11 lines
782 B
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11 lines
782 B
JSON
{
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"captions": true,
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"voice": "af_nova",
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"music_url": "https://4ort.live/v1/mtv/video/85ab5d91be9d?download=1",
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"scenes": [
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{ "id": "s1", "narration": "Every watercolor begins as a surrender. Pigment laid onto damp paper, carried by water to places you did not plan." },
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{ "id": "s2", "narration": "Watch the bloom. Color bleeding along the wet edge, finding its own horizon. A wash blooms when you stop steering it." },
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{ "id": "s3", "narration": "Then the long wait. Nothing moves. Patience is the discipline. The prayer that holds the brush still. The color now darker, quieter, truer than when it was wet." },
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{ "id": "s4", "narration": "What remains is the art. Not what you intended, but what the water chose. That is the discipline of the dry." }
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]
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} |