webAppInput

SceneIdQuery

myProfile

scene

query SceneIdQuery(
  $id: ID!
  $webAppInput: WebAppInput
) {
  myProfile(webAppInput: $webAppInput) {
    ...MyProfile_myProfile
    id
  }
  scene(id: $id) {
    ...Scene_scene
    ...SceneMedias_scene_16LRdq
    id
    order
    rating
    title
    seoTitle
    seoDescription
    isPublished
    isScheduled
    publishedAt
    content
    story {
      ...Story_story
      id
      isMine
      commentsAccess
    }
    prevScene {
      id
    }
    nextScene {
      id
    }
  }
}

fragment JobInfo_job on AiGenerationJob {
  id
  type
  status
  currentStage
  attemptCount
  maxAttempts
  lastErrorCode
  scheduledAt
}

fragment MediaStatusFields_media on Media {
  id
  status
  generationError
  activeGenerationJob {
    ...JobInfo_job
    currentStage
    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_16LRdq on Scene {
  id
  story {
    id
  }
  mediaAttachments(viewMode: READ) {
    id
    media {
      ...MediaStatusFields_media
      id
      type
      origin
      previewSrc
      mediaSrc512: mediaSrc(size: 512)
      mediaSrc1024: mediaSrc(size: 1024)
      videoPosterSrc(size: 1024)
      userPrompt
      finalPrompt
      rawPrompt
      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
  }
}


Hours had passed since the cockpit of the Milano flickered out of existence, leaving us in this bleached, endless void. The white expanse stretched in every direction, lacking shadows, horizon, or depth. I, Drax, adjusted the straps of my leather harness, feeling the familiar weight of my knife against my hip. The leather groaned under the tension of my movement, a small, jarring sound in the absolute silence of this place. Beneath my boots, the surface was inconsistent. At times, it felt like packed soil; at others, it sank like soft snow or turned slick as wet glass. The lack of tactile feedback from the ground was an insult to my senses. Each step required focus.

Behind me, Mantis walked with a measured, rhythmically soft gait. I could hear the faint rustle of her loose green robes trailing over the ground. Her presence was a steady, radiating pulse, though I knew she was struggling to find purchase in her own mind. I did not look back. I did not have to. I knew she was there by the specific frequency of her aura, a gentle hum of anxiety that brushed against my shoulders like a cooling breeze. Her empathy was a persistent weight, but in this place, it was the only thing that felt real. I had seen her eyes earlier; they were wide, filled with the vast, disorienting emptiness of our surroundings.

To my left, Cosmo moved with a restless energy that betrayed my own stoic resolve. The dog-like creature trotted, his four paws making no sound on the shifting white floor. I heard the rhythmic thumping of his tail against his own flank as he sniffed the air, searching for a scent that did not exist. There were no pheromones here, no chemical traces of a warp drive, no lingering scent of exhaust or fuel. There was only nothing. The Soviet-style space suit he wore caught the light in strange ways, its metallic surfaces reflecting a glare that had no sun to justify it. Every few seconds, he let out a frustrated whimper, a sharp, mournful sound, before resuming his hunt for a path.

I stopped. My boots felt as though they were sinking into the surface, which had turned into a gelatinous mass. The sensation was unsettling, a phantom mimicry of quicksand that threatened to claim my momentum. I stared into the white abyss ahead, trying to identify a landmark, a shape, anything that could provide navigation. There was nothing. I clenched my fists until my knuckles cracked, the sound loud in the oppressive quiet. We were moving, but we were not arriving.

I heard Mantis catch up. She came to a halt a few inches behind my left elbow, her presence hovering in the periphery of my awareness. She did not speak, but the spike of distress in her aura was unmistakable. She was waiting for me to lead, but for once, my tactical training felt useless.

Cosmo shook his entire body, his fur vibrating against his tech-suit with a plastic, chattering sound. He looked up at me, his eyes wide and searching. I saw his snout push against his collar, his head tilting in a gesture of confusion. He did not need to speak for me to know he was lost. I was the one who usually relied on physical certainty, on the visible and the tactile, but here, the rules had failed us.

I looked down at the ground again. It was flowing, like sand passing through an hourglass, yet no grain seemed to ever truly fall. It was deceptive. It was a lie of a landscape. I drew a deep breath, filling my lungs with air that tasted of nothing—no metallic tang, no ozone, just stale, thin oxygen that felt like it had been recycled too many times by the ship's failing systems. The realization hit me with the force of a hammer. We were walking in a circle carved by our own uncertainty.

I turned to Mantis. I looked at her, noting the slight tremor in her hands where they emerged from her robes. Her skin was a pale, muted shade, reflecting the pervasive whiteness of our prison. I needed to speak, not to comfort—I did not know how to offer comfort in a void—but to anchor us. My words had to be as solid as a stone, or the world would continue its aimless drift.

We are lost, I said. My voice sounded flat and devoid of melody in the vast, empty space. I did not raise it, nor did I lower it; I stated the fact as it presented itself to my senses. We have been walking for hours, and the environment has not changed. We have not reached a destination because we have no destination. We are traveling in a sequence that has no value. We are lost.

I watched Mantis as the words settled in the air. She blinked, her large black eyes reflecting my own stoic expression. She took a slow, deliberate breath, and for the first time since we had entered this white space, the pervasive, sickly oscillation of the ground beneath us ceased. The surface, which had been fluid and treacherous, hardened instantly into a stable, flat plane of calcified white material. It did not shift. It did not melt.

Cosmo let out a surprised yelp and scrambled across the now-solid ground, his claws clicking audibly against the firm surface. He immediately dropped his nose to the ground, no longer sniffing for a trail in the air, but testing the, hardness of the ground. He looked at me, his tail giving a tentative, single wag. He sat down, the weight of his body landing with a satisfying, clear thud against the firm floor.

I looked back at the space we had just traversed. The path was now a permanent, etched line in the white expanse, a testament to the truth I had just spoken. Mantis unclenched her hands, her shoulders dropping an inch as the tension in her aura dissolved into something approaching stability. She looked down at her feet, testing the hardness of the ground with her heel, letting out a small, huffing breath of relief. She looked at me, and in her gaze, I saw the recognition that we had found a way to resist this place. Not by fighting it, but by anchoring it to reality.

Hours had passed since the cockpit of the Milano flickered out of existence, leaving us in this bleached, endless void. The white expanse stretched in every direction, lacking shadows, horizon, or depth. I, Drax, adjusted the straps of my leather harness, feeling the familiar weight of my knife against my hip. The leather groaned under the tension of my movement, a small, jarring sound in the absolute silence of this place. Beneath my boots, the surface was inconsistent. At times, it felt like packed soil; at others, it sank like soft snow or turned slick as wet glass. The lack of tactile feedback from the ground was an insult to my senses. Each step required focus.

Behind me, Mantis walked with a measured, rhythmically soft gait. I could hear the faint rustle of her loose green robes trailing over the ground. Her presence was a steady, radiating pulse, though I knew she was struggling to find purchase in her own mind. I did not look back. I did not have to. I knew she was there by the specific frequency of her aura, a gentle hum of anxiety that brushed against my shoulders like a cooling breeze. Her empathy was a persistent weight, but in this place, it was the only thing that felt real. I had seen her eyes earlier; they were wide, filled with the vast, disorienting emptiness of our surroundings.

To my left, Cosmo moved with a restless energy that betrayed my own stoic resolve. The dog-like creature trotted, his four paws making no sound on the shifting white floor. I heard the rhythmic thumping of his tail against his own flank as he sniffed the air, searching for a scent that did not exist. There were no pheromones here, no chemical traces of a warp drive, no lingering scent of exhaust or fuel. There was only nothing. The Soviet-style space suit he wore caught the light in strange ways, its metallic surfaces reflecting a glare that had no sun to justify it. Every few seconds, he let out a frustrated whimper, a sharp, mournful sound, before resuming his hunt for a path.

I stopped. My boots felt as though they were sinking into the surface, which had turned into a gelatinous mass. The sensation was unsettling, a phantom mimicry of quicksand that threatened to claim my momentum. I stared into the white abyss ahead, trying to identify a landmark, a shape, anything that could provide navigation. There was nothing. I clenched my fists until my knuckles cracked, the sound loud in the oppressive quiet. We were moving, but we were not arriving.

I heard Mantis catch up. She came to a halt a few inches behind my left elbow, her presence hovering in the periphery of my awareness. She did not speak, but the spike of distress in her aura was unmistakable. She was waiting for me to lead, but for once, my tactical training felt useless.

Cosmo shook his entire body, his fur vibrating against his tech-suit with a plastic, chattering sound. He looked up at me, his eyes wide and searching. I saw his snout push against his collar, his head tilting in a gesture of confusion. He did not need to speak for me to know he was lost. I was the one who usually relied on physical certainty, on the visible and the tactile, but here, the rules had failed us.

I looked down at the ground again. It was flowing, like sand passing through an hourglass, yet no grain seemed to ever truly fall. It was deceptive. It was a lie of a landscape. I drew a deep breath, filling my lungs with air that tasted of nothing—no metallic tang, no ozone, just stale, thin oxygen that felt like it had been recycled too many times by the ship's failing systems. The realization hit me with the force of a hammer. We were walking in a circle carved by our own uncertainty.

I turned to Mantis. I looked at her, noting the slight tremor in her hands where they emerged from her robes. Her skin was a pale, muted shade, reflecting the pervasive whiteness of our prison. I needed to speak, not to comfort—I did not know how to offer comfort in a void—but to anchor us. My words had to be as solid as a stone, or the world would continue its aimless drift.

We are lost, I said. My voice sounded flat and devoid of melody in the vast, empty space. I did not raise it, nor did I lower it; I stated the fact as it presented itself to my senses. We have been walking for hours, and the environment has not changed. We have not reached a destination because we have no destination. We are traveling in a sequence that has no value. We are lost.

I watched Mantis as the words settled in the air. She blinked, her large black eyes reflecting my own stoic expression. She took a slow, deliberate breath, and for the first time since we had entered this white space, the pervasive, sickly oscillation of the ground beneath us ceased. The surface, which had been fluid and treacherous, hardened instantly into a stable, flat plane of calcified white material. It did not shift. It did not melt.

Cosmo let out a surprised yelp and scrambled across the now-solid ground, his claws clicking audibly against the firm surface. He immediately dropped his nose to the ground, no longer sniffing for a trail in the air, but testing the, hardness of the ground. He looked at me, his tail giving a tentative, single wag. He sat down, the weight of his body landing with a satisfying, clear thud against the firm floor.

I looked back at the space we had just traversed. The path was now a permanent, etched line in the white expanse, a testament to the truth I had just spoken. Mantis unclenched her hands, her shoulders dropping an inch as the tension in her aura dissolved into something approaching stability. She looked down at her feet, testing the hardness of the ground with her heel, letting out a small, huffing breath of relief. She looked at me, and in her gaze, I saw the recognition that we had found a way to resist this place. Not by fighting it, but by anchoring it to reality. «The Truth Trap», part 4. Fanfiction — Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Drax's Literal Observation. The Truth Trap — Marvel Cinematic Universe fanfiction | Fanfica

Drax's Literal Observation

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After a heist goes wrong, the Guardians of the Galaxy are trapped in a pocket dimension where every lie takes physical form. To escape, they must navigate a world built from their own deceptions — but with Drax unable to lie, his brutal honesty may be the only compass. Can they unravel the truth before reality collapses?

The Truth Trap — Drax's Literal Observation

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