And I tried to get it to do the whole script but it loses the plot pretty quickly. This is what it gave me for the opening scene. Anything beyond that became gobbledygook.
Opening Scene:
FADE IN:
EXT. PARK - DAY
Alex, a mortal man in his mid-twenties, sits on a bench in the park, lost in thought. He looks up and sees Lyra, a beautiful woman in her mid-twenties, walking by. He watches her for a moment, then stands up and approaches her.
ALEX: Excuse me, do you have a moment?
LYRA: (smiling) Of course.
Alex takes a deep breath and composes himself.
ALEX: I couldn't help but notice you. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
Lyra blushes and looks down, then back up at Alex.
LYRA: (laughs) You're very sweet. My name is Lyra.
ALEX: (smiling) I'm Alex. It's nice to meet you, Lyra.
Lyra smiles and they start talking. Alex is immediately struck by how easy it is to talk to her. They chat about the weather, the park, and soon they are laughing and joking like old friends.
ALEX: So, what brings you to the park today?
LYRA: I like to come here to read. It's so peaceful.
ALEX: (smiling) That's cool. I come here to people-watch.
Lyra laughs and shakes her head.
LYRA: You're funny.
ALEX: (smiling) I try.
They continue talking for a while, and Alex realizes that he has never felt this way before. There is something about Lyra that draws him to her, something he can't quite put his finger on.
LYRA: (smiling) It was really nice meeting you, Alex.
ALEX: (nodding) Yeah, it was great meeting you too.
Lyra smiles and walks away. Alex watches her go, feeling a sense of longing in his chest.
ALEX: (to himself) What was that?
INT. A CAFÉ - DAY
Alex is sitting at a table, staring out the window. He can't stop thinking about Lyra.
Suddenly, Lyra walks in and sits down across from him.
ALEX: (surprised) Lyra, what are you doing here?
LYRA: (smiling) I couldn't stop thinking about you. I thought we could grab some coffee and continue our conversation.
ALEX: (nodding) Yeah, that sounds great.
They order their coffee and continue talking.
ALEX: So, Lyra, what do you do for a living?
LYRA: (smiling) I'm a musician. I play the violin.
ALEX: (looking impressed) That's amazing. Do you perform in concerts?
LYRA: (nodding) Yes, I do. But I prefer playing for smaller audiences. There's something special about connecting with people on a personal level.
ALEX: (nodding) I can see that.
They talk about music for a while, and Alex is impressed by Lyra's passion and talent.
ALEX: (smiling) You're really amazing. I'm glad I met you.
LYRA: (smiling) I'm glad I met you too, Alex.
Suddenly, Lyra's expression turns serious.
LYRA: (looking at Alex) There's something I have to tell you.
ALEX: (surprised) What is it?
LYRA: (looking down) I'm not like other people, Alex. I'm immortal.
Alex looks at Lyra, shocked.
ALEX: (trying to process it) What do you mean? How is that possible?
LYRA: (looking back up) I don't know how it happened, but I've been alive for centuries. I don't age, and I don't get sick. I just...exist.
Alex is silent for a moment, trying to wrap his head around what Lyra is saying.
ALEX: (looking at Lyra) So...you'll live forever?
LYRA: (nodding) Yes.
ALEX: (looking down) I don't know what to say.
LYRA: (looking at Alex) I understand if it's too much. Most people can't handle the idea of immortality.
ALEX: (shaking his head) No, it's not that. It's just...I don't know what to think. I've never met anyone like you.
Lyra smiles, and they continue talking. Alex can't help but feel a sense of despair. He knows that he'll grow old and die, while Lyra will continue living on.