Photoreal cinematic still, vertical 9:16, natural like a frame of a modern comedy series shot on a phone, with NO on-screen interface, no text, no timestamps. The same room, light and composition as image 3 (a cozy wooden cabin den at night: bookshelves, a fireplace with a real fire, a worn leather armchair, a small wooden side table). The man is exactly the man of image 1 (Walt: mid-50s, short grey beard, reading glasses, brown knitted cardigan over a red plaid shirt), sitting in the leather armchair on the LEFT, half-turned RIGHT. The android is EXACTLY the android head of image 2 — the same face of an elegant woman in her fifties with silver strands, the same transparent glass dome full of brass gears and amber light, the same exposed brass-and-steel mechanical neck, the same braided brown cables and the same walnut-and-black base — standing on the small side table on the RIGHT, her face turned LEFT toward Walt, about one metre from him. Replace the old porcelain android of image 3 completely. Warm firelight. Both mouths closed. Exactly these two, nobody else.
