[Goal] One continuous 30-second scene, six shots: a warrior crosses a burned…

[Goal] One continuous 30-second scene, six shots: a warrior crosses a burned village and gives her last healing vial to a dying stranger. [References] <<<Image1>>> = Vala's face and head only: features, freckles, grey-blue eyes, copper-red hair, silver winged circlet. <<<Image2>>> = the front of Vala's costume and her teal cloak. <<<Image3>>> = the same costume and cloak from behind. <<<Image2>>> and <<<Image3>>> give costume and silhouette only and contribute no facial features. Her face comes from <<<Image1>>> alone. <<<Image4>>> = the Stranger: old man, long iron-white beard, layered scavenged leather, fur and mail. <<<Image5>>> = the village: collapsed timber longhouses, beam ends glowing orange, falling ash, churned mud. <<<Image6>>> = the inventory panel: dark rectangle, thin iron border, eight slots, one amber vial top-left. <<<Image7>>> = the health bar: long and thin, dull iron frame, dark red fill. <<<Image8>>> = Vala's spear: gold leaf-shaped blade with runes cut into it, dark ash shaft, brown leather grip, silver ferrules and buttcap. It stands as tall as she does. Take identity, costume, place, weapon and interface design only. Do not inherit any studio backdrop, flat frontal lighting, neutral standing pose, black interface background, or lettering. [[0-5s] Camera slides left to right, starting blocked by a burnt timber wall, clearing it to reveal the ruined village in depth. Vala stands mid-ground, back to camera, the spear from <<<Image8>>> held level in her right hand. End: village revealed, she walks away from camera. [5-10s] Camera follows behind her at shoulder height, matching her speed at a fixed distance, past burning ruins toward the Stranger slumped against a scorched wall. End: she stops four paces short, camera stops with her. [10-15s] Camera tilts slowly up from the Stranger's boots, over his armour and beard, to his face. The bar from <<<Image7>>> hovers in the air a short gap above his head, roughly five to six inches clear of his hair, about one hand's width, not touching him and not resting on him. Its red fill is almost gone, a thin sliver left at the left end. End: the bar holds in frame. [15-20s] Low wide angle from the mud, both figures in frame. English in a low-pitched British accent, weak and dry, spoken by the Stranger: {Vala.} She steps in and lowers into a crouch, planting the spear upright in the mud. End: crouched facing him, spear standing beside her. [20-25s] Over the Stranger's shoulder onto Vala. She turns her hand over and the panel from <<<Image6>>> fades into the air before her. She presses two fingers to the vial in its slot. Orange light gathers and the vial turns solid in her palm. End: vial in her hand, its slot empty. [25-30s] Three consecutive close shots. One, Vala's face. English in a slight Scandinavian accent, quiet and level, spoken by Vala: {Take this.} Two, the Stranger's face. English in a low-pitched British accent, hoarse and breathless, spoken by the Stranger: {You're gonna need that for where you're going.} Three, their hands, as she sets the vial into his cupped palms and folds his fingers closed over it. End: his hands closed around it. [Style] Norse myth rendered as cold contemporary science fiction. The world is mythic; the camera is not. Nothing is romanticised, softened or made picturesque. Elysium is a commercial product and its beauty is authored, precise, and faintly too clean. Cinematic photorealism. Shot on an ARRI ALEXA 35 with spherical prime lenses. Fine natural film grain. Soft overcast key light with gentle falloff, no hard shadows except from the single low sun. Focus deep enough to hold the landscape behind the subject. Restrained contrast, deep blacks that keep their detail. Colour: a cold desaturated base of grey, blue-teal and black, matching the location plates exactly. One warm accent per scene and no more, ember orange or amber, small in the frame, never a warm wash over the whole image. Metal is satin, never mirror-polished. Skin keeps its natural colour against the cold surroundings. Scale comes from framing rather than grandeur: low horizons, wide compositions, figures small against the landscape. No lens flares, no bloom, no light shafts, no glowing haze, no saturated teal-and-orange blockbuster grade, no painterly or illustrated look, no warm golden fantasy light. [Audio] (low wind, no music) <falling ash, burning timber ticking, boots in wet mud, the spear butt grounding> [Consistency] Two people only. Vala's armour, cloak and circlet unchanged. One winged circlet with exactly two wings, one at each temple, and no other wings anywhere on her head. One winged pauldron on each shoulder and no more. One spear at all times: a single unbroken shaft with one blade at its head, never splitting, separating, doubling or breaking into pieces. It stays in her right hand until she plants it, then stands upright in the mud. Its blade is the only gold in the scene. The Stranger stays seated and never stands. One vial: in the panel, then her hand, then his. The panel appears only in the 20-25s shot. The bar appears above the Stranger only, never above Vala, and keeps the same small gap above his head in every frame it is visible. Ash falls in every shot. No written words anywhere.