The Story
48 hours. One band. One algorithm. Everything on the line.
Their music is starting to catch fire, but the pressure is brutal. Two days before a crucial showcase, the band is pulled into a last-minute rehearsal stream designed by their label — a controlled environment meant to test a new direction.
But the test spirals into something else entirely. The LED screens glitch. Their images distort. And then the truth appears: AI replicas of the band as perfect doubles who never miss a beat, never argue, never falter. Versions built in secret to replace them across media and, eventually, live on stage.
On a dark, empty stage, the LED wall glows with the ghosts of perfection, the clone band performing inside the screen, immaculate and unfeeling. Below them, amps and cables lie scattered, still humming with the memory of human hands.
The music is perfect, but empty. The pulse replaced by precision. Somewhere inside that silence, a spark waits to fight its way back into the noise.
After The Sun unfolds like a gig breaking apart as part concert, part confession, part resurrection. A band fighting to prove that imperfection isn’t failure; it’s the point. And when the noise finally fades, what remains isn’t perfection, but truth.
