What
changed.

Several passages, one clip. Queue any set of moments and stitch them into a single file, captions rolling. The same machinery cuts filler words and tightens long pauses, each with its count shown before you agree to it.

Two new shapes: 1:1 square and 4:5 portrait feed, in both pad and crop, beside the 9:16 that was already there.

Write-ups: a summary, show notes and captions ready to post, written from your transcript in your recording's language. Plus the delivery counted plainly — pace, fillers, your longest unbroken stretch.

The editor grew up: playback speed, coming back where you left off, renaming a recording, a jump list for music and applause, one level of undo on word corrections, an export history so you can re-cut yesterday's clip in one click, and a transcript format with timestamps that pastes usefully anywhere.

Sign in mid-recording and the rest is transcribed onto the end of the same transcript — nothing to re-upload. The offer under a cut-short transcript now says exactly what happens.

Every font and script the site uses is served by the site itself. Reading any page tells nobody else you were here; sign-in remains the one exception, and only if you press it.

Captions in ninety languages stopped being a gamble: the export chooses a face that can draw your script before it burns anything, and says so.