as if resisting the deceleration prompts

3 months ago

A dynamic, slightly disorienting shot as the magical energy begins to slow down, reflecting the ritardando. The glowing fugue lines, which were so fast, now stretch and pull, becoming elongated and distorted, as if resisting the deceleration. The brilliant, clashing colors of the magic (neon lime green, fuchsia) begin to fade slightly, becoming less aggressive. The Maestro, a high-statured, slender figure with a dramatic, almost bird-like presence; his face that of an eccentric genius with sharp cheekbones, bushy eyebrows, and a gaze oscillating between manic joy and pure panic. He is dressed in a custom-tailored, crimson velvet tailcoat with gold embroidery over a wild 70s-patterned shirt. His unkempt, grey-streaked mane of hair stands in all directions, as if recently electrocuted. His wild, manic joy on his face shifts subtly to a look of intense concentration, almost strain, as he attempts to rein in the unleashed power with his flute. The surrounding Baroque-surreal architecture seems to stabilize slightly, momentarily less chaotic.​​​