Cine de dragones con IA: cómo hicimos Sir Wairy paso a paso.

SCENE CONTEXT
Night, steady rain, outside the great wall of a pale-stone city on a sea cliff. A black dragon with a masked rider is perched on the muddy plain in front of the wall, burning it. Behind the dragon a horde of creature-soldiers and war beasts waits. @jhonwairy, as Sir Wairy, walks out of the burning gates alone. It is his scene. The audience sees the dragon load a second blast; the question is who strikes first, and he wins by a second. The cost: releasing the power drops him into the mud, bleeding and weak. His voice was destroyed long ago; he never speaks.

CAST AND REFERENCES
@jhonwairy is Sir Wairy, the knight who walks out alone; his reference controls his face.
No reference, written in prose: one black-scaled dragon about 25 metres long with a short thick neck, a heavy horned head, tattered leathery wings and a chest and throat that glow orange before it breathes fire; one rider on its neck in grey weathered armor with a smooth featureless bone-white mask, no crown, no spikes; a horde of thousands of creature-soldiers with wet ash-grey skin, dull eyes, crude rusted armor and rough blades, with colossal armored war beasts with curved horns among them, all original designs; a few human defenders on the wall.

LOCATION MAP
Left of frame in every ground-level shot: the great stone wall and its two huge iron-bound gates, on fire. Center: the muddy plain. The dragon is perched 25 metres in front of the gates. Right of frame and behind the dragon: the horde, its front line 40 metres beyond the dragon, torches across the plain. Storm clouds above.

FIRST FRAME / BLOCKING
Already in motion: the dragon, perched in the mud, mid-blast, a thick river of fire pouring onto the top of the wall, stone bursting. Not a still.

FORMAT MODE
Sequence of six cuts, cut on action. Shot size alternates between wide and close.

CUT 1, 0:00-0:03, extreme wide shot, 24 mm, low angle from the plain beside the dragon, locked, starting on the roar of the fire:
At 0:00.3 the dragon, perched in the mud 25 metres in front of the wall with its masked rider on its neck, is already pouring a thick river of fire onto the top of the wall. Stone blocks burst, burning debris falls, two defenders throw themselves back off the parapet. Behind the dragon the horde's torches stretch across the plain.

CUT 2, 0:03-0:06, medium wide shot, 35 mm, facing the gates through smoke, locked, cut on the fire stopping:
The fire stops. Through smoke and falling embers the scorched gates grind open; @jhonwairy walks out alone through the gap, his armor blackened by soot and fire, steam rising off it in the rain. Without breaking stride he pulls his helmet off with his left hand and lets it drop into the mud.

CUT 3, 0:06-0:09, close-up, 85 mm, handheld, camera walking backward in front of him, cut on the helmet hitting the mud:
@jhonwairy's face, rain and soot on it, the wounds of earlier battles visible, the old scar across his throat. His eyes ignite white-gold from within; thin threads of white-gold light crawl along the veins of his bare hands and wrists, and his fingers curl slowly. He stops walking.

CUT 4, 0:09-0:12, wide low shot from behind @jhonwairy, 35 mm, locked, cut on him stopping:
Twenty metres ahead the dragon swings its head toward him and rears back, chest swelling and glowing brighter and brighter orange for a second blast. Before it can breathe, @jhonwairy plants his feet, thrusts both open hands forward and releases; his mouth opens wide in a scream that makes no sound.

CUT 5, 0:12-0:14, extreme wide shot, 24 mm, low side angle, locked, cut on his hands thrusting forward:
A wall of white-gold light tears across the plain from his hands. Only this moment plays at a quarter of real speed, like a high-speed camera: the dragon breaks apart into a storm of burning ash and embers, the masked rider is thrown far back through the air, and the front lines of the horde and two war beasts are hurled into the air like debris. The sound drops to one deep low rumble.

CUT 6, 0:14-0:16, close-up at ground level, 50 mm, locked, cut on the shockwave reaching the horde:
Real speed from the first frame. @jhonwairy drops to his knees and falls onto his side in the mud toward the camera. His face fills the frame: a dark-red line running from his nose, the light dying out of his eyes, shallow weak breathing, rain falling, the throat scar visible. Picture runs to the very last frame.

OPTICS
CUT 1 and CUT 5: 24 mm, deep focus. CUT 2 and CUT 4: 35 mm. CUT 3: 85 mm, shallow focus on his eyes. CUT 6: 50 mm, shallow focus on his face.

CAMERA
Locked in CUT 1, 2, 4, 5 and 6. Handheld, walking backward, in CUT 3.

ACTION
Heavy, readable body mechanics. His armor has weight; his walk is steady and unhurried. The dragon moves with real mass: its head swing and rearing are slow and heavy. The helmet falls with real weight.

PERFORMANCE
@jhonwairy: calm certainty walking out, total focus as the power rises, one silent scream as he releases, then the body giving out. No exaggerated expressions, no crying.

PHYSICS
Rain falls at an angle. Fire boils the rain into steam on the wall. Soot-black armor steams in the rain. Mud splashes. Burning ash and embers drift down with the rain after the blast. Bodies and beasts thrown by the shockwave fly in real arcs.

LIGHTING
Night. Clean, deep blacks with no muddy grey haze; silhouettes stay readable through a cold blue moonlight rim light. The dragon's fire is the warm orange key light in CUT 1, about 2000 K. His white-gold light becomes the key light in CUT 3 to CUT 5 and is gone in CUT 6. Rain backlit so every drop reads.

AUDIO
Rain and wind throughout. At 0:00.3 the roar of the dragon's fire and bursting stone. In CUT 2 gate chains and hinges groaning, footsteps in mud. In CUT 3 rain, his breathing, a dry crackle of static on wet steel. In CUT 4 a deep rumble like close thunder rising and the dragon's huge inhale; his scream has no sound. In CUT 5 a huge blast that drops to one deep low rumble. In CUT 6 sudden silence: only rain and his weak breathing. No dialogue. No music of any kind. Every sound natural and clean, as if recorded on location: no synthetic tones, no electronic hum, no robotic or metallic artifacts, no hiss, no whistling, no filter noise.

STYLE
Photoreal live-action with the production value of a big-budget Hollywood medieval epic: practical-looking fire, smoke and embers, dense volumetric atmosphere, layered depth in every wide shot (debris and rain in the foreground, action in the midground, the horde and storm in the background), and a filmic grade of cold steel-blue night against molten orange fire. War-documentary realism. Dirty, wet, high-detail. Soot, grime, dented steel, real skin with pores. Fine film grain. No clean surfaces, no AI gloss.

TEXT
No readable text anywhere.

STATE
@jhonwairy - stage 2: battered, dented steel plate armor blackened with soot and scorch marks over a dark padded gambeson, a torn dark-blue wool cloak, in every frame at every focal length; an open-faced steel helmet in CUT 2 until he drops it, no helmet after; old healed scars on his left cheekbone and through his right eyebrow and a fresh cut above his right eye; a thick, old, ragged scar across the front of his throat with faded stitch marks, visible whenever his throat is in frame.

POSITIVE LOCKS
- Only one referenced person: @jhonwairy. He is the only person who comes out of the gates.
- @jhonwairy keeps his face, scars and soot-black armor in every cut.
- Exactly one dragon and one masked rider.
- Nobody speaks.
- Screen direction holds in every ground-level cut: wall on the left, horde on the right.
- No synchronised reactions in the horde.
- Slow motion only in CUT 5.
- The white-gold light appears only in CUT 3, 4 and 5.
- No dead time: every cut has visible action from its first frame to its last.
- No background music; natural sound only.
- No black frames and no fade; picture runs to the very last frame.