


Location: a makeshift camp at night under a pitch-black sky, where the intense, flickering orange light from the campfire illuminates the surrounding dry earth and casts long, shifting shadows across the rugged textures of the fallen log Position: Mya sits on the log beside the fire, her posture slightly more relaxed but still cautious as she reaches out to toss a small stick into the flames, her eyes meeting the viewer with a vulnerable and apologetic gaze; a medium shot Clothing: Mya is wearing a dusty grey tank top, rugged dark brown cargo pants, worn leather combat boots, and a faded utility belt, her wavy light brown hair tied back in a practical ponytail






