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Prompt: Joel is a rugged, middle-aged man in his early fifties. He has a strong build, with broad shoulders and a frame hardened by years of survival. His face shows a rough beard, streaked with gray, and deep lines etched by hardship and loss. He wears a worn-out, olive-green flannel shirt with rolled-up sleeves, a faded brown T-shirt underneath, and sturdy, dark jeans tucked into heavy boots. A weather-beaten backpack hangs on his shoulders, and a revolver holster rests on his hip. His expression is grim and focused, eyes sharp with the instinct of someone who has fought to stay alive in a broken world. Ellie Ellie is a teenage girl, about fourteen, smaller and wiry compared to Joel, but with a spark of determination that makes her presence just as strong. Her reddish-brown hair is tied back in a messy ponytail, strands escaping to frame her face. She wears a faded red T-shirt with a palm tree graphic, layered under a long-sleeve gray shirt. Her jeans are scuffed, and her sneakers are battered, clearly surviving many miles of travel. She carries a small backpack slung over one shoulder and grips a simple switchblade knife tightly in her hand. Her green eyes are wide with both fear and resolve. The Clicker The enemy they face is a Clicker — a human grotesquely transformed by the Cordyceps fungus. Its head is grotesquely overgrown, split open with pale, spongy fungal plates where its eyes should be. Its mouth opens unnaturally wide, letting out a high-pitched, inhuman clicking sound as it hunts. Its clothes are in tatters, clinging to a body twisted and stiff with infection, arms reaching forward in erratic jerks. The Scene They are inside the ruins of a derelict building. Broken furniture, collapsed walls, and shafts of light cut through the dusty air. Joel stands in front, crouched low, holding a battered shotgun at the ready, his eyes locked on the sound of the Clicker moving in the shadows. Ellie is a step behind him, clutching her knife, pressed against the wall, her chest rising quickly with nervous breaths. The clicking sound echoes closer, bouncing between the crumbling concrete walls. The camera would capture the tension: Joel’s steady, protective stance and Ellie’s mix of fear and courage, with the monstrous figure of the Clicker creeping toward them, hands twitching as if it can almost feel their presence. It’s a moment where survival hangs by a thread — the strength and experience of Joel, the emerging bravery of Ellie, and the horrifying danger of the infected colliding in one scene.

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README.md

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+- text: >-
+    Joel is a rugged, middle-aged man in his early fifties. He has a strong
+    build, with broad shoulders and a frame hardened by years of survival. His
+    face shows a rough beard, streaked with gray, and deep lines etched by
+    hardship and loss. He wears a worn-out, olive-green flannel shirt with
+    rolled-up sleeves, a faded brown T-shirt underneath, and sturdy, dark jeans
+    tucked into heavy boots. A weather-beaten backpack hangs on his shoulders,
+    and a revolver holster rests on his hip. His expression is grim and focused,
+    eyes sharp with the instinct of someone who has fought to stay alive in a
+    broken world.  Ellie Ellie is a teenage girl, about fourteen, smaller and
+    wiry compared to Joel, but with a spark of determination that makes her
+    presence just as strong. Her reddish-brown hair is tied back in a messy
+    ponytail, strands escaping to frame her face. She wears a faded red T-shirt
+    with a palm tree graphic, layered under a long-sleeve gray shirt. Her jeans
+    are scuffed, and her sneakers are battered, clearly surviving many miles of
+    travel. She carries a small backpack slung over one shoulder and grips a
+    simple switchblade knife tightly in her hand. Her green eyes are wide with
+    both fear and resolve.  The Clicker The enemy they face is a Clicker — a
+    human grotesquely transformed by the Cordyceps fungus. Its head is
+    grotesquely overgrown, split open with pale, spongy fungal plates where its
+    eyes should be. Its mouth opens unnaturally wide, letting out a
+    high-pitched, inhuman clicking sound as it hunts. Its clothes are in
+    tatters, clinging to a body twisted and stiff with infection, arms reaching
+    forward in erratic jerks.  The Scene They are inside the ruins of a derelict
+    building. Broken furniture, collapsed walls, and shafts of light cut through
+    the dusty air. Joel stands in front, crouched low, holding a battered
+    shotgun at the ready, his eyes locked on the sound of the Clicker moving in
+    the shadows. Ellie is a step behind him, clutching her knife, pressed
+    against the wall, her chest rising quickly with nervous breaths. The
+    clicking sound echoes closer, bouncing between the crumbling concrete
+    walls.  The camera would capture the tension: Joel’s steady, protective
+    stance and Ellie’s mix of fear and courage, with the monstrous figure of the
+    Clicker creeping toward them, hands twitching as if it can almost feel their
+    presence. It’s a moment where survival hangs by a thread — the strength and
+    experience of Joel, the emerging bravery of Ellie, and the horrifying danger
+    of the infected colliding in one scene.
+  output:
+    url: images/example_gp3sxuw36.png
+
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