Pink Floyd - Echos "D" Version -4th pass(final) - Peyote render * project complete*

Описание: Complete song and be far the longest and largest animation script I have written to date.



The story was about a woman experiencing life Post apocalyptic world and its terrors, Hallucinations and horrors hunting her mind from the toxic exposure.
I rendered a version in very low resolution to see how it came out and it looked pretty good but it needed sound my story worked out to be 23 minutes and some odd seconds,
now I needed to find a soundtrack for it and Pink Floyd Echoes was the only thing I could find that was the proper length to fit my story.
The story I comprise was over 730,000 Characters long 2600+ defined screen frames. When I listened to echoes personally with all the trippy weird scary sounds for me that went perfect with the post apocalyptic horrors that were being shown on screen the minute and 30 seconds worth of lyrics out of the 23 minute song don't match but the vibe that the music in the beginning put off in my eyes fit perfectly.
My script was extremely ambitious some of the math formulas utilized behind it to create various cos and sin waves repeating for movement as well as calculating the beat for a zoom cycles to this length it was extremely challenging I don't regret doing it but wow I don't think I'll do something this big alone solo again.

So here's a story about the horrors that a woman experiences in a post apocalyptic world with Pink Floyd Echoes as the soundtrack.

rendered file is 37.7GB!!!!with a json prompt over 700,ooo characters long. That's just the portion to describe imagery that's not the math or any zoom prompts no strength schedules just prompt.

Final version for now. or is it...... my Redo of the yellow submarine animated movie complete start to finish is 109,000 frames long and it's going to take two and a half days just to render in low resolution to see how it comes together that's a project for another day

Thank you all for watching my goal is to just create trippy imagery sometimes I match the music sometimes I I make lots of different versions until I do
My story goes like this

"0": "The woman stands at the edge of a crumbled highway, her silhouette framed against a twilight sky filled with swirling ash and dim sunlight. Wearing tattered clothing, Torn U S Army fatigues",
"100": "She closes her eyes, breathing deeply, as the echoes of distant thunder roll through the skeletal remains of a city.",
"200": "Her eyes open, scanning the desolation before her-burned ruins, twisted metal, and a horizon blurred by haze.",
"300": "She kneels by a shattered monument, tracing the cracks with her fingers, as if piecing together a forgotten memory.",
"400": "The wind picks up, carrying the scent of charred earth, and she closes her eyes to steady herself against the ghostly whispers in the air.",
"500": "Opening her eyes, she sees movement in the distance-a fleeting shadow or an imagined figure vanishing into the fog.",
"600": "She begins walking again, her footsteps in the rubble forming a rhythm that mirrors her heartbeat, steady but heavy.",
"700": "Pausing beside a rusted vehicle, she leans against its corroded frame, closing her eyes to shut out the stark emptiness around her.",
"800": "Her eyes open abruptly as a faint sound-a bird, or perhaps a distant siren-breaks the oppressive silence.",
"900": "Reaching a derelict skyscraper, she gazes up at its jagged edges, blinking slowly as memories of a thriving world flicker in her mind.",
"1000": "Inside, the echoes of her own footsteps reverberate, and she stops to listen, eyes closed, as if waiting for a response from the void.",
"1100": "Emerging onto the roof, she faces the horizon once more, where the sun struggles to rise, bathing the ruins in an eerie golden glow.",
"1200": "Her eyes close again, her lips moving as if in prayer, though no sound escapes her, only the faint whisper of the wind.",
"1300": "Descending back into the ruins, she encounters a twisted tree, its gnarled branches clawing at the sky, and pauses to blink away the dust.",
"1400": "As she moves further, she finds a shattered mirror, her fractured reflection staring back at her with eyes that seem both foreign and familiar.",
"1500": "Closing her eyes tightly, she turns away, the mirror shattering further as her trembling hand brushes against it.",

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