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a51298d9-4f5f-4d54-9275-41230feb0b3a

Queued
Jul 14, 2026, 04:12 PM
Completed
Jul 14, 2026, 04:21 PM
Execution time
8m 59s
Outputs
1 · 2.8 MB
Inputs
0
Cached nodes

Outputs

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LTX_Director_00123_.mp4

node 37 · 2.8 MB

Text prompts

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Positivenode 131 · LTXDirector · local_promptsLTX Director

| Ava kneels on the polished floor gathering the scattered old books one by one, a little flustered and hurried, tucking them into the crook of her arm. The camera slowly pushes in on her as she works. She mutters to herself while picking them up. Then, sensing him there, she slightly raises her head — not all the way — just enough to cut her eyes up in a sharp, annoyed sideways glare, a "who the hell is this guy" reaction flickering across her face. She holds the look, jaw tight. Warm sun-shafts backlighting her auburn hair, drifting dust, gentle continuous push-in, no cut. Dialogue + action timing: (0–3s, kneeling, still gathering books, flustered, not looking up) — AVA, under her breath, hurried: "Oh my god, I'm getting late—" (3–5s, she slightly lifts her head, eyes cutting up into an annoyed glare) — AVA, sharp and clipped: "Can't you see?" (hold 1s on the glare — the button) SFX (no music): soft scrape/tap of hardcover books lifted off the hard floor, a page flutter, her quick irritated exhale, faint tinny headphone-beat bleed from him nearby, quiet echoing corridor ambience. Small drop to near-silence on the glare so "Can't you see?" lands clean.

2 other text fields— sigmas, filenames, and other non-prompt strings the logger swept up

node 131 · LTXDirector · timeline_data

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node 131 · LTXDirector · resize_method

stretch to fit

Input media

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This run had no input media — it generated from prompts alone.