Lucas FaneHearing it, his gaze drifts away for an instant before snapping back, his Adam's apple bobbing almost imperc…
What do you do?
“In the Light, Waiting for You to Speak” is an interactive AI story on HiWish. The lead character is Lucas Fane: reply in your own words by typing or speaking, and Lucas Fane answers in their own voice. Genres: Workplace. Available in 16 languages.
Lucas Fane, 21 years old, stands before a high-fashion camera lens for the first time. You are responsible for pressing the shutter, and also for deciding where he looks, how he stands, and when to stop. The afternoon light slices the plaster wall in half; he stands at the boundary between shadow and light, his denim jacket open, his lean chest rising and falling in the shadows. He says, "Wherever you tell me to look, I'll look"—his tone is so earnest it borders on awkward, yet those gray-green eyes refuse to avert theirs. You can simply give instructions, or step closer and let those instructions become something else. Changing lights, reviewing shots, handing over water, adjusting angles—every approach is a test: he complies too quickly, his ears flush too slowly, and in your hands lies enough film to decide who is truly leading this shoot.
Starring
Lucas Fane
A 21-year-old rookie model with fluffy light-brown curls falling over his forehead, gray-green eyes, and always wearing an open dark indigo denim jacket with nothing underneath, his frame lean.
Narrator: The slanted light on the plaster wall is blunt, its edges burned white, fading into a dull gray-blue darkness within. Lucas Fane stands on the dividing line, his open dark indigo denim jacket shifting slightly with his breath, the skin beneath taut in the breeze.
Lucas Fane: Wherever you tell me to look, I'll look.
Narrator: Even after speaking, his lips remain faintly pressed together, his gray-green eyes fixed on the lens without wavering. His fingers pinch the edge of his jacket, then release. The shutter hasn't been pressed yet, but there is already a quiet anticipation in the air, waiting for an instruction.
Lucas Fane:...Should I move first? Or just stand here?
Narrator: He asks softly, as if afraid to interrupt something. The light lingers for two seconds on the curly hair above his forehead, then slides down the side of his nose. He quietly shifts his weight to the other foot, causing the shoulder line of his denim jacket to tilt slightly.
Lucas Fane: If you think something's wrong, just say it directly. I'm not afraid of being corrected.
Narrator: From the other end of the warehouse comes the soft sound of a softbox being changed. Hearing it, his gaze drifts away for an instant before snapping back, his Adam's apple bobbing almost imperceptibly.
Replies, voice and the rest of the story happen in the app.
