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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 – Shadows Beneath the Neon Sky
Prompt Details
🎬 Scene 1
The scene opens on an extreme wide shot of a sprawling cyberpunk metropolis, Neo-London, under the oppressive weight of a perpetual twilight, drenched in a torrential downpour. The sky is a bruised canvas of deep indigo and violet, slashed with the aggressive, vibrant light of holographic advertisements that flicker and writhe across the facades of monolithic skyscrapers. Rain falls in thick, glossy sheets, catching the lurid glow of neon signs advertising synthetic ramen, cybernetic enhancements, and off-world colonies. In the foreground, perched precariously on the gargoyle-adorned ledge of a neo-gothic skyscraper, stands the solitary figure of KAEL. The camera executes a slow, dramatic push-in, transitioning from the vast cityscape to an intimate medium shot. Kael is a man weathered by the city’s harsh realities. Rain plasters his greying dark hair to his temples and runs in rivulets down the deep lines of his face, tracing the path of a prominent scar on his left cheek. His cybernetic right eye, a marvel of cold, hard technology, emits a soft, pulsating cyan light, its internal lenses whirring almost imperceptibly as it scans the neon-drenched canyons below. His heavy, high-collared trench coat, made of a worn, water-resistant synthetic material, is soaked through, its dark fabric clinging to his powerful frame. Droplets of water bead on his cybernetic hand as he clenches it into a fist. The wind howls around him, whipping his coat and carrying the distant, cacophonous symphony of the city: the wail of sirens, the bass-heavy thud of music from unseen clubs, and the constant, electric hum of a world that never sleeps. The lighting is stark and full of contrast, with the cold, analytical blue of his cyber-eye playing against the warm, chaotic magenta and gold of the city’s neon heart. The atmosphere is one of profound isolation and grim determination, a hunter observing his concrete jungle before the chase begins.
🎵 Tone: Brooding, suspenseful, atmospheric
🎬 Scene 2
The scene abruptly cuts to the chaotic, sensory-overload environment of a subterranean market in Neo-London’s underbelly. The air is thick with steam rising from food stalls, the smell of sizzling synthetic protein, wet pavement, and ozone. A dense, jostling crowd of people—decked out in eclectic cyberpunk fashion, with glowing tattoos, minor cybernetic augmentations, and vibrant, synthetic fabrics—surges through the narrow, covered street. Towering holographic koi fish swim lazily through the air above, their light casting shifting, ethereal patterns on the damp ground. KAEL moves through this human river with a relentless, focused energy, a solid object against a chaotic current. The camera adopts a tight, handheld, over-the-shoulder perspective, following him closely and immersing the viewer in his point-of-view. He shoves past a street vendor selling glowing data-noodles and ducks under a low-hanging canopy dripping with condensation. His cybernetic eye is in overdrive, its cyan light flaring as it processes a stream of augmented reality data visible only to him—glowing digital footprints and a faint energy signature he’s tracking. The lighting is a frantic, strobing collage of red paper lanterns, flickering blue and green LED signs, and the cool, analytical overlay of his AR display. Every surface is slick with moisture, reflecting the riot of colour and creating a disorienting, beautiful mess. Kael’s expression is a mask of intense concentration, his gaze fixed on a point somewhere ahead in the crowd, completely ignoring the noise and chaos that surrounds him. He is a predator, and the market is just an obstacle.
🎵 Tone: Urgent, chaotic, intense
🎬 Scene 3
In stark contrast to the previous scene’s chaos, we are now in a narrow, forgotten alleyway, wedged between two towering, grime-caked buildings. The only light comes from a flickering, sickly yellow service lamp high above and the ambient neon glow filtering down from the city’s upper levels, creating long, distorted shadows. The ground is littered with discarded tech and overflowing refuse containers. Rainwater cascades down rusted pipes, forming deep, reflective puddles on the broken concrete. Suddenly, a figure drops into the frame from above, landing with a near-silent grace that speaks of immense agility. This is ECHO. She is a stark, futuristic vision against the urban decay. Her form-fitting black jumpsuit is woven with fiber-optic threads that create shifting, glitching holographic patterns, like digital static, across its surface. Her short, vibrant magenta hair, styled in a sharp undercut, seems to absorb and re-radiate the faint light. A sleek, black visor covers the upper half of her face, its surface dark and unreadable. The camera is positioned low, looking up at her, emphasizing her sudden, ghost-like appearance. For a brief moment, she is perfectly still, her head cocked as if listening for sounds of pursuit. Then, with fluid, economical movements, she turns and glances back down the alley, the direction from which she came. A thin, red LED strip on her visor flashes once. The patterns on her suit intensify, glitching more erratically as she prepares to move again. The atmosphere is thick with tension and the smell of wet decay, a moment of fleeting stillness in a desperate flight.
🎵 Tone: Tense, mysterious, furtive
🎬 Scene 4
We are back with KAEL, who has just burst into the same grimy alleyway Echo was in moments before. The camera is tight on his face, his expression one of grim frustration as he scans the empty space. His breath mists in the cold, damp air. The rain has momentarily lessened to a drizzle, and the water dripping from the overhead pipes creates a rhythmic, almost meditative sound that contrasts with his internal urgency. His cybernetic eye glows intensely, sweeping the area, its AR overlay highlighting scuff marks on the concrete and faint heat signatures that are rapidly fading. He takes a few heavy steps forward, his boots splashing in a puddle, the sound echoing in the narrow confines. Then, his eye locks onto something. The camera follows his gaze, executing a rapid rack focus to a small object on the ground. Nestled amongst the grime and wet concrete is a tiny, wafer-thin data-chip. It’s partially submerged in a puddle, and a single, corrupted red light on its surface blinks erratically, casting a miniature, pulsating glow on the water around it. Kael kneels down, his trench coat pooling around him. The camera moves to an extreme close-up of his cybernetic hand, the matte-black fingers precise and steady as he plucks the chip from the water. He brings it up to his face, holding it between his thumb and forefinger. The blinking red light reflects in the lens of his cybernetic eye, a tiny spark of information in the vast, dark city. A faint smirk touches his lips—a predator who has just rediscovered the scent of his prey.
🎵 Tone: Intriguing, focused, a moment of discovery
🎬 Scene 5
The interior of a sleek, minimalist maglev train carriage, hurtling through the city’s elevated transport network. The scene is a stark contrast to the grimy streets below. The lighting is cool and indirect, emanating from soft white panels in the ceiling. Through the large, panoramic window, the neon-soaked skyline of Neo-London blurs into streaks of vibrant, abstract colour—a Monet painting rendered in electricity and steel. ECHO sits alone in the carriage, a small, still figure in the clean, sterile environment. The camera is positioned opposite her, a static, observational shot that captures her isolation. She is leaning forward slightly, her attention completely absorbed by a complex, three-dimensional holographic interface projected from a device on her wrist. Her gloved fingers dance through the air, manipulating shimmering lattices of data, rotating wireframe models, and swiping through cascading lines of code. The light from the hologram casts a dynamic, bluish-white glow on her face and the upper part of her jumpsuit, illuminating the subtle details of her visor. The holographic patterns on her suit are now calm, pulsing in a slow, steady rhythm, mirroring her focused state. Her posture is relaxed but alert. She is no longer fleeing; she is analyzing, processing. This is her element. The world outside is a chaotic blur, but here, in the cold, clean sanctuary of the maglev, she is in absolute control, immersed in the digital stream she has stolen.
🎵 Tone: Calm, focused, analytical
🎬 Scene 6
A chaotic, desperate energy fills the frame as we cut to the gleaming, cavernous maglev station. The architecture is grand and impersonal, all polished chrome and white polymer, but the scene is frantic. Warning lights flash on a nearby platform, and a synthesized female voice announces the train’s departure over the PA system. The camera, again using a dynamic, shaky handheld style, follows KAEL as he sprints through the station. He shoves past startled commuters and vaults over a ticket barrier, his long trench coat billowing out behind him. His face is a mask of raw exertion and fury, sweat beading on his forehead and his breath coming in ragged gasps. The cool, orderly environment of the station is disrupted by his violent, desperate forward momentum. He reaches the platform just as the maglev train—the same one Echo is on—begins to accelerate, its doors sealed shut. The train glides away from the platform with an effortless, silent speed. Kael skids to a halt at the edge of the platform, his heavy boots scraping against the warning line. He slams his cybernetic fist against a glass safety barrier in pure, unadulterated frustration. The impact creates a spiderweb of cracks in the reinforced glass. Through the window of the departing train, he can just make out Echo’s silhouetted form before it becomes another blur in the tunnel’s darkness. The camera holds on Kael, his shoulders slumped in momentary defeat, his chest heaving, a lone, angry figure left behind on the sterile, empty platform.
🎵 Tone: Frantic, desperate, frustrating
🎬 Scene 7
The scene is a flurry of digital information and raw human frustration. Kael stands before a public data terminal, its holographic screen flickering to life under his touch. The terminal is set into a grimy wall in a less-trafficked corridor of the maglev station. The camera is extremely close, focusing on the interplay between Kael’s cybernetic enhancements and the public tech. His cybernetic fingers fly across the holographic keyboard, a blur of motion. A physical data-jack cable snakes from his wrist port and plugs into the terminal with a sharp, audible click. The moment he connects, his cybernetic eye flares with an intense cyan light, almost painfully bright. The camera pushes in to an extreme macro shot of his eye, where we can see lines of code and transit schematics scrolling rapidly across its lens, a reflection of the data he’s processing. The holographic screen in front of him is a chaotic mess of overlapping windows: train network maps, security camera feeds he’s trying to hack, and rapidly scrolling lines of code. He’s not just using the terminal; he’s brute-forcing his way into the entire transport network’s mainframe. A vein throbs on his temple, and his jaw is clenched so tight it looks like it might crack. He’s pouring all his focus and frustration into this single, desperate act of digital warfare. The lighting is harsh, provided solely by the blue and white light of the holographic screen, casting deep, sharp shadows across his face and highlighting the strain of his expression.
🎵 Tone: Tense, intelligent, desperate
🎬 Scene 8
The location shifts dramatically to a vast, derelict industrial warehouse in Sector 7. The space is cavernous and filled with the skeletal remains of forgotten machinery, draped in thick cobwebs of dust and decay. Rainwater drips from gaping holes in the corrugated iron roof, creating a percussive rhythm that echoes through the silence. The only light source is a massive, freestanding holographic projector that ECHO has activated in the center of the space. It bathes the immediate area in a cool, blue-white light, casting immense, dancing shadows from the surrounding machinery. Echo stands before the projection, which displays the stolen data not as code, but as a complex, rotating 3D model of what appears to be a human brain, interwoven with glowing, pulsating neural pathways and strange, alien-looking geometric structures. The scale of the projection dwarfs her. The camera slowly orbits around her, capturing her small form against the immense, intricate hologram. She has removed her visor, and for the first time, we see her face. She has sharp, intelligent features and striking, pale grey eyes that reflect the light of the hologram. Her expression is one of awe, confusion, and a dawning sense of horror. The stolen information is clearly far more significant and dangerous than she ever anticipated. The holographic patterns on her suit are now shifting in an agitated, chaotic manner, betraying the calm facade she usually maintains. She reaches out a hesitant, gloved hand, her fingers stopping just short of touching the ethereal, projected brain, as if she could feel its secrets.
🎵 Tone: Awe, suspense, dawning horror
🎬 Scene 9
The fragile quiet of the warehouse is shattered. A heavy metal door at the far end of the space is kicked open with a deafening clang, silhouetting a large figure against the rain-swept darkness outside. It’s KAEL. He steps into the warehouse, his trench coat dripping, his cybernetic eye cutting a cyan swathe through the gloom. The camera is positioned behind Echo, looking over her shoulder at the approaching threat. The massive holographic projection between them flickers, its light catching the water on Kael’s coat and the determined, angry set of his jaw. He raises a heavy-caliber pistol, its integrated laser sight painting a single, steady red dot on Echo’s chest. Echo doesn’t flinch. She slowly turns away from the hologram to face him, her expression now unreadable, a mask of calm calculation returning. The space between them is charged with a palpable tension, a hundred feet of cold, damp air crackling with unspoken history and imminent violence. The only sound is the dripping water, the hum of the projector, and the heavy, measured sound of Kael’s boots on the concrete floor as he slowly advances. The scene is a classic standoff, a fusion of old-world noir and new-world technology. The blue light of the hologram and the red dot of the laser sight create a stark, primary color conflict in the center of the frame, a visual representation of the confrontation between the two characters.
🎵 Tone: Confrontational, tense, dramatic
🎬 Scene 10
The standoff holds, the air thick enough to cut with a knife. The camera moves into a series of tense, intimate close-ups, cutting between the two protagonists. First, a shot of Kael’s face, rain-slicked and grim, his finger steady on the trigger, his cybernetic eye glowing with unwavering focus. The red laser dot on Echo remains perfectly still. Then, a cut to Echo’s face. Her expression is unreadable, but her pale grey eyes are locked onto Kael’s, a silent communication passing between them. The massive, complex hologram of the neural network continues to rotate slowly between them, a silent, third character in the scene. Then, in a move that subverts all expectation, Echo slowly raises her left hand, palm open. It is a gesture of surrender, but her eyes suggest otherwise. In her palm rests a small data-chip, identical to the one Kael found in the alley, but this one glows with a steady, cool blue light. It is not the stolen data. It is something else entirely. The camera executes a final, dramatic rack focus. It starts as a tight close-up on the new, blue-lit chip in Echo’s hand. Then, the focus shifts past her, past the glowing hologram, to Kael’s face in the background. His expression, for the first time, is not anger or determination, but a flicker of confusion and intrigue. The red dot of his laser sight wavers for just a fraction of a second. The scene ends on this unresolved moment, a new mystery presented, a new deal offered, leaving the entire narrative hanging on the edge of a blade.
🎵 Tone: Intriguing, suspenseful, cliffhanger