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About Prompt
- Prompt Type – Scene-by-Scene
- Prompt Platform – Google Veo
- Language – English
- Category – Video/Story
- Prompt Title – VEO 3 Prompt for Detective Thriller – The Neon Evidence
Prompt Details
🎬 Scene 1
An extreme close-up shot reveals raindrops, each a miniature lens reflecting a cacophony of holographic advertisements, splattering against the worn, synthetic leather of a trench coat. The camera pulls back slowly, revealing the scene: a grimy, perpetually dark alley in a futuristic metropolis, drenched in the garish glow of towering neon signs. Steam billows from grates in the ground, catching the vibrant cyan and magenta light and swirling like restless spirits. The walls are a palimpsest of faded graffiti and shimmering, glitching digital posters for products that promise eternal youth and instant gratification. The air hangs heavy, thick with the smell of ozone, rain, and street food from a distant noodle stall. Detective Vikram Singh kneels on the wet, cracked pavement. His face, etched with the weariness of a man who has seen too much, is illuminated from below by an unnatural, pulsating turquoise light. This light emanates from a bizarre, crystalline residue on the ground—the only evidence left at a crime scene cordoned off with flickering yellow police tape. His cybernetic right eye, a stark contrast to his natural, deep brown left eye, whirs softly, its internal lenses adjusting to analyze the substance. Every detail is rendered in hyper-realistic clarity: the reflection of the city’s vertical sprawl in the puddles of oily water, the individual threads of Vikram’s coat, the subtle tremor in his hand as he reaches out, not quite touching the glowing evidence. The world around him is a blur of motion—flying vehicles zip between monolithic skyscrapers far above, their lights streaking across the perpetually overcast sky—but here in the alley, time feels frozen, centered on this single, impossible clue. The atmosphere is thick with a palpable sense of dread and mystery, a silent question mark hanging in the rain-soaked air.
🎵 Tone: Mysterious, Suspenseful, Somber
🎬 Scene 2
The stark, minimalist interior of a high-tech laboratory provides a jarring contrast to the city’s chaotic streets. The walls are smooth, obsidian-black panels, intermittently glowing with lines of soft white data streams. In the center of the room, a large, circular analysis table projects a faint blue light upwards, illuminating the sterile environment. Detective Vikram Singh stands just inside the doorway, his wet trench coat dripping onto the pristine polished floor, a man of grit and grime in a world of clean data. He holds a sealed, transparent containment unit, inside which the turquoise crystalline evidence from the alley pulsates with a soft, hypnotic light. Opposite him stands Anya Sharma, her form silhouetted against a massive, floor-to-ceiling window that looks out onto the neon-drenched, vertical cityscape. She turns, and the city’s lights catch the subtle chrome accents on her clothing and the faint shimmer of her augmented reality lenses. Her workspace is a controlled storm of floating holographic interfaces, displaying complex code, molecular structures, and city schematics. She moves with a sharp, precise grace, her fingers dancing through the air, manipulating data streams as if they were solid objects. The air is cool and smells faintly of sterilized equipment and ozone. The scene captures the classic dynamic of the grizzled detective and the brilliant tech-savant, two worlds colliding in a shared purpose. The tension is not of conflict, but of anticipation, as the raw, unexplainable evidence of the street is about to meet the cold, hard logic of the digital age.
🎵 Tone: Intriguing, Tense, Professional
🎬 Scene 3
An extreme close-up on Anya Sharma’s augmented reality glasses, her dark eyes reflected in the lenses, intensely focused. A cascade of complex data streams and shifting geometric patterns scrolls rapidly across the transparent surface. The camera pulls back to a medium shot, showing Anya leaning over the analysis table. A brilliant, three-dimensional hologram of the crystalline evidence now floats above the table’s surface, slowly rotating. It’s a mesmerizing, fractal-like structure of light and data, constantly shifting and reconfiguring itself. Anya’s hands move with surgical precision through the air, manipulating the hologram. As her fingers pinch, swipe, and rotate, corresponding segments of the glowing structure isolate, expand, and break down into raw, incomprehensible code that flows around her like a digital river. The lab’s sterile lighting is now completely overpowered by the pulsating turquoise and violet light from the hologram, casting dynamic, dancing shadows across Anya’s face and the surrounding equipment. Her expression is one of deep concentration, a mixture of awe and professional concern. She is not just looking at data; she is communing with it, trying to decipher a language that is alien and potentially dangerous. Vikram stands in the background, his arms crossed, a stoic shadow watching the digital exorcism unfold. The sheer complexity and alien nature of the evidence are made visually manifest, transforming the clean lab into a place of profound and unsettling digital mystery.
🎵 Tone: Suspenseful, Tech-Noir, Awe-inspiring
🎬 Scene 4
The complex, fractal hologram of the evidence collapses in on itself with a soft implosion of light, instantly replaced by a massive, three-dimensional holographic map of the entire city. The map is a breathtaking, intricate web of light, showing the towering skyscrapers, the deep, shadowed canyons of the lower levels, and the glowing arteries of aerial traffic. It’s a living, breathing model of the metropolis. Anya, with a final, decisive gesture, isolates a single building within the dense urban cluster. The camera zooms rapidly through the holographic streets, past glowing Japanese and Devanagari signs, finally stopping on a monolithic, obsidian tower that pierces the perpetual cloud cover: the headquarters of the powerful OmniCorp. The building is highlighted in a menacing, pulsating red. Its corporate logo, a stylized, all-seeing eye, shimmers at its peak. Anya turns to Vikram, her face illuminated by the red glow of the map. Her usual professional detachment is gone, replaced by a flicker of genuine alarm. The scale of the map and the ominous nature of the isolated building create an immediate sense of David vs. Goliath, of two individuals staring down a faceless, powerful entity. Vikram steps forward, moving out of the shadows and into the red light, his weary face now set with grim determination. The silent exchange between them speaks volumes: they have found their lead, and it points directly into the heart of a very dangerous beast. The air in the lab suddenly feels colder, the weight of their discovery settling upon them.
🎵 Tone: Ominous, Foreboding, Determined
🎬 Scene 5
Detective Vikram Singh moves like a phantom through the rain-lashed lower levels of the city. This is the underbelly, a claustrophobic maze of narrow streets and walkways crowded with people, androids, and rickety food stalls. The world is a vertical torrent of neon and water. Rivers of rainwater cascade from the upper levels, splashing onto the crowded walkways and creating a perpetual mist. Holographic koi fish swim through the air next to advertisements for synthetic noodles, their light shimmering on Vikram’s wet trench coat. He keeps his head down, the high collar of his coat pulled up, his face a mask of determined focus. The camera follows him in a tight, kinetic tracking shot, weaving through the throng of people. The crowd is a diverse mix of humanity and technology: merchants in traditional clothes haggle with cybernetically enhanced couriers, monks in saffron robes walk past pleasure-droids with vacant eyes. The sounds are a disorienting symphony of sizzling woks, chattering crowds speaking a dozen languages, glitching electronic announcements, and the ever-present downpour. Light from the signs above paints his face in shifting patterns of red, blue, and green. He is a solitary, purposeful figure in a sea of chaotic existence, a predator navigating his hunting ground. He glances up for a brief moment, his cybernetic eye glowing in the darkness, catching a glimpse of the monolithic OmniCorp tower looming impossibly high above, its peak lost in the smog and rain. The shot perfectly encapsulates his daunting journey from the grimy depths to the sterile heights of corporate power.
🎵 Tone: Tense, Gritty, Atmospheric
🎬 Scene 6
The oppressive chaos of the streets gives way to the cold, sterile silence of the OmniCorp data haven. Vikram stands in a vast, cavernous chamber filled with towering racks of servers. The only light comes from thousands of slowly pulsing blue and white LEDs on the server monoliths, stretching into the darkness like an infinite digital forest. The air is cold and still, humming with the low, vibrational frequency of immense processing power and industrial cooling systems. Dust motes dance in the narrow beams of light, the only sign of imperfection in this temple of data. Vikram moves cautiously down a narrow aisle between the server racks, his footsteps echoing softly in the immense space. His sidearm is now drawn, held ready in a low, professional stance. The scale of the room is designed to be intimidating, to make any individual feel small and insignificant. His cybernetic eye sweeps back and forth, its blue light a stark contrast to the white server LEDs, scanning for heat signatures or electronic anomalies. He stops at a specific server rack, labeled with a cryptic alphanumeric designation. He pulls a small, sophisticated hacking device from his coat pocket and, with a quiet click, magnetically attaches it to a port on the server. The device’s screen flickers to life, lines of code beginning to scroll rapidly. The tension is palpable; in this silent, digital cathedral, he is a heretic, and every second he spends here increases his risk of being discovered.
🎵 Tone: Suspenseful, Cold, High-tech
🎬 Scene 7
A close-up on Vikram’s face, his expression taut with concentration. Reflected in his cybernetic eye, we see lines of decrypting code scrolling at an impossible speed. A small, holographic projection shimmers into existence from a comms device on his wrist, showing Anya’s face. She is in her lab, her own expression a mirror of his focus, her fingers flying across an unseen interface. The camera shifts to an over-the-shoulder shot of Vikram, looking at the hacking device’s screen. A series of complex, red firewalls appear, represented as glowing, crystalline barriers. Just as one appears, Anya speaks a command, and a line of blue code shoots from the device, shattering the firewall. The scene is a tense, high-tech dance between Vikram’s man-on-the-ground risk and Anya’s remote digital wizardry. The server room remains deathly quiet, but the visual language of the hacking sequence is loud and frantic. Flashes of red and blue light from the hacking device illuminate Vikram’s face, highlighting the sweat beading on his brow. He nervously glances down the long, dark aisle, his grip tightening on his sidearm. He is completely vulnerable, relying entirely on Anya’s skill to get him through the layers of digital security before a physical threat arrives. The suspense is ratcheted up with each shattered firewall, a countdown to either success or catastrophic failure.
🎵 Tone: Highly Tense, Urgent, High-Stakes
🎬 Scene 8
Just as a green ‘ACCESS GRANTED’ message flashes on the hacking device, a sudden, heavy metallic clang echoes from the far end of the server aisle. The urgent music cuts out, plunging the scene back into terrifying silence. Vikram’s head snaps up, his gun immediately raised and pointed into the oppressive darkness. The camera whips around to his point of view, peering down the long, black corridor framed by the towering server racks. At the vanishing point, a figure emerges from the shadows. We don’t see them clearly; they are a tall, imposing silhouette, their form made indistinct by the stark backlighting from a distant doorway. Perhaps they are heavily augmented, their shape not entirely human. They take a slow, deliberate step forward, the sound of their heavy boots on the metal floor a death knell in the silence. The only detail visible is the menacing red light of a single optical implant, glowing in the dark like the eye of a predator. Vikram stands his ground, his knuckles white as he grips his weapon. His own blue cybernetic eye contrasts sharply with the aggressor’s red one. It’s a classic standoff, a silent confrontation between the intruder and the guardian. The air crackles with unspoken threats. The vast, silent server room, moments ago a digital battleground, has now become a very real and physical arena, and the odds have just shifted dramatically against Vikram.
🎵 Tone: Confrontational, Extremely Tense, Menacing
🎬 Scene 9
The standoff shatters into a chaotic blur of motion. The camera is now handheld and frantic, capturing the kinetic energy of Vikram’s desperate escape. He fires his weapon, the muzzle flash momentarily illuminating the server aisle in a brilliant, strobing light. The enforcer lunges forward with unnatural speed. Instead of fighting a losing battle, Vikram spins around, slamming his shoulder into a server rack. Sparks fly as he runs, not away from the fight, but through the environment itself. The scene cuts to him bursting through an emergency exit, out of the cold server room and into a crowded, steam-filled maintenance corridor. Pipes line the walls, venting hot gas that obscures visibility. Red emergency lights flash rhythmically, painting everything in a hellish glow. Vikram pushes past startled technicians and maintenance droids, a man possessed. He is not just running; he is a force of nature, using the environment to his advantage. He vaults over a railing, dropping down to a lower level which happens to be a bustling, open-air market, the same kind of crowded underbelly environment he navigated earlier. The sudden transition from sterile corridor to chaotic market is jarring. People scatter as he lands amidst stalls selling glowing produce and cybernetic parts. He doesn’t stop, pushing through the bewildered crowd, his face a mask of grim determination, clutching the data chip inside his coat. The chase is on, and the entire city has become the battlefield.
🎵 Tone: Action-packed, Chaotic, Desperate
🎬 Scene 10
Back in the serene quiet of Anya’s lab. The contrast with the preceding chaos is immense. Vikram, breathing heavily, stands over the central analysis table. His trench coat is torn, and there’s a fresh cut on his cheek, but his focus is absolute. He carefully places the small, retrieved data chip into a slot on the table. Anya, her face etched with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation, makes a final gesture in the air. The room darkens, and the table projects a single, massive, crystal-clear hologram into the center of the room. It is not code or a map this time, but a face. The face is that of a handsome, impeccably dressed man in his 60s, with cold, calculating eyes and a smile that doesn’t reach them. It’s Chairman Takahashi, the universally respected and untouchable CEO of OmniCorp. The hologram is from a security log, showing him coolly observing something off-screen, the same faint, turquoise glow of the ‘Neon Evidence’ reflecting in his eyes. The implication is instant and chilling. The mystery’s source has been found, and it leads to the most powerful man in the city. Vikram stares at the hologram, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten, replaced by a cold, hard fury. His cybernetic eye glows brightly, analyzing the face of his true adversary. The scene holds on his grim, determined expression as the mystery suspense score swells, leaving the audience on a knife-edge cliffhanger.
🎵 Tone: Revelatory, Ominous, Cliffhanger