Project Dashboard
LC8
Review the parsed scene text, extracted dialogue, and generated shot list before moving toward prompt creation.
Estimated duration
165s
Location
INTERIOR OF A RAGGEDY TENT
Time of day
DAY
Characters
WHITE CLOUD
White Cloud is a Cowichan Shaman of indeterminate age – but his countenance indicates that he is far from being a youngster. He is dressed in a mix of biker leather, shaman garb and frill, cowboy boots, and incongruously, an Iron Maiden T-shirt. He is throwing bones – what appear to be an amalgam of teeth and fangs. He stares intently at the results of each roll. On the third roll, he looks suddenly surprised, he starts chuckling to himself ominously. I have never seen this before… Standing up, he shuffles outside his tent and stares east at the beckoning dawn sky. The sun is breaking through. Sunlight shimmers across the Salish Sea. We create the world with our words. A Raven! *THE RAVEN STOLE THE SUN is a native legend. Different variations of the story exist, but all of them have one common thread, that a raven returns the light back to the people. The Cowichan tribes of the pacific coast believed that a seagull had taken the sun and hidden it, until a raven discovered his hiding place. In their version of the tale, the Raven outsmarts the seagull so that he can steal the sun and return it to his people.
WHITE CLOUD
WHITE CLOUD
WHITE CLOUD
Shot 1
Shot 1
Inside a dim, raggedy tent, White Cloud sits cross-legged. He is a Cowichan Shaman of indeterminate age, dressed in a mix of biker leather, shaman garb, frill, cowboy boots, and an Iron Maiden T-shirt.
Shot 2
Shot 2
White Cloud's hands, adorned with leather wristbands, cast a collection of bones, teeth, and fangs onto a worn animal hide.
Shot 3
Shot 3
White Cloud leans forward, his face illuminated by a sliver of light, staring intently at the pattern of the bones.
Shot 4
Shot 4
The bones are cast a third time. White Cloud's expression shifts from concentration to sudden surprise.
Shot 5
Shot 5
White Cloud begins to chuckle to himself, a low, ominous sound that grows in his chest.
Shot 6
Shot 6
Still chuckling, White Cloud mutters to himself, 'I have never seen this before…'
Shot 7
Shot 7
White Cloud stands up, his leather and frill rustling, and shuffles toward the tent opening.
Shot 8
Shot 8
Outside the tent, White Cloud stands and stares east at the beckoning dawn sky. The sun is breaking through.
Shot 9
Shot 9
Sunlight shimmers and dances across the surface of the Salish Sea.
Shot 10
Shot 10
White Cloud's voice is heard as he looks out over the water. 'We create the world with our words.'
Shot 11
Shot 11
A single raven flies into the frame, silhouetted against the bright morning sun.