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Use @Image 1 as the woman's exact face, eyes, hair and identity, and @Image 2 as the man's exact face, eyes, hair and identity. Two different people, both faces unchanged throughout. Do not use the white studio background from either reference — only faces, hair and outfits.

Both are fully dressed from the very first frame and neither outfit ever changes. Woman, exactly as in @Image 1: black hair low at the nape with a cream scrunchie, cream cable-knit vest over a white puff-sleeve blouse, sage-green linen pleated midi skirt, cream knit socks, brown suede Mary Janes, cream shoulder bag with red trim. Man, exactly as in @Image 2: black hair, grey ribbed tank top, tan military-webbing backpack, wide brown pleated trousers, steel watch, brown suede boots. When the rain soaks them, the clothes darken and cling but stay exactly the same garments.

Japanese only. Five lines are inner voice-over: lips stay closed and still, no mouth moves anywhere in frame. Two lines are spoken out loud with visible lip movement, and in those only the speaker's mouth moves while the other's lips stay closed. Voices soft, young and natural, never theatrical.

STYLE: Warm Japanese summer film-photograph look on real countryside locations. Strong sunlight and blown highlights before the rain; heavy grey-green light during the downpour; washed golden light after it. Film grain, gentle halation, handheld drift. Candid and slightly imperfect throughout. No timestamp, date stamp, UI, subtitles, text or watermark.

Setting: The same quiet Japanese farming village in high summer, now mid-afternoon. An unmanned roadside vegetable stall with wooden shelves under a small tin awning; a dirt road climbing a low hill between a sunflower field and rows of low tea bushes; an old wooden farm shed with a rusted tin roof, an open doorway and wooden crates inside; the same old bicycle with a front basket; a plain brown paper bag holding four plain round bread buns, nothing printed on anything; puddled dirt roads after the rain; an enormous summer sky that turns from white-hot to towering dark cumulonimbus and back to washed gold. No readable writing anywhere.

Sound: No music of any kind — every sound comes from inside the scene. Loud cicadas own the first seven seconds, then cut out dead with the first raindrops. From 9 to 19 seconds there is only rain: fat drops bursting on dry dirt, then a roar on the tin roof, water sheeting off the eaves. After 19 seconds, dripping leaves, splashing and squelching footsteps, the ticking bicycle chain, the rustle of the paper bag, wind through wet sunflowers, and long stretches with no talking. At the very end, one cicada starts up again.

0–2 sec — HEAT
Cut A: the woman waits in the shade of the unmanned vegetable stall's tin awning, fanning her collar once, heat shimmer rising off the road. Cut B: the man stands on the pedals of the old bicycle climbing the hill road, a brown paper bag riding upright in the front basket.

2–4 sec — TWO THOUGHTS
Cut A: she squints up at a white-hot sky where one dark cloud is building. INNER VOICE-OVER — lips closed and still, mouth does not move:
「降らないといいけど。」
Cut B: he glances down at the paper bag and pats it once. INNER VOICE-OVER — lips closed and still, mouth does not move:
「今日こそ、絶対食べる。」

4–7 sec — THE HILL PATH
He brakes beside her and, without a word, they walk up the dirt path together, he wheels the bicycle along on his far side, sunflower heads swaying on one side, low tea bushes on the other. A huge cloud shadow slides across the whole field and swallows the sunlight; the wind rises.

7–9 sec — FIRST DROPS
Rapid cuts: the sky now towering dark grey; one fat raindrop bursts on the dry dirt; a drop hits her shoulder; both look up at the same moment. The cicadas stop dead.

9–12 sec — THE DOWNPOUR
Rain falls in sheets all at once. He yanks the paper bag from the basket and stuffs it under his grey tank top, hunching over it, and they run — she holds her cream bag over her head, he pushes the bicycle at a run, four feet splashing through instant puddles, rapid cuts of the drenched road.

12–15 sec — THE SHED
They duck through the open doorway of the old wooden shed, dripping, catching their breath, rain roaring on the tin roof. She wrings her skirt hem. SPOKEN OUT LOUD, her mouth moving while his lips stay closed:
「すごい雨。」
He pulls the paper bag out from under his soaked tank top — the bag is perfectly dry — and holds it up. SPOKEN OUT LOUD, his mouth moving while her lips stay closed:
「パン、助かった。」
She just stares at him. Cut.

15–19 sec — RAIN AND BREAD
Rapid cuts inside the shed: a curtain of water pouring off the tin eaves; the two of them sitting on wooden crates side by side, eating plain round buns from the paper bag — she takes small careful bites, he finishes a whole bun in three; faint steam rising from their wet shoulders. Her eyes stay on the rain outside. INNER VOICE-OVER, hers, lips closed and still:
「音、好きかも。」

19–23 sec — AFTER THE RAIN
The roar thins to single drips. Golden light comes back. They step out: everything glistening, puddles mirroring the moving sky, drops flying off the bicycle wheels as he wheels it along. She steps carefully around each puddle; he walks straight through one with a flat splash; she looks at him; he doesn't notice.

23–26 sec — STEAM
Rapid cuts: thin steam rising off the warm wet dirt road; sunbeams breaking through the leaving clouds; a low wide shot from behind — the two of them and the bicycle small against an enormous washed sky, both eating the last buns, neither talking.

26–30 sec — THE EMPTY BAG
They stop at the crest of the road, the washed valley small below them, both looking straight ahead and never at each other. Close-up: he tips the crumpled paper bag upside down; a single crumb falls out. Her face in profile, lit gold. INNER VOICE-OVER, hers, lips closed and still:
「時間、止まらないかな。」
Same crest, same blank forward stare, his lips closed and still:
「チキン、食べようかな。」
Only dripping leaves and one cicada starting up again. HARD CUT TO BLACK.

Acting keywords: fanning a collar in the heat, standing on bicycle pedals uphill, patting a paper bag, squinting at a building cloud, a wordless meeting, wheeling a bicycle on the far side, looking up at the first drops, stuffing a bag under a shirt, running in the rain, holding a bag overhead, splashing feet, wringing a skirt hem, holding up a dry paper bag, a deadpan stare, eating buns on wooden crates, small careful bites versus a three-bite demolition, watching rain with closed lips, stepping around puddles, stomping straight through one, wheels throwing off drops, tipping an empty bag, one crumb, hard cut.

Negative: no music, no background music, no score, no subtitles, no text, no readable writing anywhere, no face swap between the two people, the two faces never blend or exchange features, each keeps their own face and outfit in every shot, no costume change even when soaked, no umbrella, no raincoat, no extra people, no extra limbs, no extra fingers, no morphing, no frozen frame, no lip movement during the inner voice-over lines, the listener's lips stay closed while the other speaks, no crying, no kissing, no hugging, no lightning, no rainbow, no other locations, no white studio background, no HDR, no glossy modern finish, no timestamp, no UI, hard cut no fade.