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 android head is the hero: it must be EXACTLY the android of image 1 — the same face of an elegant woman in her mid-fifties with fine lines, soft freckles, real mature skin texture and green eyes, the same silver-grey hair strands at the temples, the same transparent glass skull dome packed with tiny brass gears and warm amber lights, the same exposed brass-and-steel mechanical neck, the same braided brown cloth cables and the same walnut-and-black base. She stands on the small wooden side table on the RIGHT, her face turned LEFT toward the man, about one metre from him. The man is exactly the man of image 2 (Walt: mid-50s, short grey beard, reading glasses, brown knitted cardigan over a red plaid shirt), sitting in the worn leather armchair on the LEFT, half-turned RIGHT toward her. The room is the cozy wooden cabin den at night of image 3: bookshelves, a fireplace with a real fire; replace the old android of image 3 completely. Warm firelight, natural film grain. Both mouths closed. Exactly these two, nobody else.
