The camera remains static in a medium shot. Teona huffs audibly, her shoulders rising and falling with a dramatic sigh. She turns her head sharply to the side, her curls bouncing with the movement, and tightens her grip on her own arms to emphasize her refusal to cooperate. A few dust motes dance in the sunbeams behind her, adding a sense of quiet morning stillness to her internal storm. Off-s...
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