The bhajans of Mirabai dancing before the Giridhara, silence is rarely peace, all space is free and ours to claim even unto death, repeat the tedious until it begins to consume. And I read ælməˌdʒɛst, one phonon at a time. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. Surreal. By Joao Ruas.
017
Seedream
"Here, go down from the sky and observe the silence that surrounds us! Time seems to have stopped the passages of the people. The roofs of the houses are still raised, but the windows close as if there was no one there anymore there. The waterfall that is extends in front of you is a bit like a path of treasures, but there is nothing to find. Suggestion: Atmosphere: a mysterious and lonely atmosphere. The character of the protagonist: a girl of about 16 years old, with a curious and restless expression. His voice could be light and often irreve out in the silence of the woods. The goal: the girl should try to understand what happened to this abandoned village, if it was not intercepted by the mercenaries or by the writings of the people who lived there. It could also try to find a way to reach nearby houses to find out something more. Instruments: A cellular it with an ongoing 1200 call. A hat and umbrellas to protect yourself from the sun and rain. A small map of the surrounding area, with nearby houses. A piece of paper and a marker for writing.
0132
FLUX
"Here, go down from the sky and observe the silence that surrounds us! Time seems to have stopped the passages of the people. The roofs of the houses are still raised, but the windows close as if there was no one there anymore there. The waterfall that is extends in front of you is a bit like a path of treasures, but there is nothing to find. Suggestion: Atmosphere: a mysterious and lonely atmosphere. The character of the protagonist: a girl of about 16 years old, with a curious and restless expression. His voice could be light and often irreve out in the silence of the woods. The goal: the girl should try to understand what happened to this abandoned village, if it was not intercepted by the mercenaries or by the writings of the people who lived there. It could also try to find a way to reach nearby houses to find out something more. Instruments: A cellular it with an ongoing 1200 call. A hat and umbrellas to protect yourself from the sun and rain. A small map of the surrounding area, with nearby houses. A piece of paper and a marker for writing.
0104
FLUX
Camera: Static wide shot; an open view of a forgotten garden. Setting: Leafless trees, a rusted bench, wet ground from rain that fell hours ago. Sound: Wind blowing, dry leaves rustling, the distant caw of a crow. Atmosphere: A garden that was once beautiful, now void of human presence. In the distance, a faint mist rises from the ground. Change: After a few moments, a figure slowly enters the frame. His steps crunch the fallen leaves beneath him.
139
FLUX
: Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.
181
FLUX
Camera: Isolated, slow-motion shots of leaves swirling in the air. Mood: Outward calm, but laced with doubt and disorientation. Lighting: The leaves barely reflect the sky’s light; they’re dull and faded. Inner Monologue (Voice-over or internal): "The moment I set pen to paper… my mind starts throwing stones."
065
FLUX
The bhajans of Mirabai dancing before the Giridhara, silence is rarely peace, all space is free and ours to claim even unto death, repeat the tedious until it begins to consume. And I read ælməˌdʒɛst, one phonon at a time. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. Surreal. By Joao Ruas.
017
Seedream
"Here, go down from the sky and observe the silence that surrounds us! Time seems to have stopped the passages of the people. The roofs of the houses are still raised, but the windows close as if there was no one there anymore there. The waterfall that is extends in front of you is a bit like a path of treasures, but there is nothing to find. Suggestion: Atmosphere: a mysterious and lonely atmosphere. The character of the protagonist: a girl of about 16 years old, with a curious and restless expression. His voice could be light and often irreve out in the silence of the woods. The goal: the girl should try to understand what happened to this abandoned village, if it was not intercepted by the mercenaries or by the writings of the people who lived there. It could also try to find a way to reach nearby houses to find out something more. Instruments: A cellular it with an ongoing 1200 call. A hat and umbrellas to protect yourself from the sun and rain. A small map of the surrounding area, with nearby houses. A piece of paper and a marker for writing.
0104
FLUX
Camera: Isolated, slow-motion shots of leaves swirling in the air. Mood: Outward calm, but laced with doubt and disorientation. Lighting: The leaves barely reflect the sky’s light; they’re dull and faded. Inner Monologue (Voice-over or internal): "The moment I set pen to paper… my mind starts throwing stones."
065
FLUX
"Here, go down from the sky and observe the silence that surrounds us! Time seems to have stopped the passages of the people. The roofs of the houses are still raised, but the windows close as if there was no one there anymore there. The waterfall that is extends in front of you is a bit like a path of treasures, but there is nothing to find. Suggestion: Atmosphere: a mysterious and lonely atmosphere. The character of the protagonist: a girl of about 16 years old, with a curious and restless expression. His voice could be light and often irreve out in the silence of the woods. The goal: the girl should try to understand what happened to this abandoned village, if it was not intercepted by the mercenaries or by the writings of the people who lived there. It could also try to find a way to reach nearby houses to find out something more. Instruments: A cellular it with an ongoing 1200 call. A hat and umbrellas to protect yourself from the sun and rain. A small map of the surrounding area, with nearby houses. A piece of paper and a marker for writing.
0132
FLUX
Camera: Static wide shot; an open view of a forgotten garden. Setting: Leafless trees, a rusted bench, wet ground from rain that fell hours ago. Sound: Wind blowing, dry leaves rustling, the distant caw of a crow. Atmosphere: A garden that was once beautiful, now void of human presence. In the distance, a faint mist rises from the ground. Change: After a few moments, a figure slowly enters the frame. His steps crunch the fallen leaves beneath him.
139
FLUX
: Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.
181
FLUX
Camera: Static wide shot; an open view of a forgotten garden. Setting: Leafless trees, a rusted bench, wet ground from rain that fell hours ago. Sound: Wind blowing, dry leaves rustling, the distant caw of a crow. Atmosphere: A garden that was once beautiful, now void of human presence. In the distance, a faint mist rises from the ground. Change: After a few moments, a figure slowly enters the frame. His steps crunch the fallen leaves beneath him.
139
FLUX
Camera: Isolated, slow-motion shots of leaves swirling in the air. Mood: Outward calm, but laced with doubt and disorientation. Lighting: The leaves barely reflect the sky’s light; they’re dull and faded. Inner Monologue (Voice-over or internal): "The moment I set pen to paper… my mind starts throwing stones."
065
FLUX
The bhajans of Mirabai dancing before the Giridhara, silence is rarely peace, all space is free and ours to claim even unto death, repeat the tedious until it begins to consume. And I read ælməˌdʒɛst, one phonon at a time. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. Surreal. By Joao Ruas.
017
Seedream
"Here, go down from the sky and observe the silence that surrounds us! Time seems to have stopped the passages of the people. The roofs of the houses are still raised, but the windows close as if there was no one there anymore there. The waterfall that is extends in front of you is a bit like a path of treasures, but there is nothing to find. Suggestion: Atmosphere: a mysterious and lonely atmosphere. The character of the protagonist: a girl of about 16 years old, with a curious and restless expression. His voice could be light and often irreve out in the silence of the woods. The goal: the girl should try to understand what happened to this abandoned village, if it was not intercepted by the mercenaries or by the writings of the people who lived there. It could also try to find a way to reach nearby houses to find out something more. Instruments: A cellular it with an ongoing 1200 call. A hat and umbrellas to protect yourself from the sun and rain. A small map of the surrounding area, with nearby houses. A piece of paper and a marker for writing.
0132
FLUX
: Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.
181
FLUX
"Here, go down from the sky and observe the silence that surrounds us! Time seems to have stopped the passages of the people. The roofs of the houses are still raised, but the windows close as if there was no one there anymore there. The waterfall that is extends in front of you is a bit like a path of treasures, but there is nothing to find. Suggestion: Atmosphere: a mysterious and lonely atmosphere. The character of the protagonist: a girl of about 16 years old, with a curious and restless expression. His voice could be light and often irreve out in the silence of the woods. The goal: the girl should try to understand what happened to this abandoned village, if it was not intercepted by the mercenaries or by the writings of the people who lived there. It could also try to find a way to reach nearby houses to find out something more. Instruments: A cellular it with an ongoing 1200 call. A hat and umbrellas to protect yourself from the sun and rain. A small map of the surrounding area, with nearby houses. A piece of paper and a marker for writing.
0104
FLUX
The bhajans of Mirabai dancing before the Giridhara, silence is rarely peace, all space is free and ours to claim even unto death, repeat the tedious until it begins to consume. And I read ælməˌdʒɛst, one phonon at a time. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. Surreal. By Joao Ruas.
017
Seedream
"Here, go down from the sky and observe the silence that surrounds us! Time seems to have stopped the passages of the people. The roofs of the houses are still raised, but the windows close as if there was no one there anymore there. The waterfall that is extends in front of you is a bit like a path of treasures, but there is nothing to find. Suggestion: Atmosphere: a mysterious and lonely atmosphere. The character of the protagonist: a girl of about 16 years old, with a curious and restless expression. His voice could be light and often irreve out in the silence of the woods. The goal: the girl should try to understand what happened to this abandoned village, if it was not intercepted by the mercenaries or by the writings of the people who lived there. It could also try to find a way to reach nearby houses to find out something more. Instruments: A cellular it with an ongoing 1200 call. A hat and umbrellas to protect yourself from the sun and rain. A small map of the surrounding area, with nearby houses. A piece of paper and a marker for writing.
0104
FLUX
Camera: Isolated, slow-motion shots of leaves swirling in the air. Mood: Outward calm, but laced with doubt and disorientation. Lighting: The leaves barely reflect the sky’s light; they’re dull and faded. Inner Monologue (Voice-over or internal): "The moment I set pen to paper… my mind starts throwing stones."
065
FLUX
: Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.
181
FLUX
"Here, go down from the sky and observe the silence that surrounds us! Time seems to have stopped the passages of the people. The roofs of the houses are still raised, but the windows close as if there was no one there anymore there. The waterfall that is extends in front of you is a bit like a path of treasures, but there is nothing to find. Suggestion: Atmosphere: a mysterious and lonely atmosphere. The character of the protagonist: a girl of about 16 years old, with a curious and restless expression. His voice could be light and often irreve out in the silence of the woods. The goal: the girl should try to understand what happened to this abandoned village, if it was not intercepted by the mercenaries or by the writings of the people who lived there. It could also try to find a way to reach nearby houses to find out something more. Instruments: A cellular it with an ongoing 1200 call. A hat and umbrellas to protect yourself from the sun and rain. A small map of the surrounding area, with nearby houses. A piece of paper and a marker for writing.
0132
FLUX
Camera: Static wide shot; an open view of a forgotten garden. Setting: Leafless trees, a rusted bench, wet ground from rain that fell hours ago. Sound: Wind blowing, dry leaves rustling, the distant caw of a crow. Atmosphere: A garden that was once beautiful, now void of human presence. In the distance, a faint mist rises from the ground. Change: After a few moments, a figure slowly enters the frame. His steps crunch the fallen leaves beneath him.
139
FLUX
"Here, go down from the sky and observe the silence that surrounds us! Time seems to have stopped the passages of the people. The roofs of the houses are still raised, but the windows close as if there was no one there anymore there. The waterfall that is extends in front of you is a bit like a path of treasures, but there is nothing to find. Suggestion: Atmosphere: a mysterious and lonely atmosphere. The character of the protagonist: a girl of about 16 years old, with a curious and restless expression. His voice could be light and often irreve out in the silence of the woods. The goal: the girl should try to understand what happened to this abandoned village, if it was not intercepted by the mercenaries or by the writings of the people who lived there. It could also try to find a way to reach nearby houses to find out something more. Instruments: A cellular it with an ongoing 1200 call. A hat and umbrellas to protect yourself from the sun and rain. A small map of the surrounding area, with nearby houses. A piece of paper and a marker for writing.
0132
FLUX
: Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.
181
FLUX
Camera: Isolated, slow-motion shots of leaves swirling in the air. Mood: Outward calm, but laced with doubt and disorientation. Lighting: The leaves barely reflect the sky’s light; they’re dull and faded. Inner Monologue (Voice-over or internal): "The moment I set pen to paper… my mind starts throwing stones."
065
FLUX
"Here, go down from the sky and observe the silence that surrounds us! Time seems to have stopped the passages of the people. The roofs of the houses are still raised, but the windows close as if there was no one there anymore there. The waterfall that is extends in front of you is a bit like a path of treasures, but there is nothing to find. Suggestion: Atmosphere: a mysterious and lonely atmosphere. The character of the protagonist: a girl of about 16 years old, with a curious and restless expression. His voice could be light and often irreve out in the silence of the woods. The goal: the girl should try to understand what happened to this abandoned village, if it was not intercepted by the mercenaries or by the writings of the people who lived there. It could also try to find a way to reach nearby houses to find out something more. Instruments: A cellular it with an ongoing 1200 call. A hat and umbrellas to protect yourself from the sun and rain. A small map of the surrounding area, with nearby houses. A piece of paper and a marker for writing.
0104
FLUX
The bhajans of Mirabai dancing before the Giridhara, silence is rarely peace, all space is free and ours to claim even unto death, repeat the tedious until it begins to consume. And I read ælməˌdʒɛst, one phonon at a time. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. Surreal. By Joao Ruas.
017
Seedream
Camera: Static wide shot; an open view of a forgotten garden. Setting: Leafless trees, a rusted bench, wet ground from rain that fell hours ago. Sound: Wind blowing, dry leaves rustling, the distant caw of a crow. Atmosphere: A garden that was once beautiful, now void of human presence. In the distance, a faint mist rises from the ground. Change: After a few moments, a figure slowly enters the frame. His steps crunch the fallen leaves beneath him.
139
FLUX
Camera: Isolated, slow-motion shots of leaves swirling in the air. Mood: Outward calm, but laced with doubt and disorientation. Lighting: The leaves barely reflect the sky’s light; they’re dull and faded. Inner Monologue (Voice-over or internal): "The moment I set pen to paper… my mind starts throwing stones."
065
FLUX
"Here, go down from the sky and observe the silence that surrounds us! Time seems to have stopped the passages of the people. The roofs of the houses are still raised, but the windows close as if there was no one there anymore there. The waterfall that is extends in front of you is a bit like a path of treasures, but there is nothing to find. Suggestion: Atmosphere: a mysterious and lonely atmosphere. The character of the protagonist: a girl of about 16 years old, with a curious and restless expression. His voice could be light and often irreve out in the silence of the woods. The goal: the girl should try to understand what happened to this abandoned village, if it was not intercepted by the mercenaries or by the writings of the people who lived there. It could also try to find a way to reach nearby houses to find out something more. Instruments: A cellular it with an ongoing 1200 call. A hat and umbrellas to protect yourself from the sun and rain. A small map of the surrounding area, with nearby houses. A piece of paper and a marker for writing.
0132
FLUX
"Here, go down from the sky and observe the silence that surrounds us! Time seems to have stopped the passages of the people. The roofs of the houses are still raised, but the windows close as if there was no one there anymore there. The waterfall that is extends in front of you is a bit like a path of treasures, but there is nothing to find. Suggestion: Atmosphere: a mysterious and lonely atmosphere. The character of the protagonist: a girl of about 16 years old, with a curious and restless expression. His voice could be light and often irreve out in the silence of the woods. The goal: the girl should try to understand what happened to this abandoned village, if it was not intercepted by the mercenaries or by the writings of the people who lived there. It could also try to find a way to reach nearby houses to find out something more. Instruments: A cellular it with an ongoing 1200 call. A hat and umbrellas to protect yourself from the sun and rain. A small map of the surrounding area, with nearby houses. A piece of paper and a marker for writing.
0104
FLUX
: Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.
181
FLUX
The bhajans of Mirabai dancing before the Giridhara, silence is rarely peace, all space is free and ours to claim even unto death, repeat the tedious until it begins to consume. And I read ælməˌdʒɛst, one phonon at a time. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. Surreal. By Joao Ruas.
017
Seedream
Camera: Static wide shot; an open view of a forgotten garden. Setting: Leafless trees, a rusted bench, wet ground from rain that fell hours ago. Sound: Wind blowing, dry leaves rustling, the distant caw of a crow. Atmosphere: A garden that was once beautiful, now void of human presence. In the distance, a faint mist rises from the ground. Change: After a few moments, a figure slowly enters the frame. His steps crunch the fallen leaves beneath him.
139
FLUX