Contents
- 1 About Prompt
- 2 Prompt Details
- 2.1 🎬 Scene 1
- 2.2 Characters:
- 2.3 Dialogues:
- 2.4 🎬 Scene 2
- 2.5 Characters:
- 2.6 Dialogues:
- 2.7 🎬 Scene 3
- 2.8 Characters:
- 2.9 Dialogues:
- 2.10 🎬 Scene 4
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- 2.13 🎬 Scene 5
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- 2.16 🎬 Scene 6
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- 2.19 🎬 Scene 7
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- 2.22 🎬 Scene 8
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- 2.25 🎬 Scene 9
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- 2.28 🎬 Scene 10
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- 2.31 🎬 Scene 11
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- 2.34 🎬 Scene 12
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- 2.37 🎬 Scene 13
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- 2.40 🎬 Scene 14
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- 2.43 🎬 Scene 15
- 2.44 Characters:
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- 3 Related
About Prompt
- Prompt Type – Scene-by-Scene
- Genre – Thriller
- Dialogues Language – Hindi
- Prompt Platform – Google Veo
- Prompt Language – English
- Category – Video/Story
- Prompt Title – AFTER WORLD WAR 3 – A Vlogger Journey Through the Ruins of Earth in Year 2099
Prompt Details
🎬 Scene 1
Characters:
- Name: Aarav
- Appearance: A man in his mid-20s, with a lean build and around 5’10” height. He has tousled, jet-black hair that falls over his forehead, expressive dark brown eyes that currently reflect deep shock and fear, and a well-defined jawline with a hint of stubble. His skin is a light brown, now smudged with dust.
- Clothing: A modern, slightly oversized black hoodie with a minimalist white graphic on the front, dark grey cargo pants with multiple pockets, and worn-in, high-top sneakers. On his left wrist is a sleek, black smartwatch with a cracked screen that displays flickering static.
- Voice: A clear, urban North Indian (Delhi/Mumbai) accent. His tone is typically energetic and engaging for his vlog, but is now reduced to shaky, breathless whispers and panicked exclamations. The Hindi spoken is modern, but here it’s pure, terrified Hindi. The tone is dramatic and emotionally raw, reflecting profound disbelief and terror.
- Personality: Tech-savvy, curious, and usually confident. His vlogger persona is a thin veneer for a deeply empathetic but now overwhelmed individual. His movements are jerky and uncertain, his face a canvas of raw fear, confusion, and a desperate, flickering instinct to document the unbelievable.
An ultra-realistic, cinematic shot opens with a jarring glitch effect, as if reality itself is tearing apart. For a microsecond, the frame is filled with a blinding, fractured white light and the sound of high-frequency static. The light collapses inward, revealing AARAV, a young man in modern street-wear, kneeling on cracked asphalt in a state of profound disorientation. The environment around him is a vista of utter desolation. Towering skeletons of skyscrapers, their metallic bones exposed and rusted, claw at a sickly, pale yellow sky thick with swirling, ochre-colored dust. The air is visibly dense, particulate matter catching the weak sunlight like malevolent glitter. A fine layer of grey, gritty ash coats everything: shattered ferroconcrete, twisted rebar jutting from the ground like broken ribs, and the desiccated remains of ancient vehicles. A small, sleek, white camera drone, shaped like a futuristic dragonfly, hovers up from Aarav’s side, its blue LED lens activating with a soft chime. The drone’s pristine technology is a stark, jarring anachronism in this world of decay. The oppressive silence is the most terrifying element, broken only by the faint, eerie whisper of the wind moving through the skeletal city and the low hum of the drone.
Dialogues:
- Aarav: (Gasping, whispering) ये… ये क्या है?
- Aarav: मैं… मैं कहाँ हूँ?
Tone: Disorienting / Ominous
Background music: Low, unsettling ambient drone with faint, high-pitched electronic static.
Camera directions: Starts with a digital glitch effect, then transitions to a low-angle shot from the ground, looking up at Aarav. The camera is shaky, handheld style. Lighting is bleak and diffused by the dust-filled sky, casting soft, indistinct shadows. The color palette is desaturated with dominant greys, browns, and a sickly yellow.
Actions: Aarav coughs, clutching his head as he slowly pushes himself up to a kneeling position. He looks around with wide, terrified eyes. His hand instinctively moves to activate his drone, which lifts off the ground beside him.
Sound design: Initial sharp crackle of static and a bass drop. Fades into an oppressive, near-total silence broken by the faint, ghostly whistle of wind and the subtle, high-tech hum of the drone’s rotors.
🎬 Scene 2
Characters:
- Name: Aarav
- Appearance: A man in his mid-20s, with a lean build and around 5’10” height. He has tousled, jet-black hair that falls over his forehead, expressive dark brown eyes that currently reflect deep shock and fear, and a well-defined jawline with a hint of stubble. His skin is a light brown, now smudged with dust.
- Clothing: A modern, slightly oversized black hoodie with a minimalist white graphic on the front, dark grey cargo pants with multiple pockets, and worn-in, high-top sneakers. On his left wrist is a sleek, black smartwatch with a cracked screen that displays flickering static.
- Voice: A clear, urban North Indian (Delhi/Mumbai) accent. His tone is typically energetic and engaging for his vlog, but is now reduced to shaky, breathless whispers and panicked exclamations. The Hindi spoken is modern, but here it’s pure, terrified Hindi. The tone is dramatic and emotionally raw, reflecting profound disbelief and terror.
- Personality: Tech-savvy, curious, and usually confident. His vlogger persona is a thin veneer for a deeply empathetic but now overwhelmed individual. His movements are jerky and uncertain, his face a canvas of raw fear, confusion, and a desperate, flickering instinct to document the unbelievable.
The perspective shifts dramatically to a breathtaking, horrifying shot from Aarav’s drone as it ascends rapidly into the toxic sky. The vast, apocalyptic panorama of a ruined metropolis, unmistakably Mumbai, unfolds below. The iconic arc of Marine Drive is now a fractured coastline being swallowed by a sludgy, grey sea. The skeletal remains of the Sea Link bridge droop into the water like a dead serpent’s spine. Where millions once lived, there is now only a sprawling necropolis of hollowed-out concrete husks and rubble-choked streets, stretching to a horizon blurred by radioactive haze. Patches of unnaturally vibrant, mutated green vegetation have begun to crawl over the ruins, a grotesque mockery of life. Below, Aarav is a tiny, insignificant figure, a ghost from a dead past standing in the heart of a dead future. The sheer scale of the destruction is overwhelming, a silent testament to a world-ending catastrophe. The drone’s ultra-high-definition camera captures every granular detail with chilling clarity, from individual collapsed buildings to the grid-like scars of vaporized city blocks.
Dialogues:
- Aarav: (Voice trembling, over the drone’s feed) नहीं… यह नहीं हो सकता।
- Aarav: मुंबई…? मेरी मुंबई…
Tone: Awestruck / Horrifying
Background music: A slow, melancholic string melody emerges over the low ambient drone, swelling with tragic grandeur.
Camera directions: A rapid, ascending crane shot (drone’s POV) moving straight up. The lens is ultra-wide, capturing the immense scale of the ruins. The lighting remains bleak and diffused. The color grading emphasizes the sickly yellows of the sky and the muted greys of the concrete, with jarring pops of mutated green.
Actions: From the drone’s perspective, Aarav is seen stumbling backward, his hands on his head in utter disbelief as he stares up at the sky, presumably at the drone he’s controlling via his cracked smartwatch.
Sound design: The powerful whir of the drone ascending, mixed with the ever-present ghostly wind. The music swells, emphasizing the visual reveal.
🎬 Scene 3
Characters:
- Name: Aarav
- Appearance: A man in his mid-20s, with a lean build and around 5’10” height. He has tousled, jet-black hair that falls over his forehead, expressive dark brown eyes that currently reflect deep shock and fear, and a well-defined jawline with a hint of stubble. His skin is a light brown, now smudged with dust.
- Clothing: A modern, slightly oversized black hoodie with a minimalist white graphic on the front, dark grey cargo pants with multiple pockets, and worn-in, high-top sneakers. On his left wrist is a sleek, black smartwatch with a cracked screen that displays flickering static.
- Voice: A clear, urban North Indian (Delhi/Mumbai) accent. His tone is typically energetic and engaging for his vlog, but is now reduced to shaky, breathless whispers and panicked exclamations. The Hindi spoken is modern, but here it’s pure, terrified Hindi. The tone is dramatic and emotionally raw, reflecting profound disbelief and terror.
- Personality: Tech-savvy, curious, and usually confident. His vlogger persona is a thin veneer for a deeply empathetic but now overwhelmed individual. His movements are jerky and uncertain, his face a canvas of raw fear, confusion, and a desperate, flickering instinct to document the unbelievable.
The camera is back at ground level, tight on Aarav’s face. His expression is one of dawning, gut-wrenching terror. A sudden, violent gust of wind sweeps through the ruined street, kicking up a thick cloud of the fine, grey dust. The particles swirl around him, and he instinctively raises his arm to shield his face, but it’s too late. He doubles over, consumed by a series of wracking, painful coughs that shake his entire body. He pulls down the neck of his hoodie to gasp for air, his eyes watering, not just from the irritant but from sheer panic. The dust settles on his dark clothing, a grim, spectral powder. He looks at his hands, now coated in the fine grit, and a horrifying realization clicks into place: the air itself is poison. This isn’t just a destroyed city; it’s a contaminated tomb. The sunlight filtering through the dense, dusty air creates visible god rays, illuminating the swirling particulates and lending the scene a surreal, nightmarish quality. Every breath is a gamble, and the world he knew is gone, replaced by an invisible, suffocating threat.
Dialogues:
- Aarav: (Between harsh coughs) ये हवा… इसमें कुछ है।
- Aarav: (Whispering in panic) ज़हर…
Tone: Suspenseful / Panicked
Background music: The melancholic strings fade out, replaced by a tense, rhythmic, low-frequency pulse, like a panicked heartbeat.
Camera directions: A tight, claustrophobic close-up on Aarav’s face, using a shallow depth of field. The camera shakes violently with his coughs. As the dust cloud hits, the focus racks to the swirling particles in the air, then back to his horrified eyes. The lighting is harsh, catching the edges of the dust particles.
Actions: Aarav reacts violently to the dust cloud, coughing uncontrollably. He pulls his hoodie up over his mouth and nose in a futile attempt to filter the air. His eyes dart around wildly, his fear escalating from shock to immediate, physical peril.
Sound design: The sudden, sharp roar of the wind gust. The sound of Aarav’s raw, wet coughs is amplified and highly visceral. The sound of gritty dust hitting fabric. The background music becomes a tense, pulsating beat.
🎬 Scene 4
Characters:
- Name: Aarav
- Appearance: A man in his mid-20s, with a lean build and around 5’10” height. He has tousled, jet-black hair that falls over his forehead, expressive dark brown eyes that currently reflect deep shock and fear, and a well-defined jawline with a hint of stubble. His skin is a light brown, now smudged with dust.
- Clothing: A modern, slightly oversized black hoodie with a minimalist white graphic on the front, dark grey cargo pants with multiple pockets, and worn-in, high-top sneakers. On his left wrist is a sleek, black smartwatch with a cracked screen that displays flickering static.
- Voice: A clear, urban North Indian (Delhi/Mumbai) accent. His tone is typically energetic and engaging for his vlog, but is now reduced to shaky, breathless whispers and panicked exclamations. The Hindi spoken is modern, but here it’s pure, terrified Hindi. The tone is dramatic and emotionally raw, reflecting profound disbelief and terror.
- Personality: Tech-savvy, curious, and usually confident. His vlogger persona is a thin veneer for a deeply empathetic but now overwhelmed individual. His movements are jerky and uncertain, his face a canvas of raw fear, confusion, and a desperate, flickering instinct to document the unbelievable.
Guided by a flicker of morbid curiosity, Aarav directs his drone towards a familiar silhouette piercing the haze. The drone glides smoothly through the desolate streets, its camera capturing a scene of haunting, tragic beauty. It’s the Gateway of India, or what remains of it. The iconic basalt arch stands skeletal and scarred, pockmarked by the ravages of time and conflict. Chunks of its facade have crumbled away, revealing the rebar beneath. But the monument is not dead; it has been reclaimed. Thick, twisting vines, covered in strange, bioluminescent fungi that pulse with a soft, sickly green light, have wrapped around the structure like monstrous pythons. The fungi cast an ethereal, ghostly glow on the surrounding rubble. The sea behind it is calm and black, reflecting the oppressive sky like a sheet of obsidian. The juxtaposition of the man-made ruin and the tenacious, mutated life clinging to it is both beautiful and deeply unsettling. It is a tombstone for a civilization, decorated by the alien nature that has inherited the planet. Aarav, watching this on his wrist monitor, is paralyzed by the sight.
Dialogues:
- Aarav: (Awe-filled whisper) गेटवे…
- Aarav: कुदरत… सब कुछ वापस ले रही है।
Tone: Haunting / Melancholic
Background music: A lone, echoing piano key is struck, followed by a somber, ethereal choir sound that hangs in the air.
Camera directions: A smooth, cinematic tracking shot from the drone’s POV, flying low and approaching the Gateway of India. The camera slowly orbits the structure, revealing the detail of the mutated vines and glowing fungi. The lighting is low, with the primary light source being the eerie bioluminescence, which contrasts with the grey twilight.
Actions: The scene is entirely from the drone’s perspective. We can infer Aarav is watching, motionless, his vlogger instinct to capture powerful imagery overriding his fear for a brief moment.
Sound design: The drone’s hum is very low. The dominant sounds are the mournful sigh of the wind and a faint, subtle, organic pulsing sound from the fungi. The single piano note reverberates, enhancing the sense of awe and loss.
🎬 Scene 5
Characters:
- Name: Aarav
- Appearance: A man in in his mid-20s, with a lean build and around 5’10” height. He has tousled, jet-black hair that falls over his forehead, expressive dark brown eyes that currently reflect deep shock and fear, and a well-defined jawline with a hint of stubble. His skin is a light brown, now smudged with dust.
- Clothing: A modern, slightly oversized black hoodie with a minimalist white graphic on the front, dark grey cargo pants with multiple pockets, and worn-in, high-top sneakers. On his left wrist is a sleek, black smartwatch with a cracked screen that displays flickering static.
- Voice: A clear, urban North Indian (Delhi/Mumbai) accent. His tone is typically energetic and engaging for his vlog, but is now reduced to shaky, breathless whispers and panicked exclamations. The Hindi spoken is modern, but here it’s pure, terrified Hindi. The tone is dramatic and emotionally raw, reflecting profound disbelief and terror.
- Personality: Tech-savvy, curious, and usually confident. His vlogger persona is a thin veneer for a deeply empathetic but now overwhelmed individual. His movements are jerky and uncertain, his face a canvas of raw fear, confusion, and a desperate, flickering instinct to document the unbelievable.
Aarav cautiously picks his way through a field of rubble that was once a major intersection. His sneakers crunch on shattered glass and concrete. His attention is caught by a shape half-buried in the debris. It’s a police robot, an automaton from the final, desperate days of the war. The machine is heavily armored but now defunct, its chassis riddled with impacts from energy weapons that have melted and warped the metal. One of its optical sensors is shattered, giving it a blind, pathetic look. Rust streaks down its body like dried tears. Its multi-jointed limbs are frozen in a defensive posture, one arm still raised as if to ward off a final, fatal blow. It is a monument to failed technology and a forgotten conflict. Aarav slowly reaches out a hesitant, trembling hand, his fingertips hovering just inches from the cold, rusted metal. He is touching a relic, a soldier from a war that ended his world before he was even born. The silence around the fallen machine is profound, a mechanical ghost guarding a dead city.
Dialogues:
- Aarav: (Whispering to his drone’s mic) इन्होंने लड़ने की कोशिश की…
- Aarav: आखिर तक।
Tone: Somber / Reflective
Background music: The ethereal choir fades, leaving only a very low, mournful cello note that sustains throughout the scene.
Camera directions: A low-angle shot focusing on the rusted robot, making it seem imposing yet tragic. The camera then slowly pushes in on Aarav’s hand as it approaches the machine, with an extremely shallow depth of field so that only his fingertips and the robot’s texture are in focus. The lighting is weak, coming from the overcast sky.
Actions: Aarav walks cautiously, his movements slow and deliberate. He stops, stares at the robot for a long moment, then reaches out to touch it, his expression a mixture of fear and sorrow.
Sound design: The crunch of Aarav’s footsteps on debris. The ever-present whisper of wind. A faint, high-pitched electronic whine seems to emanate from the robot, a ghost in the machine. The sustained cello note adds a layer of deep sadness.
🎬 Scene 6
Characters:
- Name: Aarav
- Appearance: A man in his mid-20s, with a lean build and around 5’10” height. He has tousled, jet-black hair that falls over his forehead, expressive dark brown eyes that currently reflect deep shock and fear, and a well-defined jawline with a hint of stubble. His skin is a light brown, now smudged with dust.
- Clothing: A modern, slightly oversized black hoodie with a minimalist white graphic on the front, dark grey cargo pants with multiple pockets, and worn-in, high-top sneakers. On his left wrist is a sleek, black smartwatch with a cracked screen that displays flickering static.
- Voice: A clear, urban North Indian (Delhi/Mumbai) accent. His tone is typically energetic and engaging for his vlog, but is now reduced to shaky, breathless whispers and panicked exclamations. The Hindi spoken is modern, but here it’s pure, terrified Hindi. The tone is dramatic and emotionally raw, reflecting profound disbelief and terror.
- Personality: Tech-savvy, curious, and usually confident. His vlogger persona is a thin veneer for a deeply empathetic but now overwhelmed individual. His movements are jerky and uncertain, his face a canvas of raw fear, confusion, and a desperate, flickering instinct to document the unbelievable.
Seeking a brief refuge from the oppressive wind, Aarav slips through the collapsed doorway of what was once a luxury apartment. The interior is a scene of frozen chaos. Dust motes dance in the beams of light slanting through holes in the ceiling. Furniture is overturned, and a thick layer of grey ash covers everything. On a wall, miraculously intact, hangs a single picture frame. Aarav carefully blows the dust off the glass, revealing a faded photograph of a smiling family—a man, a woman, and a small child—captured in a moment of pure, unadulterated happiness from a forgotten era. The vibrant colors of their clothing are a stark contrast to the monochrome decay of the room. Aarav’s thumb gently traces the outline of the child’s face on the glass. His own expression softens, the raw terror momentarily replaced by a profound, crushing sadness. This small, mundane object, a relic of a normal life, is more devastating than any skyscraper’s ruin. It’s a tangible connection to the billions of lives that were extinguished, a ghost of a world he has lost.
Dialogues:
- Aarav: (Voice choked with emotion) तुम लोग… बस जीते थे।
- Aarav: खुश थे।
Tone: Heartbreaking / Poignant
Background music: The cello fades, replaced by a simple, delicate, and slightly detuned piano melody. It sounds like a music box playing its last song.
Camera directions: An extreme close-up on the photograph as Aarav’s fingers wipe away the dust. The camera then racks focus to Aarav’s face, capturing the single tear that escapes his eye. The lighting is soft and atmospheric, created by the beams of light piercing the darkness of the apartment, heavily featuring dust motes.
Actions: Aarav moves slowly into the apartment. He discovers the photo, gently cleans it, and has a powerful emotional reaction. He touches the photo with a sense of reverence and deep sorrow.
Sound design: The sound of dust being blown off glass. The faint, distant creak of stressed metal from the building’s structure. The delicate piano music is the primary audio, creating an intimate, sorrowful atmosphere.
🎬 Scene 7
Characters:
- Name: Aarav
- Appearance: A man in his mid-20s, with a lean build and around 5’10” height. He has tousled, jet-black hair that falls over his forehead, expressive dark brown eyes that currently reflect deep shock and fear, and a well-defined jawline with a hint of stubble. His skin is a light brown, now smudged with dust.
- Clothing: A modern, slightly oversized black hoodie with a minimalist white graphic on the front, dark grey cargo pants with multiple pockets, and worn-in, high-top sneakers. On his left wrist is a sleek, black smartwatch with a cracked screen that displays flickering static.
- Voice: A clear, urban North Indian (Delhi/Mumbai) accent. His tone is typically energetic and engaging for his vlog, but is now reduced to shaky, breathless whispers and panicked exclamations. The Hindi spoken is modern, but here it’s pure, terrified Hindi. The tone is dramatic and emotionally raw, reflecting profound disbelief and terror.
- Personality: Tech-savvy, curious, and usually confident. His vlogger persona is a thin veneer for a deeply empathetic but now overwhelmed individual. His movements are jerky and uncertain, his face a canvas of raw fear, confusion, and a desperate, flickering instinct to document the unbelievable.
The drone once again takes to the sky, but this time it doesn’t focus on destruction. Instead, it executes a slow, majestic pan across a ‘new’ landscape born from the old. The camera reveals how nature, in its most bizarre and resilient form, is not just reclaiming the city but transforming it. Vast carpets of phosphorescent moss cover entire city blocks, glowing with a soft, blue-green light. Enormous, fungal trees, resembling giant, multi-colored mushrooms, have shattered the pavement and now tower over smaller buildings. A river of unnaturally clear water, glowing faintly with its own bioluminescence, has carved a new path through what was once a six-lane highway. Strange, bird-like creatures with leathery wings and glowing eyes flit between the skeletal skyscrapers. It’s a world that is both terrifyingly alien and breathtakingly beautiful. This is not the Earth that was lost; it is a new, wild, and dangerous Eden growing on the bones of the old one. The scene is devoid of humanity, a silent, powerful statement of Earth’s ability to endure and mutate beyond mankind’s influence.
Dialogues:
- Aarav: (Whispering in wonder) यह खूबसूरत है…
- Aarav: और… डरावना भी।
Tone: Awe-inspiring / Unearthly
Background music: The piano fades. A soaring, atmospheric synthesizer pad, both beautiful and slightly dissonant, creates a sense of majestic, alien wonder.
Camera directions: A slow, sweeping panoramic shot from the drone’s high vantage point. The motion is smooth and god-like. The color palette is vibrant and surreal, with glowing blues, greens, and purples from the mutated flora contrasting against the dark, silhouetted ruins. The lighting is magical and otherworldly.
Actions: This is a pure visual spectacle from the drone’s POV, designed to showcase the transformed world. Aarav is not visible, only his voice is heard.
Sound design: The drone’s hum is gone, replaced by the sweeping musical score and a complex soundscape of strange, alien nature: unidentifiable chirps, rustles, and the gentle gurgle of the glowing river.
🎬 Scene 8
Characters:
- Name: Aarav
- Appearance: A man in his mid-20s, with a lean build and around 5’10” height. He has tousled, jet-black hair that falls over his forehead, expressive dark brown eyes that currently reflect deep shock and fear, and a well-defined jawline with a hint of stubble. His skin is a light brown, now smudged with dust.
- Clothing: A modern, slightly oversized black hoodie with a minimalist white graphic on the front, dark grey cargo pants with multiple pockets, and worn-in, high-top sneakers. On his left wrist is a sleek, black smartwatch with a cracked screen that displays flickering static.
- Voice: A clear, urban North Indian (Delhi/Mumbai) accent. His tone is typically energetic and engaging for his vlog, but is now reduced to shaky, breathless whispers and panicked exclamations. The Hindi spoken is modern, but here it’s pure, terrified Hindi. The tone is dramatic and emotionally raw, reflecting profound disbelief and terror.
- Personality: Tech-savvy, curious, and usually confident. His vlogger persona is a thin veneer for a deeply empathetic but now overwhelmed individual. His movements are jerky and uncertain, his face a canvas of raw fear, confusion, and a desperate, flickering instinct to document the unbelievable.
Back on the ground, the brief moment of wonder is shattered. Aarav stands frozen in the middle of a derelict, echoing plaza. Every sense is on high alert. The camera is tight on his face, his eyes wide, his head cocked slightly. He has heard something. A sound, sharp and unnatural, cuts through the whisper of the wind—a rhythmic, metallic *scrape… drag… scrape… drag*. It’s distant but distinct, echoing strangely off the cavernous, dead buildings. It is not the sound of nature or the groaning of a collapsing structure. It sounds deliberate. Made. The sound of something heavy being dragged across concrete. Aarav’s breath catches in his throat. The illusion of being the last man on Earth is instantly obliterated, replaced by the terrifying realization that he is not alone. His body tenses, every muscle coiled like a spring. The vast, empty city suddenly feels claustrophobic and predatory. Something is out there with him.
Dialogues:
- Aarav: (Barely a whisper) वो आवाज़…
- Aarav: कोई… कोई है यहाँ।
Tone: Tense / Frightening
Background music: All music cuts out abruptly. The silence is deafening, punctuated only by the new, terrifying sound. A low, vibrating sub-bass frequency begins to subtly build tension.
Camera directions: An extreme close-up on Aarav’s ear, then a snap-zoom to his wide, terrified eyes. The camera remains fixed on his face as he slowly turns his head towards the source of the sound. The background is thrown completely out of focus. Lighting is stark and naturalistic.
Actions: Aarav freezes mid-step. His entire body goes rigid. He holds his breath, trying to pinpoint the direction of the sound. His hand tightens on the controller for his drone.
Sound design: The sudden cut of all other sounds is key. Then, the introduction of the *scrape… drag…* sound. It should be clear, metallic, and have a noticeable echo, emphasizing the emptiness of the surroundings. Aarav’s sharp, quiet intake of breath is clearly audible.
🎬 Scene 9
Characters:
- Name: Aarav
- Appearance: A man in his mid-20s, with a lean build and around 5’10” height. He has tousled, jet-black hair that falls over his forehead, expressive dark brown eyes that currently reflect deep shock and fear, and a well-defined jawline with a hint of stubble. His skin is a light brown, now smudged with dust.
- Clothing: A modern, slightly oversized black hoodie with a minimalist white graphic on the front, dark grey cargo pants with multiple pockets, and worn-in, high-top sneakers. On his left wrist is a sleek, black smartwatch with a cracked screen that displays flickering static.
- Voice: A clear, urban North Indian (Delhi/Mumbai) accent. His tone is typically energetic and engaging for his vlog, but is now reduced to shaky, breathless whispers and panicked exclamations. The Hindi spoken is modern, but here it’s pure, terrified Hindi. The tone is dramatic and emotionally raw, reflecting profound disbelief and terror.
- Personality: Tech-savvy, curious, and usually confident. His vlogger persona is a thin veneer for a deeply empathetic but now overwhelmed individual. His movements are jerky and uncertain, his face a canvas of raw fear, confusion, and a desperate, flickering instinct to document the unbelievable.
Panic battles with instinct. Instead of running, Aarav ducks behind a massive chunk of fallen concrete, his back pressed hard against the cold, rough surface. His breathing is shallow and rapid. With trembling fingers, he manipulates the controls on his smartwatch. The scene cuts to a first-person view from his drone’s camera. The drone flies low and fast, hugging the ruined contours of the street to remain unseen. The video feed is crystal clear but shaky, mirroring Aarav’s own anxiety. The drone zips past rusted-out husks of buses, over piles of rubble, and through the gaping maw of a collapsed office building. The metallic scraping sound grows louder and more defined through the drone’s sensitive microphone. The journey is tense and disorienting, a high-speed reconnaissance mission into the unknown. We are seeing what Aarav sees: a desperate search for the source of the sound, a hunt for a potential threat that could be anything from another human to a rogue machine or a mutated creature.
Dialogues:
- Aarav: (Muttering to himself, watching the feed) चलो… चलो, दिखाओ।
- Aarav: क्या है वो?
Tone: Suspenseful / Thriller
Background music: The low sub-bass frequency is now layered with a fast, high-pitched, anxiety-inducing string tremolo. It’s minimalist but highly effective at building tension.
Camera directions: The scene starts with a shot of Aarav hiding, then cuts to a dynamic, fast-moving first-person-view (FPV) from the drone. The drone camera should have a slight fish-eye effect and digital stabilization artifacts to feel authentic. It moves erratically, darting around corners.
Actions: Aarav takes cover, his focus entirely on his smartwatch screen. His fingers move deftly but with a noticeable tremor as he pilots the drone remotely. His face, illuminated by the screen’s glow, is slick with sweat.
Sound design: The high-pitched whir of the drone’s motors is the dominant sound, mixed with the amplified, approaching *scrape… drag…*. We also hear the faint, frantic tapping of Aarav’s fingers on his watch screen.
🎬 Scene 10
Characters:
- Name: Aarav
- Appearance: A man in his mid-20s, with a lean build and around 5’10” height. He has tousled, jet-black hair that falls over his forehead, expressive dark brown eyes that currently reflect deep shock and fear, and a well-defined jawline with a hint of stubble. His skin is a light brown, now smudged with dust.
- Clothing: A modern, slightly oversized black hoodie with a minimalist white graphic on the front, dark grey cargo pants with multiple pockets, and worn-in, high-top sneakers. On his left wrist is a sleek, black smartwatch with a cracked screen that displays flickering static.
- Voice: A clear, urban North Indian (Delhi/Mumbai) accent. His tone is typically energetic and engaging for his vlog, but is now reduced to shaky, breathless whispers and panicked exclamations. The Hindi spoken is modern, but here it’s pure, terrified Hindi. The tone is dramatic and emotionally raw, reflecting profound disbelief and terror.
- Personality: Tech-savvy, curious, and usually confident. His vlogger persona is a thin veneer for a deeply empathetic but now overwhelmed individual. His movements are jerky and uncertain, his face a canvas of raw fear, confusion, and a desperate, flickering instinct to document the unbelievable.
The drone rounds a final corner, its camera feed revealing the source of the noise. In the center of a small, debris-strewn courtyard is a hunched figure. It’s humanoid, but clearly not a normal human. Draped in layers of tattered rags and burlap, its form is gaunt and twisted. Its movements are slow and laborious as it drags a heavy sheet of corrugated metal across the ground—the source of the scraping. As the figure turns slightly, the drone’s camera zooms in, catching a glimpse of its face beneath a makeshift hood. The skin is pale and scarred, the eyes large and dark, adapted to the gloom. It is a survivor, but one who has been warped by this world, likely a product of generations born into radiation and hardship. It doesn’t appear immediately hostile; its focus is entirely on its task of scavenging. But its alienness, its sheer otherness, is profoundly terrifying. This is what has become of humanity. The drone hovers silently, an invisible, high-tech eye observing a primitive, post-human existence.
Dialogues:
- Aarav: (A sharp, horrified gasp, audible over the feed)
- Aarav: इंसान…?
Tone: Shocking / Terrifying
Background music: A sudden, jarring, dissonant musical sting hits as the figure is revealed. Then, silence, except for a low, ominous hum.
Camera directions: The drone’s FPV shot comes to a sudden halt, hovering behind cover. The camera uses a powerful digital zoom, which slightly pixelates the image, to focus on the scavenger. The shot is held steady, emphasizing the act of observation and the shocking reveal.
Actions: From the drone’s POV, we see the mutated scavenger engaged in its laborious task, oblivious to being watched. We hear Aarav’s sharp intake of breath, a purely reflexive sound of shock.
Sound design: The drone’s whir drops to a near-silent hum. The scraping sound is now loud and clear, the primary focus of the audio. The musical sting is sharp and percussive, designed to make the audience jump.
🎬 Scene 11
Characters:
- Name: Aarav
- Appearance: A man in his mid-20s, with a lean build and around 5’10” height. He has tousled, jet-black hair that falls over his forehead, expressive dark brown eyes that currently reflect deep shock and fear, and a well-defined jawline with a hint of stubble. His skin is a light brown, now smudged with dust.
- Clothing: A modern, slightly oversized black hoodie with a minimalist white graphic on the front, dark grey cargo pants with multiple pockets, and worn-in, high-top sneakers. On his left wrist is a sleek, black smartwatch with a cracked screen that displays flickering static.
- Voice: A clear, urban North Indian (Delhi/Mumbai) accent. His tone is typically energetic and engaging for his vlog, but is now reduced to shaky, breathless whispers and panicked exclamations. The Hindi spoken is modern, but here it’s pure, terrified Hindi. The tone is dramatic and emotionally raw, reflecting profound disbelief and terror.
- Personality: Tech-savvy, curious, and usually confident. His vlogger persona is a thin veneer for a deeply empathetic but now overwhelmed individual. His movements are jerky and uncertain, his face a canvas of raw fear, confusion, and a desperate, flickering instinct to document the unbelievable.
The shot cuts back to Aarav’s hiding spot. The glow from his smartwatch illuminates his face, which is a mask of pure, unadulterated terror. His eyes are wide, fixed on the screen, his jaw hanging slightly open. The image of the mutated scavenger is reflected in his pupils. For a moment, he is completely frozen, paralyzed by the confirmation that humanity, in a twisted form, still exists. Then, a primal survival instinct kicks in. His panicked gaze darts from the screen to the ruins around him, searching for deeper cover, for an escape. With a frantic, convulsive movement, he yanks his arm back, his fingers flying across the smartwatch screen to pull the drone back. He doesn’t want to see any more. The discovery has pushed him from a state of bewildered observer to active prey. He is an anomaly in this world, clean and unmutated, and that makes him a target. The need to hide, to become invisible, is now the only thought in his mind.
Dialogues:
- Aarav: (Hyperventilating whisper) वापस… वापस आ जा।
- Aarav: मुझे यहाँ से निकलना है। अभी।
Tone: Frantic / Terrified
Background music: A rapid, pulsing, low-end synthesizer beat kicks in, like an action movie’s escape theme but more desperate and raw.
Camera directions: A tight, claustrophobic shot on Aarav’s face, lit only by his watch. The camera is handheld and shaky, reflecting his panic. A quick rack focus to his trembling fingers on the screen, then back to his terrified eyes as they dart around.
Actions: Aarav is initially frozen in shock. This breaks into frantic action as he quickly operates his watch to recall the drone. He presses his body further into his hiding spot, trying to make himself smaller.
Sound design: The sound of Aarav’s ragged, panicked breathing is very prominent. We hear the frantic tapping on the glass of his watch and the distant sound of the drone’s motors changing pitch as it begins its retreat. The pulsing music drives the sense of urgency.
🎬 Scene 12
Characters:
- Name: Aarav
- Appearance: A man in his mid-20s, with a lean build and around 5’10” height. He has tousled, jet-black hair that falls over his forehead, expressive dark brown eyes that currently reflect deep shock and fear, and a well-defined jawline with a hint of stubble. His skin is a light brown, now smudged with dust.
- Clothing: A modern, slightly oversized black hoodie with a minimalist white graphic on the front, dark grey cargo pants with multiple pockets, and worn-in, high-top sneakers. On his left wrist is a sleek, black smartwatch with a cracked screen that displays flickering static.
- Voice: A clear, urban North Indian (Delhi/Mumbai) accent. His tone is typically energetic and engaging for his vlog, but is now reduced to shaky, breathless whispers and panicked exclamations. The Hindi spoken is modern, but here it’s pure, terrified Hindi. The tone is dramatic and emotionally raw, reflecting profound disbelief and terror.
- Personality: Tech-savvy, curious, and usually confident. His vlogger persona is a thin veneer for a deeply empathetic but now overwhelmed individual. His movements are jerky and uncertain, his face a canvas of raw fear, confusion, and a desperate, flickering instinct to document the unbelievable.
Scrambling through the ruins, Aarav finds a gaping hole in the ground leading into darkness. It’s an entrance to a derelict subway station. He slides down a short, steep embankment of dirt and rubble, landing in the pitch-black, cavernous space below. The air is instantly cold, damp, and thick with the smell of stagnant water and mold. He fumbles with his watch, activating a weak flashlight beam that cuts a nervous path through the oppressive darkness. The light reveals crumbling concrete walls, rusted tracks disappearing into a flooded tunnel, and decades of decay. Water drips rhythmically from the ceiling, each drop echoing loudly in the tomblike silence. He leans his back against a cold, slimy wall, sliding down to a sitting position. He pulls his knees to his chest, trying to control his frantic breathing. This is a moment of respite, but it’s a terrifying one. He has traded the open, visible danger of the surface for the dark, claustrophobic, and unknown threats that might lurk in the city’s underbelly.
Dialogues:
- Aarav: (Gasping for air) ठीक है… शांत हो जा, Aarav।
- Aarav: बस थोड़ी देर… यहाँ सुरक्षित हूँ।
Tone: Claustrophobic / Tense Respite
Background music: The pulsing music cuts off as he enters the tunnel. It is replaced by a low, resonant, sub-bass drone that enhances the feeling of being underground. No melody.
Camera directions: The camera follows Aarav down into the darkness. The scene is lit only by the diegetic light from his smartwatch, creating a stark, high-contrast image with deep shadows. The camera stays close to him, enhancing the claustrophobia. The frame is filled with his exhausted, terrified form.
Actions: Aarav moves quickly and desperately to find shelter. He slides into the subway entrance and activates his light. He collapses against the wall, physically and emotionally drained, attempting to calm himself.
Sound design: The scuffing sound of his descent. The sudden shift in acoustics to a cavernous, echoing space. The loud, rhythmic *plink… plink…* of dripping water is the most prominent sound, a form of water torture that prevents any real peace.
🎬 Scene 13
Characters:
- Name: Aarav
- Appearance: A man in his mid-20s, with a lean build and around 5’10” height. He has tousled, jet-black hair that falls over his forehead, expressive dark brown eyes that currently reflect deep shock and fear, and a well-defined jawline with a hint of stubble. His skin is a light brown, now smudged with dust.
- Clothing: A modern, slightly oversized black hoodie with a minimalist white graphic on the front, dark grey cargo pants with multiple pockets, and worn-in, high-top sneakers. On his left wrist is a sleek, black smartwatch with a cracked screen that displays flickering static.
- Voice: A clear, urban North Indian (Delhi/Mumbai) accent. His tone is typically energetic and engaging for his vlog, but is now reduced to shaky, breathless whispers and panicked exclamations. The Hindi spoken is modern, but here it’s pure, terrified Hindi. The tone is dramatic and emotionally raw, reflecting profound disbelief and terror.
- Personality: Tech-savvy, curious, and usually confident. His vlogger persona is a thin veneer for a deeply empathetic but now overwhelmed individual. His movements are jerky and uncertain, his face a canvas of raw fear, confusion, and a desperate, flickering instinct to document the unbelievable.
As Aarav’s breathing steadies, he sweeps his watch’s flashlight beam across the grimy wall of the subway tunnel. The light catches on something: spray-painted graffiti. It’s not the usual tags or art, but a frantic, desperate scrawl. The paint is faded and peeling, clearly decades old. The message is written in English, the universal language of the old world. In jagged, desperate letters, it reads: ‘DON’T MAKE A SOUND. THEY ARE LISTENING.’ The word ‘LISTENING’ is underlined three times. Aarav’s blood runs cold. The momentary safety he felt in the darkness evaporates, replaced by a new, more insidious paranoia. Who are ‘they’? The mutated survivors? Rogue AI? Something else entirely? The message is a chilling warning from the past, a voice from a long-dead survivor reaching across time to tell him that silence is survival. He immediately snaps his light off, plunging himself and the scene into absolute, terrifying blackness. The dripping water sounds louder now, each drop a potential signal to whatever lurks in the dark.
Dialogues:
- Aarav: (Reading the English words aloud in a choked whisper) ‘They are listening…’
- Aarav: (In Hindi, terrified) कौन… कौन सुन रहा है?
Tone: Paranoid / Chilling
Background music: The low drone is joined by a high-frequency, unsettling ringing sound, like tinnitus, that grows in volume after he reads the message.
Camera directions: A slow push-in on the graffiti as Aarav’s light illuminates it. The focus is sharp on the peeling paint and the texture of the wall. After he speaks, the shot whip-pans to a tight close-up of his terrified eyes just as he turns the light off, cutting the scene to black.
Actions: Aarav explores his immediate surroundings with his light. He discovers and reads the graffiti. His reaction is immediate and visceral: he extinguishes his only light source out of pure fear.
Sound design: The sound of the flashlight beam’s faint electronic hum. Aarav’s shaky breath as he reads. The definitive *click* as the light goes out, followed by the now-menacing sound of dripping water in total darkness and the rising, stressful ringing noise.
🎬 Scene 14
Characters:
- Name: Aarav
- Appearance: A man in his mid-20s, with a lean build and around 5’10” height. He has tousled, jet-black hair that falls over his forehead, expressive dark brown eyes that currently reflect deep shock and fear, and a well-defined jawline with a hint of stubble. His skin is a light brown, now smudged with dust.
- Clothing: A modern, slightly oversized black hoodie with a minimalist white graphic on the front, dark grey cargo pants with multiple pockets, and worn-in, high-top sneakers. On his left wrist is a sleek, black smartwatch with a cracked screen that displays flickering static.
- Voice: A clear, urban North Indian (Delhi/Mumbai) accent. His tone is typically energetic and engaging for his vlog, but is now reduced to shaky, breathless whispers and panicked exclamations. The Hindi spoken is modern, but here it’s pure, terrified Hindi. The tone is dramatic and emotionally raw, reflecting profound disbelief and terror.
- Personality: Tech-savvy, curious, and usually confident. His vlogger persona is a thin veneer for a deeply empathetic but now overwhelmed individual. His movements are jerky and uncertain, his face a canvas of raw fear, confusion, and a desperate, flickering instinct to document the unbelievable.
Having fled the suffocating darkness of the subway, Aarav stands on the precipice of a high, skeletal floor of a ruined skyscraper, his drone hovering beside him. The scene is a wide, breathtaking shot of the sunset over the dead city. But this is no ordinary sunset. The vast quantities of dust and radioactive particles in the upper atmosphere refract the sun’s light into a spectacular, terrifying display of color. The sky is a gradient of deep, blood-red and sickly, chemical orange, streaked with veins of toxic purple. The long, distorted shadows of the ruined buildings stretch across the landscape like grasping fingers. The world is bathed in an apocalyptic, beautiful light. The haunting beauty is undeniable, but it’s the beauty of a terminal illness, a fever dream at the end of the world. Aarav stands in silhouette against this infernal sky, a solitary figure watching the death of a day in a world already dead. The wind whips at his hoodie, the only sign of movement in a landscape of utter stillness.
Dialogues:
- Aarav: (Quiet, awestruck voice) सूरज भी… बीमार लगता है।
- Aarav: इस दुनिया की तरह।
Tone: Sublime / Apocalyptic
Background music: A powerful, melancholic, and sweeping orchestral piece with a prominent cello lead. It conveys both immense beauty and profound sadness.
Camera directions: An epic, wide landscape shot. Aarav is a small silhouette on the left of the frame, emphasizing the scale of the environment. The camera is static, like a painting, letting the audience absorb the terrible beauty. The colors are hyper-saturated, focusing on the reds, oranges, and purples of the sky.
Actions: Aarav stands perfectly still, simply observing the sunset. He is a passive witness to the world’s end. The drone hovers motionlessly next to him, its light off.
Sound design: The sound is dominated by the sweeping musical score and the powerful, lonely sound of high-altitude wind whistling and moaning through the skeletal skyscraper.
🎬 Scene 15
Characters:
- Name: Aarav
- Appearance: A man in his mid-20s, with a lean build and around 5’10” height. He has tousled, jet-black hair that falls over his forehead, expressive dark brown eyes that currently reflect deep shock and fear, and a well-defined jawline with a hint of stubble. His skin is a light brown, now smudged with dust.
- Clothing: A modern, slightly oversized black hoodie with a minimalist white graphic on the front, dark grey cargo pants with multiple pockets, and worn-in, high-top sneakers. On his left wrist is a sleek, black smartwatch with a cracked screen that displays flickering static.
- Voice: A clear, urban North Indian (Delhi/Mumbai) accent. His tone is typically energetic and engaging for his vlog, but is now reduced to shaky, breathless whispers and panicked exclamations. The Hindi spoken is modern, but here it’s pure, terrified Hindi. The tone is dramatic and emotionally raw, reflecting profound disbelief and terror.
- Personality: Tech-savvy, curious, and usually confident. His vlogger persona is a thin veneer for a deeply empathetic but now overwhelmed individual. His movements are jerky and uncertain, his face a canvas of raw fear, confusion, and a desperate, flickering instinct to document the unbelievable.
The last rays of the apocalyptic sunset glint off the lens of the drone. The perspective shifts to a tight, intimate shot of Aarav’s face, filmed by his own drone. The vlogger is back. His face is filthy, streaked with sweat and grime. His eyes are red-rimmed and haunted, reflecting the dying, orange light. The terror is still there, etched into his features, but it is now overlaid with something new: a flicker of grim, defiant determination. The vlogger’s mask, which had been shattered, is being pieced back together, not with fake enthusiasm, but with a new, solemn purpose. He looks directly into the camera, not as a victim, but as a chronicler, a witness. He is the last journalist on a dead planet. His voice, when he speaks, is no longer a panicked whisper but a low, steady, and resolute statement. He has a mission now: to survive, to document, and to show the world that he came from what became of it. The shot holds on his determined eyes as the last light fades, leaving his face in shadow, a cliffhanger of resolve in a hopeless world.
Dialogues:
- Aarav: (Voice is steady, intense) मेरा नाम Aarav है।
- Aarav: और अगर कोई यह देख रहा है…
- Aarav: … तो यह है हमारी दुनिया का भविष्य।
Tone: Determined / Solemn
Background music: The sweeping orchestra fades into a single, sustained, hopeful but tense synthesizer note that holds until the end. A quiet, rhythmic pulse begins underneath it.
Camera directions: A tight close-up on Aarav’s face, shot from the drone’s POV. The camera is steady. The lighting is the warm, dying light of the sunset, which slowly fades to near darkness over the course of the scene, leaving only the glint in his eyes visible. This is a classic ‘address to the camera’ shot.
Actions: Aarav looks directly and unflinchingly into the camera lens. He delivers his lines with a newfound gravity. His fear has been forged into purpose. He does not blink.
Sound design: The wind sound dies down. His voice is clear, centered, and mixed to sound like a vlog recording. The final, sustained musical note creates a sense of unresolved tension and leaves the audience waiting for what comes next.