MONTAGE: LYRA — FROM SCISSORS TO
SPELLS

NEEDLE DROP: “Cosmic Girl” – Jamiroquai

The bassline slides in like gravity loosening.

                      PANEL ONE — THE PRO

KHASPIAN SYSTEM / ORBITAL STATION SALON (BEAT ONE)

Snap rhythm. Clean cuts.

Lyra works like a machine that loves its job.

Scissors flash. Hair falls in perfect arcs.

Neon strips hum. A client laughs. The chair spins once,
precise.

Lyra smiles — practiced, effortless — but her eyes lift,
just a fraction.

A loose strand of hair drifts.

Not falls. Floats.

She clocks it. No fear. Just curiosity.

On the downbeat, she flicks the scissors closed.

A playful twist.

Her foot locks the chair.

Her body settles into a stance no one taught her.

The bass tightens.

CUT.

                      PANEL TWO — THE BODY

ZERO-G CORRIDOR / KUNG FU (BEAT TWO)

Launch.

No wires. No explanation.

Lyra moves through a steel corridor, stars streaking past
glass.

An armored figure lunges.

She pivots — clean, economical — heel snaps into a wrist.
Chime of metal.

Elbow. Palm. Flow.

She isn’t learning.

She’s remembering.

A spin. A sharp, elegant kick.

The armored body drifts away, tumbling silently into space.

Her hands glow now. No scissors. No tools.

The chorus blooms.

Lyra laughs once, breathless.

                      LYRA
           Okay. Okay.

MONTAGE: SEAN & FREDDIE — THE BUILD GOES LIVE

NEEDLE DROP: “Cosmic Girl” – instrumental breakdown (gritty
remix)

BEAT ONE — THE RESPEC

Mirror cracks.

Freddie’s reflection compresses into dwarf form — beard
braiding, armor auto-locking.

Sean’s scars etch in real time — invisible hilt snaps into
existence.

Back-to-back in dust and wind.

                      FREDDIE
           Not a respec I queued for.

                      SEAN
           Then let’s test the build.

Glitch fades. Steel stays.

BEAT TWO — THE SYNC

Zero-G corridor. Armored rush.

Sean’s roundhouse detonates blue plasma.

Freddie’s uppercut sends a body spinning.

Mid-air FIST-BUMP — shockwave ripples.

They land together, grinning.

BEAT THREE — THE HOLD

Cracked peripheral world.

Sean slams the ground — debug-line fissures race outward.

Freddie raises a woven causality shield — mercy, refusal,
love.

Back-to-back.

Sean points forward.

Freddie points upward.

Combined wave pushes the correction back.

They nod.

                                    SMASH CUT.

                      LYRA PANEL THREE — THE SIGNAL

STROBE VOID / THE FUTURE (BEAT THREE)

Dark.

A STROBE LIGHT punches in time with the beat.

FLASH — Lyra stands alone.

FLASH — she points forward.

FLASH — she points down at her boots.

FLASH — she points straight at the CAMERA. At YOU.

The gesture isn’t a threat.

It’s an invitation.

The groove rides out as the light snaps to black.