Viridian's 2025 AI Videos
Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2025 3:39 am
Starting a new thread to document the AI animations I do in this year. Things have significantly progressed since I started with AI, and no doubt more will advance in the coming year. This space is dedicated to polished outputs rather than experimental clips, using a whole suite of tools and skills in the workflow.
The first item is an homage to an original art concept I made years ago. "Field Trip":
What was meant to be a routine field trip takes a horrifying turn when two senior girls, Alice and Charlotte, go missing in the dense woodland. Their teacher, Ms. Ricci, sets out to find them before nightfall, following their faint tracks deeper into the forest. But as she pushes through the undergrowth, the earth shifts beneath her. A moment later, she is sinking—trapped in a pit of quicksand hidden beneath a layer of fallen leaves.
Stranded and waist-deep in the thick, clinging mire, she reaches for her phone. The signal is weak, but she manages a desperate call for help before her grip falters, and the device slips from her fingers, vanishing beneath the surface. Panic sets in. No one knows where she is. The school group is miles away.
Then, voices.
Alice and Charlotte emerge from the trees, breathless, relieved to have found their teacher—until they see her situation. Immediately, they scramble to help, grabbing branches, trying to get closer. But the forest floor is treacherous, and within moments, both girls find themselves trapped as well, the deceptive ground swallowing them up.
Their panic escalates as they struggle against the thick, unrelenting muck, each movement pulling them deeper. The phone is gone. Their shouts for help are swallowed by the vast, empty woods. With no other option, Ms. Ricci fights to stay calm, urging the girls to conserve their energy. They have to think. They have to act.
An idea. Clothing—long sleeves, knotted together. Stripping off their shirts, they tie them into a makeshift rope, stretching it toward the nearest branch. It’s their last hope. Trembling hands reach, muscles strain, but as they pull, the fabric gives way, slipping from the branch and vanishing into the mire.
Defeat. Exhaustion. Cold air against bare skin. Ms. Ricci, now submerged to her shoulders, exhales slowly, trying not to sink further. The girls exchange glances, their faces pale with fear. There is no way out.
And then—cracking branches. A sound in the distance. A flicker of hope.
But as the sun dips lower, casting long shadows through the trees, one question lingers in their minds: will help come in time?
The first item is an homage to an original art concept I made years ago. "Field Trip":
What was meant to be a routine field trip takes a horrifying turn when two senior girls, Alice and Charlotte, go missing in the dense woodland. Their teacher, Ms. Ricci, sets out to find them before nightfall, following their faint tracks deeper into the forest. But as she pushes through the undergrowth, the earth shifts beneath her. A moment later, she is sinking—trapped in a pit of quicksand hidden beneath a layer of fallen leaves.
Stranded and waist-deep in the thick, clinging mire, she reaches for her phone. The signal is weak, but she manages a desperate call for help before her grip falters, and the device slips from her fingers, vanishing beneath the surface. Panic sets in. No one knows where she is. The school group is miles away.
Then, voices.
Alice and Charlotte emerge from the trees, breathless, relieved to have found their teacher—until they see her situation. Immediately, they scramble to help, grabbing branches, trying to get closer. But the forest floor is treacherous, and within moments, both girls find themselves trapped as well, the deceptive ground swallowing them up.
Their panic escalates as they struggle against the thick, unrelenting muck, each movement pulling them deeper. The phone is gone. Their shouts for help are swallowed by the vast, empty woods. With no other option, Ms. Ricci fights to stay calm, urging the girls to conserve their energy. They have to think. They have to act.
An idea. Clothing—long sleeves, knotted together. Stripping off their shirts, they tie them into a makeshift rope, stretching it toward the nearest branch. It’s their last hope. Trembling hands reach, muscles strain, but as they pull, the fabric gives way, slipping from the branch and vanishing into the mire.
Defeat. Exhaustion. Cold air against bare skin. Ms. Ricci, now submerged to her shoulders, exhales slowly, trying not to sink further. The girls exchange glances, their faces pale with fear. There is no way out.
And then—cracking branches. A sound in the distance. A flicker of hope.
But as the sun dips lower, casting long shadows through the trees, one question lingers in their minds: will help come in time?
