Inside an informal church in London. Wing Sun's father has been invited to attend with his counterpart from the office. He doesn't have anything else to do on Sunday morning, so he goes along. we are standing in the back of the room. There are many people of different ethnicities, the Pastor is standing up front alongside a worship leader with a guitar, and a young black woman, facing the audience. The atmosphere is warm and welcoming, but Wing Sun's father feels a little uncomfortable.
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Inside an informal church in London. Wing Sun's father has been invited to attend with his counterpart from the office. He doesn't have anything else to do on Sunday morning, so he goes along. we are standing in the back of the room. There are many people of different ethnicities, the Pastor is standing up front alongside a worship leader with a guitar, and a young black woman, facing the audience. The atmosphere is warm and welcoming, but Wing Sun's father feels a little uncomfortable.

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Inside an informal church in London. Wing Sun's father has been invited to attend with his counterpart from the office. He doesn't have anything else to do on Sunday morning, so he goes along. we are standing in the back of the room. There are many people of different ethnicities, the Pastor is standing up front alongside a worship leader with a guitar, and a young black woman, facing the audience. The atmosphere is warm and welcoming, but Wing Sun's father feels a little uncomfortable.
Inside an informal church in Kuala Lumpur. Wing Sun and his father and mother, along with Siu Zi, his friend from school are there together. We are standing in the back of the room, and there are many more people than there were in the London church. There are people of different ethnicities, but mostly Chinese Malaysian. The Pastor, a Chinese man, is standing up front speaking to the congregation, facing them. The atmosphere is hot and sweaty, with ceiling fans running, but still welcoming, Wing Sun is happy that his family is together and also that his friend Siu Zi, who he has just learned is a Christian, can be there too.
Inside a large office building in London, on the 5th floor, Wing Sun's father, a Chinese Malaysian man in his 30s, speaks to his counterpart in the company, and English man, about business. Other workers are seated at their desks and standing at a copy machine. There are some Black people, but mostly British. One whole wall of the room is glass and we can see something of London outside.
Inside a home in Petaling Jaya, Wing-Sun, a 10 year old Chinese boy sits cross-legged on the cool tile floor, watching the delicate tendrils of smoke rise from the joss sticks his father has just placed in the family altar’s bronze urn. The flickering candlelight casts shifting shadows over the framed portraits of the ancestors, their solemn faces gazing out from another time. Wing-Sun's father, dressed in crisp slacks and a neatly pressed white shirt, murmurs a quiet prayer, his voice low and rhythmic. Beside him, Wing-Sun’s mother clasps her hands together in a quiet moment of respect before adjusting the jade bangle on her wrist. Their morning ritual is a quiet, practiced thing; one they perform, and Wing-Sun observes, every day.
At the bustling Kuala Lumpur airport, Wing-Sun and his Mother say farewell to his father before he leaves for a six‐week business trip to London. We see Wing Sun and his mother from the back, as Father stands on the escalator going up to his departure gate, and turns toward us to wave goodbye. Many other passengers and children are standing around. The airport is modern and well lit.
In Penang, Malaysia. Wing Sun's Grandmother is elderly and lives in Penang, on the island. Grandma's house is in a quieter part of the island, closer to the coastline where the sea breeze can be felt through the wooden windows. It's near the ocean, in Tanjung Bungah where there are old-style homes and a slower pace of life. There are many resort "homestay" hotels, and also some high-rise condos, but Grandmother's house has been there many years. Wing-Sun's mother grew up in that house, near the beach, with the ocean breeze. We see the house from down the street with Grandma standing in the doorway greeting us.
At her Mother's house in Penang, Wing Sun's mother, a beautiful chinese woman in her 30s, is standing in her bedroom looking out the window at night. We see her from a quarter view inside the room. She is pensive and an air of tension fills the room as she remembers growing up in this house. Her hair is long and black, and she's wearing her housecoat. A lantern gives low light inside the room. It's raining outside.
Morning inside the classroom at a private school in Kuala Lumpur before class begins. Students stand next to their desks as the teacher, standing in front, leads them in the usual morning recitations of the five national principles, their voices blending into one: "Kepercayaan kepada Tuhan." (Belief in God.) "Kesetiaan kepada Raja dan Negara." (Loyalty to the King and Country.) "Keluhuran Perlembagaan." (Supremacy of the Constitution.) "Kedaulatan Undang-Undang." (Rule of Law.) "Kesopanan dan Kesusilaan." (Courtesy and Morality.) Wing-Sun repeats the words automatically, his eyes drift across the classroom, catching a glimpse of Siu-Zi, the new girl, standing in her usual spot near the window.
A low-angle, hyper-detailed tableau of the Mad Hatter's Tea Party, viewed under a dark, star-filled sky. The Mad Hatter sits at the table, his features not quite human, but constructed entirely from brilliant indigo and gold cosmic dust, representing the constellation Lepus. His top hat is a vortex of nebula, and one eye burns intensely—a specific star named "The Mad." The Hatter is caught mid-sentence, demanding, "Why is a raven like a writing-desk?" As he speaks, his hands, which were merely starry, begin to shed their light, and the true form is revealed: the lower half of his coat and chair morph into coiling, dark serpentine scales, twisting around the table leg. The March Hare and Dormouse are frozen in terror. Above the table, a Raven made of pitch-black night materializes, its shadow falling directly over the Hatter. The entire scene is vibrating with the furious energy of a creature—the ancient serpent—who knows his time has been irrevocably stopped. Style: Cinematic dark fantasy, astronomical realism, oil painting texture, emphasis on the contrast between the cold cosmic starlight and the dark, furious energy of the serpentine transformation.
Cinematic Historical Photograph, Gritty Realism, Chiaroscuro Lighting. A tense, high-stakes chess match taking place between two seasoned pirates inside the cramped, dimly lit stern cabin of a rocking galleon at sea during the night. The Players: On one side sits a grizzled, older Pirate Captain with a heavy grey beard and a scarred face, leaning over the board, his hand rubbing his chin in deep concentration. Opposite him is a younger, cunning Quartermaster with a gold tooth and a confident smirk, holding a clay pipe. The Board & Pieces: Between them is a heavy wooden table stained with grog. The chessboard is carved directly into the tabletop, with squares made of inlaid mother-of-pearl and burned wood. They are playing with the custom pirate-themed chess set (previously designed): The Captain's side uses pieces carved from yellowed whalebone (King with tricorn, Ship Rooks), and the Quartermaster's side uses pieces cast from dark, tarnished iron. A bone "Knight" piece is currently threatening an iron "Queen." The Atmosphere: The cabin is lit by a single, swaying oil lantern hanging overhead, casting long, moving shadows and illuminating the smoke in the air. Mugs of rum, a flintlock pistol, and rolled charts are cluttered around the board. Outside a stern window, a dark, stormy ocean is visible. The photo has a film grain texture.