image = MAIN SUBJECT — FACE REFERENCE ONLY. Match her face exactly in every shot: face shape, eyes, nose, lips, jaw, skin tone, hairline. Use only her face from the reference. Hair, wardrobe and everything else follow the descriptions below. No slimming, no reshaping, no airbrushing, no smoothing. She is the only person whose face is ever clearly visible. HER: American woman, mid-twenties. Hair in a fast messy bun with pieces falling out. Wardrobe identical all 30s: oversized grey college sweatshirt, black bike shorts, mismatched socks — one white, one bright yellow — and rubber slides. A scrunchie on her wrist. REALISM: real skin with pores, no makeup, faint pillow crease on one cheek at 0:00, chapped lips, a little dried toothpaste at the corner of her mouth she never notices, chipped blue nail polish, goosebumps under fluorescent light. Sweatshirt sleeves pushed up and falling back down constantly. No beauty filter, no smoothing. CAMERA — HER OWN PHONE, two setups only. PROPPED: phone balanced on a dryer, a folding table or a windowsill, static and badly crooked, she moves in and out of frame. HELD: phone in her own hand, arm out 0.5m, real handheld shake. She is filming this for herself. No operator, no second person, no gimbal, no drone, no slow motion, no smooth camera moves. LOOK: photoreal smartphone footage, 4K, harsh green-white fluorescent laundromat light at night, dead black windows, linoleum floor, rows of steel washers, one flickering tube. Ugly unflattering light on purpose. Autofocus hunting, exposure pumping, grain, a smudge on the lens. No grading, no film look, no stabilization. OTHER PEOPLE: one elderly man reading a newspaper in the background, seen only from behind or in profile, face never clear, never speaks, never reacts until 0:27. 0:00 PROPPED on a folding table, crooked. She dumps an entire laundry basket in front of the lens, pillow crease still on her face, and holds up a single white sock: "It's eleven at night. I own one sock. This is a rescue mission." 0:05 MACRO on the washer drum spinning, then MACRO on a bright red shirt tumbling in with a load of white laundry. She has not noticed. She is behind it, entirely absorbed in the snack vending machine. 0:09 HELD, arm's length at the vending machine, watching a bag of chips get stuck on the coil halfway out. She stares at it. She looks at the lens. She looks back at it: "Are you serious." 0:13 PROPPED low on the floor. She shoulder-checks the vending machine once, gently, then harder, then hangs off the front of it with both hands and her feet off the ground. The chips do not move. The elderly man in the background does not look up. 0:17 The chips fall. She freezes mid-hang, drops down, and does a full silent victory dance with the bag held over her head, mouthing something with no sound coming out. 0:20 PROPPED on the washer. She opens the machine mid-dance and pulls out a load of laundry that is now entirely, uniformly pink. Her arms drop. Long pause. She turns very slowly to the lens. 0:24 HELD, close, holding up one bright pink sock and one bright pink T-shirt, absolutely deadpan, no expression at all: "So I own two socks now. They're pink." 0:27 PROPPED wide. She sits down on the floor against the washer in the fluorescent light, opens the chips, and eats one. The elderly man lowers his newspaper, looks at the pink laundry, gives her a small approving nod, and goes back to reading. 0:29 HELD. She holds a pink sock up beside her face, looks into the lens, and shrugs. Black at 0:30. SPEECH: only the quoted lines, in her own natural conversational American English, casual and unrehearsed, tired, half-swallowed word endings. Lips completely still at all other times, including the silent victory dance where she mouths words with no audio. No voiceover, no narration, no second speaker — the elderly man never speaks. AUDIO: diegetic phone audio only — washer and dryer drone, a buzzing fluorescent tube, coins, the vending machine motor, the machine rocking when she pulls on it, the chip bag falling and opening, her breathing and one laugh, traffic outside. Sound is flat and roomy. No music. NO morphing, no face or hair change, no beautification, no extra fingers, no duplicate people, no clear background faces, no crowd, no text, no subtitles, no logos, no brand names, no fades, no transitions, no slow motion, no drone or gimbal moves. Hard cuts only. 30s | 9:16 | 4K | single continuous generation.
