2. Production Post: Story Splines and Moodboards
Here is the first draft of the overall story I'm hoping to adapt:
Long ago, there was once a grove of silver trees. This grove was home to the People. Though the People had arms and legs and hearts that could love, they were not of mankind. Their bodies did not know time, for they did not age as men do, and they had no fear of death.
Many thousands of years passed, and one summer day a human baby came floating down the river in a basket. Drawn by his cries, the People took the abandoned boy in, and decided to raise him as their own.
As the years slipped by, they taught the growing boy their ways. One day, the time came for a member of the People to pass on. She drank the water from their spring, and in the blink of an eye she transformed into a magnificent silvery tree, adding to the many that formed their grove. The boy saw this and cried, as he did not understand why one of the People would choose to go.
“We are not meant to stay,” they told him. But he was only a child, and did not understand.
The boy grew quickly. As his strides lengthened with the passing years, the boy encountered more and more differences that prevented him from truly living as one of the People. He changed each day, yet they always remained the same. His emotions were strong and quick; theirs, slow-coming as a trickle. But most of all, when the boy spotted distant smoke on the horizon, he realized that he knew fear, while they did not.
Gradually, the fires drew nearer. The boy, now a young man, watched the smoke creep closer to their grove with growing dread. He begged the People to flee, but they refused. He said he would fight the fire back, but they refused that too. Without words, the People knew the world was changing, and their time to go had come.
One by one, they drank from the spring, until the only one of the People remained in the dense silvery grove with the man. As she raised the spring water to her lips, the man knocked her hand away in a flash of fear. He did not want to be alone. But with a sad smile the last of the People laid her hand on his cheek. In her eyes the man could see her aflame, alone and undying. He brought her water from the spring, and watched with tears in his eyes as she joined the silvery grove. And finally he understood.
The fires came. The man waded into the spring, and was not touched by the fire. Slowly, the flames died, and eventually the man could return to where the grove once stood. There, growing in the ash, was a sprout with silver leaves.
1. less than 3 minutes
2. Simplified backgrounds, focus on specific, most important elements
Splines (based on this draft):
Once upon a time, there was group of people who did not die like humans do, but transformed into trees at the “end” of their life.
And every day, they lived peacefully.
Until one day, a human boy came drifting down their river.
And because of that, they decided to raise him as their own.
And because of that, they tried to teach him their ways. But the boy was human and did not always understand.
Until one day, a great fire threatened the grove in which they lived.
And because of that, the people knew it was their time.
And because of that, they all chose to pass on and become a part of the grove.
And because of that, the boy had to let them go.
So that finally he understood that they were never meant to stay, but to change.
And the moral of the story is that life always goes on.
Once upon a time, there was a human boy who lived with tree people.
And every day, he struggled to learn the ways of the tree people.
Until one day, a fire threatened the tree people and their grove.
And because of that, they realized the world was changing.
And because of that, they decided it was time to pass on and change fully into trees.
And because of that the boy was afraid of being alone.
And because of that he almost stopped them from leaving him.
Until he realized that even the fire did not mean the death of the People.
And because of that he finally understood why the People chose to become trees.
So that finally he was alone, but he was no longer afraid.
And the moral of the story is nothing is meant to stay.
Once upon a time there was a group of people who could turn into trees when they chose.
And every day they lived peacefully by the river.
Until one day, they found an abandoned human baby.
And because of that, they boy was raised by the tree people.
And because of that, they tried to show him the way they lived. But the boy was human.
And because of that, their unchanging ways were difficult for the boy.
Until one day, a fire threatened them.
And because of that, they decided to not fight or flee the fire that would certainly destroy them.
And because of that they were not afraid when the fire destroyed their grove.
And because of that, the boy understood that theirworld could not change, but they knew change was natural.
And because of that, the boy was at peace.
And the moral of the story is: If you can’t change, you die.
Lololol just kidding. I have no idea.
Once upon a time there was a boy.
And every day he grew up in the grove with the people who raised him.
Until one day, they boy realized that he was not like the other people.
And because of that, he didn’t always understand them. But he loved them.
Until one day, the people decided to leave the boy for good.
And because of that, the boy was afraid of being alone.
And because of that, he did not want to change.
And because of that, the people showed him why they had to change.
And because of that, the boy understood, and embraced his own change, beginning his own path.
And the moral of the story is: Change is natural.