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Scene Title — "The Girls of Beauty"
The girl had just escaped the house.
Her feet were sore from running.
Her hands still trembled from forging her first weapons.
The world in her map stretched before her — and her next stop was clear:
The Land of the Beautiful Girls.
A place too neat.
Too polished.
Too... sweet.
The sky here had no dust.
The flowers smelled like perfume samples from fashion magazines.
Even the wind whispered softly — like a voice pretending to be kind, while hiding something cruel.
As she walked in, they appeared.
Three girls.
Their skin flawless.
Hair long, shiny, flowing behind them like satin ribbons.
Their eyes sparkled — but with no soul behind them.
Their dresses shimmered with pastel tones.
Their laughter was gentle — but sharp.
Like glass breaking in syrup.
They circled her slowly, smiles never leaving their lips.
"You're really going to walk around with that flat chest?"
"You know no one will love you looking like that, right?"
"Nothing about you is attractive. Why don't you try being… more like us?"
Their voices were soft — too soft.
As if they coated every word in sugar before slicing it into her heart.
She stood there.
Silent.
Small.
Staring at her own body.
She began to compare —
Their curves, their glow, their grace…
She couldn't match it.
She didn't even know how to.
Then something inside her whispered:
> "Maybe… if I were like them…
I'd be loved.
Desired.
Chosen by someone… anyone."
She looked at a dress hanging nearby.
It shimmered.
It promised to fix everything.
She put it on.
And screamed.
The fabric tightened like thorns around her ribs.
It pulled her in — reshaped her.
She couldn't breathe.
The girls kept smiling.
> "Pain is beauty," they sang.
She collapsed, tearing the dress off.
Breathing heavy.
In the center of the land, stood a mirror.
Tall.
Silver.
Too clean.
She walked toward it.
Looked into it.
The mirror said:
> "You are not beautiful."
Her fists clenched.
Her eyes narrowed.
She raised the hammer she made — her first weapon —
And smashed it.
Glass shattered.
The sound rippled across the land like thunder.
The beautiful girls screamed.
They turned to dust — glittering, weightless dust — and vanished.
The sky dimmed.
The flowers withered.
The shiny land began to crack.
It wasn't a magical world.
It was a prison —
Made of mirrors.
In her bag, she found something new.
A broken mirror.
But in its shards, she saw…
Her tired face.
Her real eyes.
Her own scars.
And for the first time —
She didn't want to look like anyone else.
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Scene Title — "My Shadow Chose Me"
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Scene Concept:
This time, the girl isn't running from a monster.
She is the monster.
Every time she felt rage, envy, hatred, or revenge —
something was growing inside her.
Taking shape.
Becoming real.
But instead of fearing it...
She admired it.
And followed it into its world —
the world of monsters.
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The First Transformation
After a brutal confrontation with herself,
A moment hits —
A sharp, suffocating wave of sorrow… followed by anger.
> "Enough weakness."
That's when it begins.
Her body shifts.
Hair grows long and wild.
Skin cracks open with glowing lines.
Her voice deepens — distorted and strange.
Her face reshapes into something terrifying — but hauntingly beautiful.
She finds a pool of water.
Looks down…
A monster stares back.
She doesn't scream.
She doesn't cry.
She laughs.
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Entering the Monster Realm
Her bag begins to tremble.
The book inside opens on its own — a new page forms:
A spell.
A portal.
She touches it with her transformed hand —
And the book expands into a gate.
A world of monsters stretches behind it.
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Study, Not War
She doesn't attack them.
She watches.
The monster world is made of layers —
Each layer formed from a sin.
Envy
Sloth
Pride
Wrath
Greed
Lust
Gluttony
Each level has a different tone.
A different hunger.
She reaches a tower —
The heart of Pride.
Inside, she meets the king of that realm.
A white rabbit.
Yes — the one who lost to the tortoise.
He speaks:
> "If I hadn't let her race…
She never would've beaten me.
I killed her.
Her shell hangs in my palace now."
He smiles with satisfaction.
The girl looks at him — from below, upward.
Then turns and walks away.
At the far end of the palace, she finds a thin crack in the wall.
It's glowing white.
She reaches out.
Her hand slips inside…
But something pushes her back.
She walks away.
Then — she turns.
And runs back toward it, leaping in.
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The Realm of Emptiness
She falls.
Into whiteness.
Soundless.
Motionless.
Alive.
Then —
Vibrations.
Shadowy figures form from the edges.
Black silhouettes.
They flicker — appear, vanish, appear again.
She tries to walk.
But it's a maze without end.
She hears a voice.
A shape forms.
The biggest creature in this world.
> "Who are you?" she asks.
It replies:
> "I am not.
I have no name.
No meaning.
No form.
I cannot even say 'we' —
For we do not exist."
She whispers:
> "I'll name you…
King of the Void."
She asks why he exists if he claims he doesn't.
He answers:
> "Only sound can exist here.
That's why the beings in this realm…
Scream.
It's the only way to escape."
He warns her:
> "Soon, you'll lose your memory too."
She shivers.
Panics.
Screams.
But then — stops.
She thinks:
> "If the other world had a crack…
This one must have one too."
She begins shouting.
Her voice trembles the space around her.
The vibrations start to move.
They form a path.
She follows them.
But her body begins to change.
Darken.
Melt into a faceless, blackened creature.
Her voice remains.
She speaks.
And the space responds.
The vibrations lead to a glowing white spot.
Then a second crack — this one blue.
She reaches out.
It pulls her in.
She hesitates —
Then runs into it.
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A New World
She crashes into another dimension.
Her memories flood back.
But her shadow follows.
She writes what she saw.
What she felt.
She writes it all in her book.
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✧ Symbolism: The Shadow
The Shadow = her suppressed self.
Accepting it means freedom.
It stops hurting her —
Because she stops pretending it isn't part of her.
It's not evil.
It just does…
What she hesitated to do.
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Chapter Title — "The Void Spares No One"
🜂 Core Idea:
The shadow creatures themselves fear entering the void.
It erases identity.
Freezes time.
And holds a being that is neither real nor gone.
Whoever enters…
Either disappears —
Or returns unrecognizable.
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✧ Symbolism: The Void
The Void = true depression. Existential emptiness.
The Being = the belief that you're worthless.
Escaping it = realizing you are "enough" —
Even if you lose everything.
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