Auravolt is a story, not a set of hero poses. Sixteen scenes follow one twenty-year-old man across San Francisco and Berkeley: airborne above the Bay Bridge at blue hour, palms turned down on a rain-slicked Market Street while lightning crawls across the asphalt, on one knee in a Telegraph Avenue alley with the suit torn open and the gold gone ashen, laughing through Sather Gate with a canvas backpack over one shoulder, catching a runaway streetcar by the front panel and simply not moving. The power has its own grammar. Gold veins at rest, gold arcs when he charges, blue-white discharge only when it leaves the body. The last scene carries no glow at all, which is the whole point of the arc. Created by Jeff Dupler, using the latest in AI technology.






















