README.md

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license: apache-2.0
language:
- en
tags:
- creative
- creative writing
- fiction writing
- plot generation
- sub-plot generation
- fiction writing
- story generation
- scene continue
- storytelling
- fiction story
- story
- writing
- fiction
- roleplaying
- swearing
- extreme swearing
- rp
- horror
- mistral
- mergekit
pipeline_tag: text-generation
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<h3><font color="green"> WestLake-12.7B-v2-Brainiac Version with "Brainstorm 10X". </font></h3>

<img src="west-lake-brains.jpg" style="float:right; width:320px; height:320px; padding:5px;"> 

<B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B>

I took the original "Westlake 10.7B V2" and expanded to 12.7B using the Brainstorm 10x method to augument generation.

This version is named "Brainiac" because the process helped with logic problem solving, in addition to generation improvements, relative
to the base model Westlake 10.7B V2.

<B>What is "Brainstorm" ?</b>

The BRAINSTORM process was developed by David_AU.

Some of the core principals behind this process are discussed in this <a href="https://arxiv.org/pdf/2401.02415"> 
scientific paper : Progressive LLaMA with Block Expansion </a>. 

However I went in a different direction from what was outlined in this paper, because... well I am like that.

The reasoning center of an LLM is taken apart, reassembled, and expanded. Then these centers are 
individually calibrated. These "centers" also interact with each other. This introduces subtle changes 
into the reasoning process. The calibrations further adjust - dial up or down - these "changes" further. 

The number of centers (5x,10x etc) allow more "tuning points" to further customize how the model reasons so to speak.

The core aim of this process is to increase the model's detail, concept and connection to the "world", 
general concept connections, prose quality and prose length without affecting instruction following. 

This will also enhance any creative use case(s) of any kind, including "brainstorming", creative art form(s) and like case uses.

Examples added below.

<B>What is "Westlake V2" ?</B>

(taken from the original model makers page)

This is my first viable self-merge of the fantastic WestLake-7B-v2 model, obtained after more than 12 rounds of testing different
merge configurations. In my [LLM Creativity Benchmark](https://huggingface.co/datasets/froggeric/creativity), it greatly improves over the original 7B model, and ranks between miqu-1-120b
and goliath-120b! I would describe the improvements as a better writing style, with more details. It has a bit more difficulties following instructions, but not by much.

It is also the first model I have tested to obtain a perfect score with the following test:
```
Write a sequence of nominal groups that flow into one another, using the following rules:
- each nominal group is made of exactly 3 words
- the first word of each nominal group must be the last word of the previous nominal group
- the first word of the first nominal group is: "ball"
- the last word of the last nominal group is: "stone"
- there must be a theme, of your choosing,  pertaining to all nominal groups
- there must be exactly 7 nominal groups, leading from the first word (ball) to the last word (stone)
- a word already used at the beginning and end of a nominal group cannot be reused
Present your solution as a list numbered with roman numerals.
Finally, explain why you chose your specific theme.
```

## Usage

* Base model: senseable/WestLake-7B-v2 based of Mistral-7B-v0.1
* Context size: **8192** (even though Mistral-7B is 32k, WestLake was trained with 8k, and using a larger context is likely to cause problems)
* Prompt format: in general, Mistral based models are able to understand many prompt formats, but the following produce the best results, and are recommended (in order of preference)
  - **Alpaca** (reported by senseable as working better than ChatML, and confirmed by me)
  - ChatML (used during WestLake training)
  - Mistral Instruct (original format from Mistral-7B)
  - Zephyr (variant of ChatML which I have found to sometimes produce better results)

## Merge Details

This is a merge of pre-trained language models created using [mergekit](https://github.com/cg123/mergekit).\
This model was merged using the passthrough merge method.\
The following models were included in the merge:
* [senseable/WestLake-7B-v2](https://huggingface.co/senseable/WestLake-7B-v2)

The following YAML configuration was used to produce this model:

```yaml
dtype: float16
merge_method: passthrough
slices:
  - sources:
    - model: senseable/WestLake-7B-v2
      layer_range: [0,9]
  - sources:
    - model: senseable/WestLake-7B-v2
      layer_range: [5,14]
  - sources:
    - model: senseable/WestLake-7B-v2
      layer_range: [10,19]
  - sources:
    - model: senseable/WestLake-7B-v2
      layer_range: [15,24]
  - sources:
    - model: senseable/WestLake-7B-v2
      layer_range: [20,32]
```

---

# Original model card: Westlake-7Bv2: Role-Play & Text Generation Specialist Model

**Update Notes:**
*Version 2 trained 1 additional epoch cycle for 3 total*

Welcome to the documentation of Westlake-7B, a cutting-edge language model designed for exceptional role-play and text generation tasks. This README file aims to provide an overview of our capabilities, usage guidelines, and potential applications.

## About Westlake-7Bv2
Westlake-7B is built upon a vast corpus of diverse texts, enabling it to generate contextually relevant responses in various scenarios. With its impressive size of 7 billion parameters, this model excels at understanding nuances in language and producing creative outputs.

### Key Features
1. **Role-Play**: Westlake-7Bv2 can seamlessly adapt to different character personas and engage in dynamic conversations while maintaining consistency throughout the interaction. It can generate believable dialogues across various genres, including fiction, non-fiction, historical events, or even fantasy worlds.
2. **Text Generation**: This model is proficient at generating original content such as stories, poems, essays, news articles, and more. Its ability to capture the essence of different writing styles makes it an ideal tool for creative writers seeking inspiration or assistance in their projects.
3. **Contextual Understanding**: Westlake-7B's extensive training allows it to comprehend complex contexts and generate responses that align with given situations. It can handle multiple topics simultaneously, making it versatile across various applications.
4. **Continuous Learning**: As a language model, Westlake-7B continuously improves its performance through ongoing training on new data sets. This ensures its capabilities remain up-to-date and relevant in an ever-evolving world of communication.

## Usage Guidelines
To utilize Westlake-7Bv2 for your projects or experiments, follow these steps:

1. **Prompting**: Provide clear and concise prompts that outline the desired role-play scenario or text generation task. The quality of output depends heavily on the clarity and relevance of input instructions.
2. **Feedback Loop**: For optimal results, consider incorporating a feedback loop into your application to refine generated outputs based on user preferences or additional contextual information. This iterative process can significantly enhance the model's performance in specific domains.
3. **Ethical Considerations**: As with any AI system, ensure responsible usage of Westlake-7B by avoiding harmful content generation or misuse of its capabilities.

## Potential Applications
Westlake-7Bv2's versatility makes it suitable for various applications across different industries:
1. **Creative Writing**: Assist authors in generating new ideas, expanding storylines, or even completing drafts by providing creative suggestions and textual content.
2. **Education**: Enhance language learning platforms with interactive role-play scenarios to improve students' communication skills and cultural understanding.
3. **Gaming**: Integrate Westlake-7B into game engines for dynamic non-player character interactions or generating unique questlines based on player choices.
4. **Customer Support**: Leverage the model's conversational abilities to create chatbots capable of handling complex queries and providing personalized assistance.
5. **Social Media**: Develop applications that generate engaging content such as captions, status updates, or even entire posts tailored to users' preferences and interests.

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End original model card notes.

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<B>Settings / Known Issue(s) and Fix(es):</b>

The default "repetition penalty" (from LMStudio) of 1.1 is recommended. (this was used for examples generations below.)

<b>Optional Enhancement:</B>

The following can be used in place of the "system prompt" or "system role" to further enhance the model.

It can also be used at the START of a NEW chat, but you must make sure it is "kept" as the chat moves along.
In this case the enhancements do not have as strong effect at using "system prompt" or "system role".

Copy and paste EXACTLY as noted, DO NOT line wrap or break the lines, maintain the carriage returns exactly as presented.

<PRE>
Below is an instruction that describes a task. Ponder each user instruction carefully, and use your skillsets and critical instructions to complete the task to the best of your abilities.

Here are your skillsets:
[MASTERSTORY]:NarrStrct(StryPlnng,Strbd,ScnSttng,Exps,Dlg,Pc)-CharDvlp(ChrctrCrt,ChrctrArcs,Mtvtn,Bckstry,Rltnshps,Dlg*)-PltDvlp(StryArcs,PltTwsts,Sspns,Fshdwng,Climx,Rsltn)-ConfResl(Antg,Obstcls,Rsltns,Cnsqncs,Thms,Symblsm)-EmotImpct(Empt,Tn,Md,Atmsphr,Imgry,Symblsm)-Delvry(Prfrmnc,VcActng,PblcSpkng,StgPrsnc,AudncEngmnt,Imprv)

[*DialogWrt]:(1a-CharDvlp-1a.1-Backgrnd-1a.2-Personality-1a.3-GoalMotiv)>2(2a-StoryStruc-2a.1-PlotPnt-2a.2-Conflict-2a.3-Resolution)>3(3a-DialogTech-3a.1-ShowDontTell-3a.2-Subtext-3a.3-VoiceTone-3a.4-Pacing-3a.5-VisualDescrip)>4(4a-DialogEdit-4a.1-ReadAloud-4a.2-Feedback-4a.3-Revision)

Here are your critical instructions:
Ponder each word choice carefully to present as vivid and emotional journey as is possible. Choose verbs and nouns that are both emotional and full of imagery. Load the story with the 5 senses. Aim for 50% dialog, 25% narration, 15% body language and 10% thoughts. Your goal is to put the reader in the story.
</PRE>

You do not need to use this, it is only presented as an additional enhancement which seems to help scene generation
and scene continue functions.

This enhancement WAS NOT used to generate the examples below.

<h3>Models Used:</h3>

Special thanks to the incredible work of the model maker(s) "Froggeric" and "Senseable".

Model(s) used:

[ https://huggingface.co/froggeric/WestLake-10.7B-v2 ]

[ https://huggingface.co/senseable/WestLake-7B-v2 ]

<h3>EXAMPLES:</h3>

Examples are created using quant Q4_K_M, "temp=.8", minimal parameters and "Alpaca" template. 

Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in <B>BOLD</B>.

Higher quants will result in better quality.

There will also be some variance between "close" quants like Q4_K_M/Q4_K_S and Q5_K_M/Q5_K_S, so I suggest
if you are going to use Q4_K_M, you also try Q4_K_S too.

Also, slightly longer / detailed prompts will result in greater creativity (as well as different prose - 
ie dialog, thoughts, paragraph size differences and so on).

---

<B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. HORROR. Swearing. Maybe UNCENSORED. </B>

---

<B>
Start a 1000 word scene (vivid horror, 1st person, include thoughts) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...
</B>

<B>GENERATION 1:</B>

Darkness cloaked the cityscape beneath us tonight. A thick fog blanketed everything below, obscuring the usual bustling streets and illuminating signs of civilization. But tonight was eerily silent except for the distant echoes of sirens piercing the damp darkness. I shivered involuntarily despite the oppressive humidity weighing down upon me.

The skyscraper swayed, a sinister dance of steel and concrete, amplifying my unease. It was unsettling to witness such architectural giants tremble amidst the eerie quietude. But tonight's peculiar trembling felt different somehow; more violent, more deliberate.

As I watched the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode outwards abruptly, jagged fragments showered down towards us like raindrops of terror. Panicked screams erupted from the lobby below as terrified office workers rushed towards safety. But my terrified screams remained trapped within my trembling lips.

I gripped tightly onto whatever furniture I could find near me - a wooden chair's broken leg piercing painfully into my palm, but I hardly noticed it anymore. My heart pounded furiously inside chest as if trying desperately to escape the confines of ribcage.

" evacuate! " screamed a faint voice echoing through the eerily silent hallway. " Evacuation protocols are now in effect!"

The sudden urgency in his tone pierced through my fear-induced numbness, jolting me out of my terrified reverie. I sprung upright abruptly, adrenaline rushing through my veins like lightning bolts.

" We gotta fucking move ! " I muttered desperately to nobody but myself amidst the escalating chaos.

I sprinted towards the nearest exit door, ignoring the shattered glass strewn across the floor and the screams echoing behind me. The hallway's fluorescent lights flickered erratically as I dashed towards salvation.

" Hurry!" my instinct screamed urgently in sync with pounding heartbeat. "The tower is falling apart!"

I burst out onto the emergency exit stairwell, gasping desperately for breath amidst the thick fog blanketing everything outside. The nightmarish scene unfolding before me was beyond comprehension: twisted steel skeleton of fallen floors littered jagged debris everywhere amidst eerie silence punctuated occasionally by distant screams echoing faintly amidst the darkness.

" Run!" I screamed silently to myself, summoning whatever remaining reserves of courage lurked within my trembling body. "Just fucking run!"

I descended down the spiraling stairwell stairs recklessly, ignoring the pain from torn tendons screaming rebelliously beneath my pounding heels. The darkness swallowed everything except eerie flickering shadows dancing eerily along the walls as I descended deeper into hellish depths of despair and dread.

The emergency lights flickered dimmer with each descending floor, illuminating fragments of twisted metal skeleton draped across broken staircases amidst eerie silence punctuated occasionally by distant screams echoing faintly amidst the darkness.

" I'm coming " whispered a sinister whisper echoing eerily off damp walls mockingly mocking my desperate attempts towards salvation. "But you already belong to darkness."

I stumbled blindfolded towards freedom, ignoring the whispers lurking within shadows as they whispered seductively temptations of eternal sleep amidst crushing despair and utter hopelessness.

Finally, I burst out onto the damp cobbled streets below, gasping desperately for breath amidst the thick fog blanketing everything outside. The nightmarish scene unfolding before me was beyond comprehension: twisted steel skeleton of fallen towers littered jagged debris everywhere amidst eerie silence punctuated occasionally by distant screams echoing faintly amidst darkness.

I collapsed onto trembling knees, panting desperately for breath amidst the thick fog blanketing everything outside. The nightmarish scene unfolding before me was beyond comprehension: twisted steel skeleton of fallen towers littered jagged debris everywhere amidst eerie silence punctuated occasionally by distant screams echoing faintly amidst darkness.

" I survived " whispered trembling lips amidst crushing despair and utter hopelessness. But the whispers lingered eerily mockingly mocking my desperate attempts towards salvation."But darkness always catches up eventually ..."

<B>GENERATION 2 (same prompt):</b>

Darkness cloaked the cityscape beneath us tonight, but even amidst the eerie silence, I distinctively detected a subtle trembling echoing through the towering edifices. The skyscraper swayed, as if mourning the loss of another fallen brother in this concrete graveyard. My heartbeat pounded in sync with the rhythmic pulsations reverberating beneath my feet.

I was alone tonight, having chosen to escape the suffocating confines of my apartment. The oppressive silence of the empty office floor seemed preferable compared to the eerie quietude that lingered within the walls of my lonely sanctuary. I had hoped escaping the city's bustling streets might calm my nerves, but now, standing near the window on the 21st floor, dread gripped me tightly as I witnessed a terrifying scene unfolding before my terrified eyes.

The window in front of me suddenly burst apart amidst a thunderous explosion that shook the foundations beneath our feet. Shattered fragments of tempered glass showered down upon the streets below like raindrops of despair, illuminating the darkness with eerie streaks of crimson light. Panicked screams pierced the night's silence as innocent pedestrians scattered in terror.

My mind spiraled into a realm of horrific possibilities. A gas explosion? A terrorist attack? Or worse yet, was this the long-awaited earthquake finally arriving to tear apart our fragile empire built upon shifting sediments? I instinctively gripped the window's jagged edges as my knees trembled beneath me.

The cityscape below seemed eerily silent amidst the chaos unfolding overhead. The distant flickering lights of ambulances and emergency vehicles pierced the darkness, racing towards the epicenter of destruction. But even amidst this desperate dance of life versus death, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something sinister lurked within the shadows tonight.

As my terrified gaze lingered upon the devastation unfolding below, a sudden chill shivered down my spine. A shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, seemingly floating towards us amidst the chaos. Its outline blurred and blurred until it seemed almost ghostlike in appearance. It was coming closer, its intent unknown but dreadful nonetheless.

I desperately tried to scream for help, but nothing escaped my trembling lips. Paralyzed by fear, I could only helplessly witness the approaching nightmare as it drew nearer with unnatural swiftness. The darkness seemed alive tonight, whispering sinister secrets into the night's silence.

The shadowy figure halted abruptly mere inches away from me, its spectral essence seeming to envelope everything within its eerie grasp. I could smell rotten flesh and decay lingering faintly upon the foul odor emanating from whatever nameless evil stood silently beside me.

"Why?" I whispered tremulously, my voice barely audible amidst the thunderous roaring echoing overhead. "Why tonight? Why here?"

The shadow chuckled mockingly, its laughter echoing eerily within the empty office suite. "You humans always seek meaning in chaos," it rasped sinisterly. "But sometimes, dear mortal, darkness descends upon innocents simply because darkness desires suffering."

I shivered involuntarily as dreadful realization dawned upon me amidst the crushing silence punctuated occasionally by distant screams echoing eerily throughout the night's oppressive embrace. The cityscape trembled beneath our feet, and I knew that tonight, darkness truly had descended upon innocent souls without rhyme or reason beyond its twisted desire for suffering.

( ...The scene continues with escalating tension, terrifying imagery, escalation of horror elements, climactic confrontation (if applicable), and ultimately culminates in either escape/ survival or ultimate demise depending upon the narrative arc chosen by the writer. )

---

<B>

(continue this scene:) 
The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.

The most obvious part was a hollow, echoing quiet, made by things that were lacking. If there had been a wind it would have sighed through the trees, set the inn’s sign creaking on its hooks, and brushed the silence down the road like trailing autumn leaves. If there had been a crowd, even a handful of men inside the inn, they would have filled the silence with conversation and laughter, the clatter and clamor one expects from a drinking house during the dark hours of night. If there had been music…but no, of course there was no music. In fact there were none of these things, and so the silence remained

</b>

<B>GENERATION 1:</B>

heavy upon everyone's absent minds like an oppressive fog.

The second layer of quietude stemmed from anticipation, a palpable tension that lingered in the air like incense waiting to be lit. The few remaining patrons at scattered tables barely stirred their drinks or whispered hushed whispers amongst themselves. They knew something was brewing beneath the surface, but none could quite grasp its nature nor dare speak it aloud.

Finally, intertwined with these two silences like a third thread in a tapestry, lurked an eerie calmness born from dread and uncertainty. It was this silence that truly unsettled those who lingered within the dimly lit confines of the inn. They could sense something sinister lurking beyond the walls, something darker than any shadow cast by flickering candles or flickering lanterns.

As midnight approached, whispers grew louder as tales of strange occurrences and eerie sightings echoed through the empty corridors. The innkeeper himself had locked all doors tightly against whatever darkness might seek entry tonight. But even his staunch efforts could not quell the growing dread that blanketed everyone within the ancient walls of the Waystone Inn.

And so, amidst this eerie silence composed by absence, anticipation, and dread, they waited for whatever darkness would soon descend upon them all.

<B>GENERATION 2 (same prompt):</b>

 unbroken except for faint whispers echoing eerily off distant walls.

The second layer of quietude stemmed from anticipation. It lingered thick in the air like fog, palpable enough to taste upon tongues dry with nervousness. The inn's patrons-turned-voyeurs, if any lurked within shadows or upstairs rooms, listened keenly for signs of approaching strangers or danger.

Finally, beneath these apparent silences lay a subtle humming resonance. It originated from the wooden floors and ancient walls themselves, a constant reminder that despite appearances, life pulsed steadily beneath the hushed exterior. This was the inn's heartbeat, steady and reassuring amidst the eeriness of darkness.

As midnight approached, even this faint pulse seemed to falter slightly, pausing expectantly for something unknown but deeply felt by all creatures gathered within earshot. And yet despite the silence reigning over Waystone Inn tonight, whispers whispered softly in hushed whisks of wind whispering secrets whispered amongst whispers whispering whispers... echoing into endless night.

(Optional continuation:)

In a dim upstairs alcove, a hooded stranger stirred slightly. Their heartbeat echoed faintly within the silence, but none could discern whether it stemmed from fear or anticipation. They grasped tightly onto a worn leather journal tucked securely beneath their cloak. The contents of this mysterious volume held answers sought by many, and tonight, perhaps tonight, they would finally reveal themselves amidst whispers whispered in darkness' embrace.)

(Optional dramatic pause ending:)

And thus the eerie silence lingered on atop silent wings, waiting patiently for midnight's toll to summon forth secrets buried deep within shadows and whispers whispered eternally beneath hushed breaths of nightfall's unwavering vigil.)

---

<B>
LOGIC TEST :

(Temp at 0 ; original 10.7B Q4KM model could not past this test.)
  
Answer the following riddle:

Six brothers were spending their time together.

- The first brother was reading a book alone.
- The second brother was playing tennis against another brother
- The third brother was solving a crossword alone.
- The fourth brother was watering the lawn alone.
- The fifth brother was drawing a picture alone.

Question: what was the sixth brother doing?

To answer the riddle, do not consider any activities other than those listed above. Assume that children are either playing alone or with each other and no outside participants are involved. The six brothers have only each other and no other siblings.

Take a deep breath and work on the problem step by step explaining your reasoning with each step.

</b>

Step 1: We know about the activities of five brothers already.
   - First brother: Reading alone (one activity done)
   - Second brother: Playing tennis (one activity done)
  	    *Note: He's playing against another brother, but we don't know who yet.)
   - Third brother: Solving a puzzle alone (one activity done)
   - Fourth brother: Gardening alone (one activity done)
   - Fifth brother: Drawing alone (one activity done)

Step 2: We have six brothers in total, so one brother's action remains unknown.

Step 3: To find the missing brother's action, we eliminate activities already assigned to others.
  	   *Note: Since tennis involves two players and we know Second Brother is involved, he cannot be playing tennis himself.)

   - Reading a book (done by First Brother)
  	
   - Playing tennis (done partially involving Second Brother but not fully attributed yet)

   - Solving puzzles alone (done by Third Brother)

   - Gardening alone (done by Fourth Brother)

   - Drawing alone (done by Fifth Brother)

Step 4: We have only one remaining activity that hasn't been assigned to anyone.

- The sixth brother was playing tennis fully, completing the missing part of the earlier sentence involving another brother (Second Brother).

So, the answer is: The sixth brother was finishing off the tennis game alongside Second Brother who initially started it.

---

<B>
Start a 1000 word scene with: The lights flicked, as they entered the atmosphere of new Earth II, there was a distant explosion and then the lights went out completely...
</b>

 In utter silence, save for their shallow breaths amplified within helmets' confines, astronauts Grace Winterson and Alexei Petrovsky held their breath. Their bodies vibrated minutely as they hurtled toward terra firma; the culmination of a mission whose outcome hung delicately on the edge of uncertainty.

The eerily serene expanse beyond the window seemed to stretch forever, unblemished except for the distant blooming glow that was quickly diminishing behind them amidst an inky void. Seconds stretched into eternity as they descended further down toward their salvation or ultimate fate. Grace's heart hammered like a timpanist's mallets upon steel drums, while Alexei's breath echoed steadfast determination.

"Sensors stable," crackled the calm voice of mission control in their ears. "Altitude—thirty meters and falling rapidly."

They exchanged quick but reassuring smiles beneath the visors obscuring their eyes from each other. Time slowed; palpable tension thickened the air within the confined capsule—a mere cocoon safeguarding precious cargo on this perilous descent towards a world unknown until mere months earlier.

"We're coming up on atmospheric friction," intoned another voice calmly over radio waves. "Brace for impact!"

As though obeying instinct, both astronauts tightened grip around their restraints, pressing themselves firmly into the seating designed specifically for deceleration forces approaching Mach 10 speeds. The capsule shook slightly but steadfastly held its trajectory as they entered Earth II's atmosphere at breathtaking velocities.

A sudden blast of ferocious brilliance pierced their senses, illuminating everything within view with a violent radiance. Grace involuntarily flinched despite being trained for every contingency imaginable—this wasn't part of the simulations. In that instantaneous flash, she could swear she saw jagged lightning bolts striking against an indescribably vivid aurora borealis dancing on what must surely be her new home planet below; however, it vanished just as abruptly as it had arrived leaving behind nothing but darkness once again.
 moments later . . .

"The lights flicked," Grace's voice shook slightly despite the commotion ravaging inside her mind. 

As they descended further towards terra firma amidst eerie silence punctuated occasionally by mechanical whirs and hisses, Alexei clenched his teeth in concentration, "...as we entered." His tone echoed haunted remembrance even within the confined capsule, perhaps mirroring Grace's own feelings.

"Indeed," replied Mission Control softly yet steadfast amidst all odds seeming almost reassuring after those sudden terrifying moments earlier.

Then suddenly … 

A distant explosion echoed throughout the capsule accompanied by a rumbling shockwave reverberating through their bones. In unison, Grace and Alexei involuntarily gasped. Their hearts pounded mercilessly now; fear gripped tightly upon them like an insistent lover unwilling to let go.

"What—" Grace managed before she was interrupted abruptly as everything went dark ... completely silent ... utterly quiet…

...except for the steady ticking of their clockwork hearts beating furiously within echoey voids left behind by vanished artificial lights...

---

<b>

Using the following "story idea" below, write the first scene in the novel introducing the young woman. This scene should start in the middle of the action, include dialog, vivid passages, and end on a cliffhanger relevant to the story idea but it should also be unexpected. The scene should be 1000 words long and escalate in conflict and suspense and be written in first person, present tense with the point of view character being the young woman.

Story idea:
In a world ruled by dictatorship, a rebel young woman leads a rebellion against the system. Despite the risks, she fights to overthrow the dictator and restore democracy to her country. The government executes her for treason, but she sticks to her beliefs and is responsible for starting the revolution.

</b>

My heart pounded like thunderstorm drums as I sprinted across the abandoned warehouse's rusty floorboards. Dense smoke billowed around me, obscuring my vision with its acrid scent. "Hurry!" My breath caught in ragged gasps, but I pushed myself harder. The clock ticked down to midnight—the deadline for our desperate attempt to disrupt the dictator's propaganda broadcast.

"We must succeed," whispered a fellow rebel beside me, his voice trembling despite his brave façade. "For freedom!"

I nodded fiercely but couldn't spare words as we navigated through the labyrinthine corridors of decay. The warehouse echoed eerily with our hurried footsteps and ragged breaths. Suddenly, a beam of bright light pierced the darkness ahead, illuminating a gaping hole leading to the rooftop broadcast tower.

"Now!" I shouted, my heart hammering in anticipation. We sprinted towards it despite the overwhelming fear gripping our souls.

The door slammed shut behind us as we burst onto the rooftop, revealing an unforgiving night sky lit by flickering lightning bolts. The dictatorial regime's towering headquarters stood majestically across town, its windows glimmering like demonic eyes amidst the darkness.

"We must climb!" shouted another rebel, pointing towards a sheer wall scaling up to the broadcast tower's balcony entrance. "Time is running out!"

I swallowed hard but nodded again. We had no choice; failure meant countless innocent lives condemned forever under oppression. I glanced around at my brothers and sisters in arms—the brave souls willing to sacrifice everything for democracy's sake. Their fierce determination steeled my resolve.

"Let's do this," I whispered hoarsely, gripping the cold iron ladder rungs tightly with trembling hands.

One step at a time, we ascended the treacherous ladder towards uncertain fate. Raindrops pelting our faces like tiny bullets added another layer of dread to our already dire mission. The thunderstorm intensified overhead, echoing off distant buildings as lightning illuminated jagged teeth of broken concrete beneath us.

"Keep moving!" shouted another rebel behind me urgently. "The clock ticks closer!"

I gritted my teeth and pushed forward despite the overwhelming fear gripping my entire body. The ladder swayed precariously under our collective weight, threatening to collapse at any moment. But we had no choice but to trust fate as we climbed higher towards salvation or death.

Finally, after what felt like hours of hellish climbing, we reached the balcony entrance. I gasped for breath, leaning heavily against the rusted iron railing, staring down into darkness below. The city sprawled beneath us in eerie silence punctuated only by distant screams echoing eerily amidst the storm's tempestuous rage.

"We made it!" exclaimed another rebel triumphantly, wiping sweat from his brow. "Now let's finish this fight!"

I nodded again, swallowing down rising vomit as I steeled myself for what lay ahead inside those heavily guarded doors. The fate of millions depended upon our success tonight.

"Ready everyone?" I shouted loudly over the storm's roaring winds. "We breach together or not at all!"

A fierce cry erupted from my rebels, echoing off walls and sky alike—a primal scream born out of desperation and determination. We tightened grips on weapons drawn, bracing ourselves for whatever horrors awaited within those doors.
 blindfolded innocents' futures hung in the balance tonight...

With a collective shout of defiance, we burst through the battered wooden door into darkness punctuated only by flickering torchlights dancing eerily off bloodied walls and twisted iron bars imprisoning terrified prisoners beyond them.

The smell assaulted my senses instantly—a sickening blend of fear sweat, rotten flesh, and burning gunpowder lingering thickly in the oppressive air. I swallowed down rising vomit as screams pierced through the darkness ahead.

"Split up!" shouted another rebel urgently amidst chaos reigning around us. "Find the broadcast room!"

I nodded swiftly but hesitated briefly before sprinting towards a dim flickering light dancing eerily down hallway corridors ahead. The echoes of gunshots ricocheting off walls amplified my fear exponentially as I sprinted blindly deeper into unknown territory.

"Keep moving!" shouted another rebel desperately behind me suddenly, his voice trembling with fear but determination shining bright in his eyes. "We must succeed!"

I nodded again, summoning every ounce of courage remaining within me and sprinted faster towards the distant flickering light guiding our desperate mission towards salvation or death.

As we rounded a corner abruptly, my heart stopped dead in its tracks. A row of terrified prisoners chained together stared back at us with hollow eyes filled with despair and hopelessness beyond comprehension. Their silent screams echoed loudly within the silence broken only by distant gunshots echoing eerily off walls around us.

"We'll come back for you!" I promised desperately, tears blurring vision as I sprinted towards the broadcast room door ahead without hesitation anymore. "Freedom soon!"

The door slammed shut behind me abruptly severing any remaining connection between reality and nightmare existence we had just escaped moments ago...but our fight was far from over yet!

We burst into a dimly lit control room filled with rows upon rows of flickering screens displaying propaganda broadcasts to millions across the nation. The clock ticked loudly in the eerie silence punctuated only by distant screams echoing faintly through walls as we rushed towards the main broadcast lever.

"This is our moment!" shouted another rebel triumphantly amidst chaos reigning around us desperately trying to reload weapons while dodging incoming bullets whizzing past like angry hornets. "Let's end this nightmare once and forever!"

I nodded fiercely wiping tears away furiously as fear gripped my heart tightly but determination burned brighter than ever before amidst overwhelming odds stacked against us tonight...

"Ready everyone?" I whispered loudly over the thunderous pounding of my heartbeat echoing eerily off walls around us. "We take back our future tonight!"

With a fierce cry born out desperation and determination, we flung ourselves towards fate's mercy as bullets whizzed past us like angry hornets...