webAppInput

SceneIdQuery

myProfile

scene

query SceneIdQuery(
  $id: ID!
  $webAppInput: WebAppInput
) {
  myProfile(webAppInput: $webAppInput) {
    ...MyProfile_myProfile
    id
  }
  scene(id: $id) {
    ...Scene_scene
    ...SceneMedias_scene
    id
    order
    rating
    title
    seoTitle
    seoDescription
    isPublished
    isScheduled
    publishedAt
    content
    story {
      ...Story_story
      id
      isMine
      commentsAccess
    }
    prevScene {
      id
    }
    nextScene {
      id
    }
  }
}

fragment MyProfile_myProfile on User {
  id
  name
  email
  isAdmin
  hasEverPaid
  isEmailConfirmed
  isEmailNotificationEnabled
  isTelegramNotificationEnabled
  isTempPassword
  avatar
  cover
  about
  contacts
  support
  telegramId
  vkId
  availableLimits
  frozenLimits
  urlSlug
  topUpPackages {
    id
    price
    currency
    toBalanceLimits
    bonusLimits
    totalCreditedLimits
    USD
  }
  availablePaymentProviders
  aiGenerationCosts {
    plan {
      size
      cost
    }
    characterSuggest
    ideaExpand
    sceneWrite {
      length
      cost
    }
    mediaGenerate
    videoGenerate
  }
  activeGenerationJobs {
    id
    type
    status
    story {
      id
      authorTitle
    }
  }
}

fragment SceneMedias_scene on Scene {
  id
  story {
    id
  }
  mediaAttachments {
    id
    media {
      id
      type
      origin
      status
      previewSrc
      mediaSrc512: mediaSrc(size: 512)
      mediaSrc1024: mediaSrc(size: 1024)
      videoPosterSrc(size: 1024)
      generationError
      userPrompt
      finalPrompt
      rawPrompt
      activeGenerationJob {
        status
        currentStage
        id
      }
      mediaAttachments {
        id
        story {
          id
        }
        scene {
          id
        }
        character {
          id
        }
      }
      embeddedInScenes {
        id
      }
    }
  }
  sceneCharacterStates {
    id
    character {
      id
      name
    }
  }
}

fragment Scene_scene on Scene {
  id
  order
  displayOrder
  title
  rating
  isPublished
  isScheduled
  publishedAt
  minWaitersToPublish
  waitersCount
  readCount
  content
  story {
    id
    isMine
  }
}

fragment Story_story on Story {
  id
  title
  publicDescription
  type
  size
  narrativeType
  rating
  hasCharacters
  status
  isPublished
  isMine
  publishedAt
  likesCount
  favoritesCount
  displayDirection
  plotGenres
  settingGenres
  moods
  tropes
  displayContentWarnings
  sceneAtmospheres
  publishedStats {
    scenesCount
    wordsCount
  }
  author {
    id
    name
    urlSlug
    avatar
  }
  characters {
    id
    name
  }
  fandoms {
    id
    urlSlug
    translation {
      canonicalName
      id
    }
  }
  myState {
    isLiked
    isFavorited
    isWaiting
    id
  }
  lastPublishedScene {
    id
  }
}


Arya Stark falls to her knees as the vision takes hold. The stone floor of the cavern, cold and damp against her skin only a heartbeat ago, dissolves into a shifting void of roiling smoke and cinders. She gasps, her hands instinctively flying to her throat as if to anchor her soul to her body, but the air she pulls in is hot, biting, and smells of charred pine and ancient failure. She is no longer in the dark sanctuary. She is standing at the edge of a memory that bleeds into existence like ink spilled on parchment.

Winterfell stands before her, yet it is not the home she knew. It is a hollowed-out husk, a skeletal ruin silhouetted against a sky bruised with purple and sickly green luminescence. Flames, unnatural and ravenous, lick at the battlements, climbing the stone walls like starving hounds. She feels the phantom heat singe her eyelashes. She tries to reach for the dagger at her belt, but her hand passes through her own tunic as if she were made of nothing more than autumn leaves caught in a gale. The projection is visceral, a tactile nightmare that forces its way into the marrow of her bones.

Arya Stark falls to her knees as the vision takes hold. The stone floor of the cavern, cold and damp against her skin only a heartbeat ago, dissolves into a shifting void of roiling smoke and cinders. She gasps, her hands instinctively flying to her throat as if to anchor her soul to her body, but the air she pulls in is hot, biting, and smells of charred pine and ancient failure. She is no longer in the dark sanctuary. She is standing at the edge of a memory that bleeds into existence like ink spilled on parchment.

Winterfell stands before her, yet it is not the home she knew. It is a hollowed-out husk, a skeletal ruin silhouetted against a sky bruised with purple and sickly green luminescence. Flames, unnatural and ravenous, lick at the battlements, climbing the stone walls like starving hounds. She feels the phantom heat singe her eyelashes. She tries to reach for the dagger at her belt, but her hand passes through her own tunic as if she were made of nothing more than autumn leaves caught in a gale. The projection is visceral, a tactile nightmare that forces its way into the marrow of her bones. «The Faceless Choice», part 5. Fanfiction — Game of Thrones.

The Vision of Erasure. The Faceless Choice — Game of Thrones fanfiction | Fanfica

The Vision of Erasure

Valar Morghulis

Arya Stark has become a Faceless Man, sworn to kill without question. Her next target: the Three-Eyed Raven. But when she learns the Raven is her brother Bran—and that his death may prevent a catastrophe that would erase the Starks from history—her loyalty fractures. Will Arya fulfill her contract and save the world, or protect her family and risk everything?

The Faceless Choice — The Vision of Erasure

Parte 5: The Vision of Erasure

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