's own eyes. No UI, no screen recording, no interface overlay, no phone frame, no bars, no text of any kind. The image fills the entire frame edge to edge. POV RULES: we see only what this person sees. His body is never in frame — no hand, no arm, no sleeve, no shoe tip. The camera height is his eye level, and it turns with his head. When he flinches, the frame flinches. When he looks away, we lose the subject with him. IMAGE QUALITY — a cheap handheld phone camera in bad conditions. Heavy luminance noise in shadows, crawling chroma noise in midtones, macroblocking during fast motion, edge-enhancement halos on hard lines, banding in the sky, blown highlights, crushed blacks, a green cast in shadow, a magenta shift in daylight, soft corners, chromatic fringing, and a smudge on the lens that blooms into haze when the camera tilts toward the sun. The world underneath is hyper-real: concrete with aggregate, cracks and wet patches; asphalt with tire polish, oil stains and grit; glass reflecting street, sky and fire; steel with mill scale, weld beads and rust bloom; dust that catches light and drifts on one wind. HANDHELD DYNAMICS: three movements always layered — a 3 Hz muscle tremor, a slow breathing sway, and a step bounce locked to his stride. The horizon is never level. Wrist roll on every turn. A passerby's shoulder knocks him and the frame swings wide before coming back. Dust smears across the lens, crawls, then clears. VOICE RULES: only humans speak. The mech never speaks — no voice, synthetic voice, broadcast or human-sounding roar — only servos, hydraulics, grinding armor and impact. Godzilla only roars, a real animal roar from a throat, never words. Dialogue comes from the shooter and the crowd, overlapping, never clean. SHOOTER, unseen: breath audible around every line; pitch breaking upward then collapsing; the throat clicking dry; running out of air before finishing. From thin whisper to torn scream, then total break. SCALE: Godzilla is 350m. Eye level at 1.7m, so it fills the vertical frame from street to beyond the top edge. A 150m building beside the fight reaches its lower thigh. A barricade, two parked cars and scattering people sit in the foreground, tiny against the legs. The Gundam is the same class. CHARACTERS The mech: Gundam-style, 350m, white armor with red and blue accents, yellow chest details, V-fin, twin eye cameras. Matte weathered white paint over brushed steel, chipped edges showing gray primer, oxidation along seams, grime streaks from every vent, oil seep at joints, dust packed in the gaps. Godzilla: a classic biological Godzilla, 350m. Massive torso, thick tail, jagged bone dorsal plates, heavy claws, low reptilian skull, yellow eyes with nictitating membranes. Charcoal-gray leathery hide with pebbled scales, wet with rain and sea slime, old scars and barnacle crust along the flanks, a pale underbelly of ridged plates. Skin stretches and wrinkles over muscle; the throat glows faintly blue-white when it charges. Real flesh, real bone, real animal weight. WEAPONS: the mech's left hand holds a short red heat blade, twice the forearm, thick and dense like red-hot metal, cutting by heat and impact, not a laser. Its right arm is a fist, permanently attached, no rocket punch. Godzilla has jaws, claws, tail, body weight and atomic breath. DIALOGUE, Japanese, audio only, no subtitles. 1. 0.5–1.8 thin whisper, more air than voice: "うわ……デカすぎ……" 2. 2.2–3.4 cracking, breath snagging: "ちょ、待って——待って！" 3. 4.8–6.2 hoarse and off-pitch: "下がって！下がって！" 4. 8.6–9.8 voice dropping to nothing: "嘘だろ……うそだろ……" 5. 11.4–12.8 scream, pitch breaking, mic clipping: "うわああ——！" 6. 14.6–14.95 last scream cut mid-syllable: "やめ——" Crowd, overlapping, never silent: "逃げろ！早く！" "こっちだ、こっち！" "車から出ろ！" "まだいるぞ、上だ！" "伏せろ！" "美咲！美咲はどこ！？" "無理だ、走れ！" "見て、あれ——". Different directions and distances, some close enough to clip the mic, some far and thin. They interrupt each other and continue through the impact. SHOT. 00.0–02.0 He stumbles onto the curb and steadies himself against a railing; the view lurches and swings. It tilts up between two buildings: Godzilla's torso and dorsal plates fill the frame, head cut by the top edge, rain and dust streaming off the hide. His breath catches. Line 1. Someone shouts behind him. 02.0–04.0 The ground jolts. A huge clawed foot slams down at the left edge, pavement buckling, claws gouging. The view whips left, loses the subject, finds the Gundam rising. A runner clips his shoulder; the frame swings wide and returns. Line 2. Crowd noise spikes. 04.0–06.5 He ducks behind the barricade — the rail wipes across the bottom of frame — then rises again. The Gundam swings the heat blade into Godzilla's shoulder. The hide splits, dark blood sprays and steams off the hot blade, muscle visible beneath. Godzilla does not fall. It turns its skull toward the mech, yellow eyes narrowing, the throat beginning to glow. Line 3, shouted until the voice breaks. 06.5–09.0 Godzilla lunges. Its jaws open wide and clamp around the mech's NECK — the collar armor, not the face. Teeth scrape on metal. It lifts; the mech's feet leave the ground, legs dangling and kicking. The neck joint compresses, collar plates buckling outward. Line 4. The crowd goes silent, then screams. 09.0–11.2 Godzilla plants its forelimbs and twists its torso. The neck shears along the joint line — bolts fire out, cables snap and whip, hydraulic fluid and coolant burst in white mist. The head separates completely and stays clamped in the jaws; for one beat it is visibly held in the mouth while the headless body still stands below. Then the jaws release and the head drops. 11.2–12.8 The head falls, clips a building, tears off a floor slab, hits the street. A wall of dust and glass rises. A beat later the compression wave hits; the view is knocked sideways and rolls, the horizon tipping past vertical before recovering. Line 5. People run past as silhouettes. Behind the dust the headless torso stands a moment, neck stump sparking, then sags. 12.8–14.4 He scrambles behind a parked car, the roofline filling the lower third, dust rolling over the hood. He looks up: the view tilts back, slowly then fast, sky filling the top, horizon dropping out. Godzilla's head is already lowering toward him, jaws opening, the throat glowing blue-white. 14.4–15.0 The atomic breath fires. A violent column of blue-white heat and ionized air erupts from the mouth, roaring, light spilling across the buildings and the wet street. It hits the viewpoint head-on. The exposure blows out instantly, the frame turning white from the center outward, detail burning away, the last thing visible the beam's core and Godzilla's silhouette behind it. Line 6 begins and is cut mid-syllable. HARD CUT TO BLACK on the same frame — no fade, no dissolve, no aftermath. Total silence for the last fraction of a second. PHYSICAL LOGIC: debris falls and rolls outward; the shockwave arrives a beat after the visual hit; buildings collapse in stages — glass, facade panels, structural slabs; the head follows a straight arc, hits a building, deflects, hits the street, settles; dust drifts on one wind. Nothing floats or moves without a cause. The atomic breath lights every surface it passes, throws hard shadows, and boils moisture off the street as it travels. AUDIO: no music. Phone mic only — wind, clipping, muffled low end, hiss, bad preamp. The crowd dominates: overlapping Japanese at different distances, dozens of shoes on asphalt, someone tripping, a name called, a shutter rattling. His breath stays close to the mic. Underneath: ground rumble before each step, pavement cracking, servo whine, grinding armor, a heavy jaw clank on metal, the wet shriek of a neck joint shearing, cables snapping, a long rolling impact, debris rain. Godzilla's roar is a real throat, chest-deep, with breath behind it. The breath charge builds as a rising hum and a hiss of boiling air. Then the beam: a wall of pressure and roar that clips the mic into pure distortion. Last sound: the scream breaking mid-word, then an abrupt cut to silence. NEGATIVE: no UI, no screen recording, no interface, no overlay, no HUD, no text, no timer, no battery icon, no phone frame, no bars. No hands, arms, wrists or body parts in frame — pure first-person POV only. No cuts, second camera, cutaway, montage or time skip until the final black; no fade, dissolve, dimming, white flash before the beam, or aftermath after the black — instant hard cut. No horizontal framing. No subtitles, captions, translation text, title cards, watermark or logos. The mech must never speak — no voice, synthetic voice, AI voice, broadcast or human-sounding roar. Godzilla must never speak. No calm, flat or narrating voice. No silence in the crowd before the ending. No mechanical, robotic, armored or cyborg Godzilla — no metal plates, no machinery, no cables, no pistons, no red lights on its body. It is flesh, hide, bone and blood. No excessive gore: restrained, physical, real. No clean, crisp, sharp, glossy or HDR image; no denoised footage, no modern smartphone look, no 4K sharpness, no log color, no filmic grade. No stabilizer, gimbal, tripod, drone, crane, dolly, smooth motorized zoom, slow motion, speed ramp, color grading or cinematic lighting. No level horizon, no locked framing, no perfectly smooth handheld motion. No 3D render look, CGI plastic sheen, game-engine lighting, anime or cartoon rendering. No beam swords, energy blasts, projectiles, rocket punches, detachable arms or glowing weapon effects — the only energy effect in the film is the atomic breath at the end. THE HEAD MUST COME OFF: jaws clamp the neck, the neck shears, the head separates and is held in the mouth before falling. Do not keep it attached, do not show the mech intact, do not skip the decapitation. The mech must lose — no recovery, no finishing blow. No size change; no toy-model architecture; no enlarged pedestrians or cars. No floating debris or dust moving against gravity or wind. No smooth, plastic or airbrushed surfaces. Final frame pure black, not an aftermath scene.

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