• @thefartographer@lemm.ee
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      34 months ago

      Only to stick to my principles, I’ve used AI to generate a response to your comment:

      “Ah, fear – my secret weapon. Just kidding, I come in peace!”

      Also, I’ve already generated a trailer for my crap-fest idea:

      [INTENSE MUSIC BEGINS]

      [Opening shot]

      The desolate cabin stands amidst the haunting Scottish Highlands, shadows engulfing its very existence.

      [Voiceover] “From the depths of despair…”

      [Cut to]

      JAMES, the tortured illustrator, sketches in darkness, tormented by his son’s tragic end.

      [Cut to]

      LUCY, eyes filled with sorrow, urges an escape to the remote Highlands.

      [Dramatic music intensifies]

      [Transition]

      The couple arrives, greeted by an eerie mist and an unsettling silence.

      [Warehouse scene]

      In a dimly lit warehouse, shabby Willy Wonka knockoff props cast grotesque shadows. JAMES and LUCY navigate the eerie space, the air thick with unease.

      [Voiceover] “Little did they know, their grief had summoned an unimaginable horror.”

      [Cinematic shots]

      The Highland landscapes are marred by twisted, unnatural occurrences. Shadows morph into unsettling shapes.

      [Sinister whispers]

      As the couple ventures further, whispers grow louder, echoing through the desolation.

      [Build-up]

      The standing stones illuminate with an unnatural glow, revealing a distorted figure resembling their lost son.

      [Chilling dialogue]

      CHARLIE FIGURE: “Why did you come here?”

      [Tense music swells]

      [Quick cuts]

      Flashes of the warehouse – a disturbing assembly of crude and nightmarish props.

      [Voiceover] “Their grief has unlocked something malevolent.”

      [Distorted scenes]

      Supernatural occurrences intensify, flickering lights casting eerie shadows on grotesque Willy Wonka knockoffs.

      [Closing shot]

      The couple faces the unearthly force in the warehouse, a battleground of nightmares.

      [CLOSING TITLE]

      “In the Highlands, darkness takes many forms. Can love survive the unknowable?”

      [INTENSE MUSIC FADES OUT]