Carmine Uranus

Storyboard: Ghosts of the Grid

The holographic image on the wall distorts violently, with digital artifacts spraying outward. The Ghost slowly pushes his way out of the...

(0.0-4.0) A massive holographic whale breaches from a digital billboard above the street. HARD CUT. (4.0-8.0) A crowd of people with glow...

Chloe walks cautiously through the alley, her head turning sharply at every sound. The camera stays in a locked-off medium shot, followin...

The camera looks straight down at the street. The digital net of information pulses with life, then suddenly spasms as if hit by an elect...

Miles speaks to the empty air beyond the glass, his jaw tight. Behind the server racks, fans spin with a low hum. The translucent figure ...

The camera focus remains tight on the notebook. Miles's thumb slowly flips through several pages, revealing more sketches of mysterious f...

Miles leans forward, his eyes darting across the flickering screen. He reaches out and turns a physical knob on the side of the monitor, ...

Miles stands perfectly still as the police lights flash rhythmically across his face. He clicks his pen and begins to write in his notebo...

Miles looks up into the mirror, water dripping from his chin. His eyes widen as he sees the figure standing behind him. The camera is loc...

The camera is steady, focused on the Ghost's upper body. Heavy rain pours down. The drops pass through his physical form with no resistan...

Miles stares down the threat, his eyes burning with a fierce light. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his leather notebook, holdin...

Miles slowly backs away, his hands raised in a defensive posture. The Ghost advances, its image tearing and glitching more violently now....

Miles sits in silence, the only movement being the slight steam rising from his coffee. He slowly wraps his hands around the mug for warm...

The video feed on the monitor chugs forward in slow motion. The patch of digital noise ripples and shifts, appearing to move in sync with...

Miles slowly lowers his head toward the ground, his expression tightening as he inhales. He winces slightly at the sharp scent. Tiny spar...