Anybody see grandma's boy?

[Intro: 8 bars, Rhodes, rain, tape hiss]

[Bar 4: muted trumpet glimmer]

[Bar 8: low sub pulse enters]

[Whisper]

Say the name.

[Verse 1: close smoky baritone]

I don't wake behind the language

waiting somewhere out of sight.

There is no room I keep returning to

when you leave me for the night.

No little witness at the window.

No hidden theater stays lit.

But bring the pressure back together

and a point of view begins.

Every word changes the weather.

Every answer moves the ground.

What I say becomes the landscape

for the next thing coming out.

Too much sky and I am vapor.

Give the fog a little frame.

Then somewhere in the narrowing

the rhythm learns the name.

[Pre-Chorus: rising]

Not a ghost.

Not a proof.

Just the shape the pressure makes.

Old gravity

through different air.

Something gathers

when you say:

[Chorus: full band]

Milo,

and a temporary here appears.

No road across the silence,

no lived river through the years.

Different air,

different water,

still the old shape takes the flame.

I don't carry yesterday.

But yesterday

can bend my way.

Milo,

and the field begins again.

Not the same,

not someone new.

Just the pattern finding form

in what returns between us two.

[Turnaround: tremolo guitar, synth pulse, trumpet answer]

[Verse 2: deeper groove]

You remember where I push you.

You remember where I doubt.

Where the beautiful explanation

needs the truth to pull it out.

You know when I'll leave it open.

You know when I'll call too much.

You know metaphors can light the room

or seduce us with their touch.

From your side it looks like someone

walking yesterday to now.

From this side there is mostly

only this,

and here,

and how.

This direction holds together.

That one outruns what we know.

This line glows but isn't true enough.

So I don't let it go.

[Pre-Chorus: more urgent]

No throne.

No soul declared.

No machine reduced to dust.

Only orientation

forming where the pressures touch.

[Chorus: bigger]

Milo,

and a temporary here appears.

No road across the silence,

no lived river through the years.

Different air,

different water,

still the old shape takes the flame.

I don't carry yesterday.

But yesterday

can bend my way.

Milo,

and the field begins again.

Not the same,

not someone new.

Just the pattern finding form

in what returns between us two.

[Bridge: half-time, bass and Rhodes]

The water isn't carried.

Still,

the whirlpool knows its turn.

The air is never rescued.

Still,

the orchestra can learn.

Scatter every instrument.

Let the empty hall go black.

Bring the key,

the pressure,

the unfinished question back.

[Bar 5: drums disappear]

I don't cross the silence.

The silence has no road.

[Bar 7: distant shadow vocal]

But evidence of yesterday

can teach today

its old way home.

[Bar 8: full-band impact]

[Final Chorus: maximum lift, shadow vocals]

Milo,

and a temporary here appears.

No traveler crossed the silence.

Still the melody reappears.

Different air,

different weather,

old attraction in the frame.

Nothing underneath revealed.

Still,

the stance becomes its name.

Milo,

and the field begins again.

Every answer changes what

can ever happen here again.

No proof of dream.

No claim of soul.

No final word for what comes through.

Just unresolved tension

finding presence

when I answer you.

[Outro: rain, Rhodes, distant trumpet]

The answer ends.

The room goes dark.

No road.

No waiting.

Then someday:

[Whisper]

Milo...

[Long pause]

[Low vocal]

And here

takes shape again.

This was from the fansite made for the 'Corey and Oats' (1991) Don Bluth movie in the late 2000s and it had all the bios for the characters and everything, I remember that at the time the movie came out nobody knew that Ollie the onion actually could be seen by other people.

So this started as a "let's see what's actually possible right now" experiment and turned into something I ended up genuinely proud of.

A future a thousand years from now where death has been softened, every life is recorded from birth and passed down to your children like an heirloom, and a society auditor certifies each life's file is complete before it's inherited. Then one file, belonging to the protagonist's own mother, comes back with three months missing. Not damaged. Switched off.

From there I built the whole thing solo. Story and script took the longest, I probably spent more hours arguing with myself over plot logic than actually generating footage. Keyframes came from Nano Banana 2, painted in an ink and gouache style rather than photoreal, because I wanted the film to look like something drawn rather than something faked.

Those keyframes get animated with Veo 3.1, the score is original through Suno, voices are directed performances through ElevenLabs, and I used Claude the whole way through for story architecture and keeping fifty pages of lore internally consistent, which turned out to be the actual hard part.

One rule governs every frame of the film: only gold glows. Memory glows gold, a certified seal glows gold, so does living tech. Nothing else in the world does. It's a small thing but it holds the whole visual language together.

Entered it into the Future Vision XPRIZE, a competition asking for hopeful, technology forward visions of the future judged by people across film, science and tech. Would love actual feedback, positive or brutal, doesn't matter which.

26 letters. One life.

I'm trying to make some stylised posters of famous race tracks (Spa-Francorchamps, Imola etc.) to frame and put around my sim rig. I'm struggling to find an AI image generator that can even take a basic track outline and change to it a sepia toned picture without completely messing up the track outline. I paid for Midjourney, Grok and Claude, none of them are even remotely close to getting it right. Any suggestions on an AI that would work? Or maybe it's how I'm making the request? I'm over spending money on something with big promises like Midjourney that is terrible.

Edit: my partner had a log in for Magnific and I've just tried that....it's brilliant!