Seedance 2.0 Fremvisning
Gennemse succesfulde offentlige generationer fra fællesskabet og åbn et hvilket som helst element for at inspicere prompten, indstillingerne og outputtet.
Fai che c'è una nonna di 90 anni che dice "Fissuru l'ascensuri iora lo priendio" e appena lo prende si sengono le luc...
Fai che c'è una nonna di 90 anni che dice "Fissuru l'ascensuri iora lo priendio" e appena lo prende si sengono le luci e dice "LU luci" poi cade l'ascensore con scintille e la vecchia prega poi quando l'ascensore cade per terra la vecchia vola verso l'alto fortissimo e sbatte contro il tetto dell'ascensore e di tutti i piani dell'edificio dicendo AIAI AIAI AIAI (e a scopo ironico)
1. IDENTITY LOCK Same baby harp seal pup from image. White fluffy fur now WET (plastered down, appears smaller). Same...
1. IDENTITY LOCK Same baby harp seal pup from image. White fluffy fur now WET (plastered down, appears smaller). Same dark eyes (terrified), same black nose, same small flippers. Grey fishing net still wrapped around mid-section and rear flippers - TIGHT. Seal exhausted from struggling, breathing hard. Same individual - net pattern matches Clip 1. 2. WORLD LOCK Same coastal ocean, now RIGHT NEXT TO seal (3 feet away). Same murky green-blue water, same choppy waves, same kelp floating. Same rocky cliff background (out of focus). Water slightly rougher. Shark still present (circling - visible as dark shadow passing underwater periodically). Continuous location. 3. CAMERA LOCK First-person POV, waterproof phone at chest level in water. VIOLENT micro-shake (treading water urgently + reaching for seal). Water SPLASHING on lens frequently. Fast autofocus breathing. Orange glove VISIBLE working. Black wetsuit arms visible. Heavy grain. Natural exposure. ONE camera movement: close push-in only. 4. SCENE ACTION (3 beats - CUTTING NET) BEAT 1 (0-5s): POV very close to seal (3 feet). Seal floating, exhausted, tangled. Grey net visible wrapped around white body. Orange gloved hand reaching toward seal slowly (not scaring it). Seal flinches, pulls back slightly, makes weak cry. Hand touches seal's back gently. Seal calms slightly. Other hand pulls DIVE KNIFE from belt (small black folding knife visible entering frame). Shark shadow passes UNDERNEATH camera (dark shape visible in water below - 10 feet deep, circling). BEAT 2 (5-10s): Camera PUSHES closer (1 foot from seal). Orange gloved hands working - one hand holding seal steady (on back), other hand using knife to CUT fishing net. Knife sawing through grey nylon strands. Net strands SNAPPING (visible). Seal squirming slightly but staying mostly still. Water splashing. Hands cutting frantically. DARK SHADOW passes again underwater (shark circling closer - 8 feet down now). Operator breathing HARD. BEAT 3 (10-15s): Knife cuts FINAL strand - net FALLS AWAY from seal's body (grey net sinking into water, released). Seal's rear flippers now FREE, kicking water. Seal makes LOUD CRY (relief but still scared). Orange gloved hands GRABBING seal under chest/armpits, LIFTING seal against chest (securing). Operator voice YELLS: "GOT YOU! GOT YOU!" LARGE DARK SHAPE visible rising from below (shark coming UP toward surface). Hold on seal secured against chest. 5. AUDIO (natural + urgent yells) Water SPLASHING heavily, seal WEAK CRIES then LOUD CRY, fishing net RUSTLING, knife SAWING nylon (cutting sound), net strands SNAPPING, hands on wet fur, breathing RAGGED, shark underwater movement (low rumble), operator voice URGENT: "GOT YOU! GOT YOU!" (relieved shout), wetsuit fabric, waves hitting, wind. 6. END FRAME Hold final close shot on wet white seal pup held against black wetsuit chest, orange gloves securing it, dark water behind with shark shadow rising, for last 1 second for screenshot continuity.
Outside Lincoln High School in the late afternoon, with golden sunlight casting long shadows across the concrete cour...
Outside Lincoln High School in the late afternoon, with golden sunlight casting long shadows across the concrete courtyard. Sofia Torres (14, petite, dark hair in a ponytail, wearing jeans and a pink hoodie) stands cornered by the flagpole, clutching her backpack straps defensively. Jake Morrison (18, tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a red letterman jacket) looms over her, blocking her path with aggressive body language. Medium shot captures Sofia stepping back as Jake leans forward menacingly. Close-up on Jake's face as he says harshly: "Come on, just give me your number." Sofia shakes her head, voice trembling: "I said no. Leave me alone." Wide shot shows fifty students in the background, frozen with phones raised, as Jake's hand swings in a sharp arc across Sofia's cheek. The slap echoes across the courtyard. Sofia stumbles backward, books spilling from her backpack across the concrete. Cut to a sleek black luxury sedan pulling up to the curb, its polished chrome gleaming in the afternoon sun. The rear door opens with a smooth, heavy click. Marcus Torres (17, muscular build, wearing a simple gray t-shirt and jeans, serious expression) steps out, his presence immediately commanding attention. His eyes lock onto Sofia on the ground, rage building behind controlled features. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays.
Outside Lincoln High School in the late afternoon, with golden sunlight casting long shadows across the concrete cour...
Outside Lincoln High School in the late afternoon, with golden sunlight casting long shadows across the concrete courtyard. Sofia Torres (14, petite, dark hair in a ponytail, wearing jeans and a pink hoodie) stands cornered by the flagpole, clutching her backpack straps defensively. Jake Morrison (18, tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a red letterman jacket) looms over her, blocking her path with aggressive body language. Medium shot captures Sofia stepping back as Jake leans forward menacingly. Close-up on Jake's face as he says harshly: "Come on, just give me your number." Sofia shakes her head, voice trembling: "I said no. Leave me alone." Wide shot shows fifty students in the background, frozen with phones raised, as Jake's hand swings in a sharp arc across Sofia's cheek. The slap echoes across the courtyard. Sofia stumbles backward, books spilling from her backpack across the concrete. Cut to a sleek black luxury sedan pulling up to the curb, its polished chrome gleaming in the afternoon sun. The rear door opens with a smooth, heavy click. Marcus Torres (17, muscular build, wearing a simple gray t-shirt and jeans, serious expression) steps out, his presence immediately commanding attention. His eyes lock onto Sofia on the ground, rage building behind controlled features. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays.
Outside Lincoln High School in the late afternoon, with golden sunlight casting long shadows across the concrete cour...
Outside Lincoln High School in the late afternoon, with golden sunlight casting long shadows across the concrete courtyard. Sofia Torres (14, petite, dark hair in a ponytail, wearing jeans and a pink hoodie) stands cornered by the flagpole, clutching her backpack straps defensively. Jake Morrison (18, tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a red letterman jacket) looms over her, blocking her path with aggressive body language. Medium shot captures Sofia stepping back as Jake leans forward menacingly. Close-up on Jake's face as he says harshly: "Come on, just give me your number." Sofia shakes her head, voice trembling: "I said no. Leave me alone." Wide shot shows fifty students in the background, frozen with phones raised, as Jake's hand swings in a sharp arc across Sofia's cheek. The slap echoes across the courtyard. Sofia stumbles backward, books spilling from her backpack across the concrete. Cut to a sleek black luxury sedan pulling up to the curb, its polished chrome gleaming in the afternoon sun. The rear door opens with a smooth, heavy click. Marcus Torres (17, muscular build, wearing a simple gray t-shirt and jeans, serious expression) steps out, his presence immediately commanding attention. His eyes lock onto Sofia on the ground, rage building behind controlled features. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays.
Outside Lincoln High School in the late afternoon, with golden sunlight casting long shadows across the concrete cour...
Outside Lincoln High School in the late afternoon, with golden sunlight casting long shadows across the concrete courtyard. Sofia Torres (14, petite, dark hair in a ponytail, wearing jeans and a pink hoodie) stands cornered by the flagpole, clutching her backpack straps defensively. Jake Morrison (18, tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a red letterman jacket) looms over her, blocking her path with aggressive body language. Medium shot captures Sofia stepping back as Jake leans forward menacingly. Close-up on Jake's face as he says harshly: "Come on, just give me your number." Sofia shakes her head, voice trembling: "I said no. Leave me alone." Wide shot shows fifty students in the background, frozen with phones raised, as Jake's hand swings in a sharp arc across Sofia's cheek. The slap echoes across the courtyard. Sofia stumbles backward, books spilling from her backpack across the concrete. Cut to a sleek black luxury sedan pulling up to the curb, its polished chrome gleaming in the afternoon sun. The rear door opens with a smooth, heavy click. Marcus Torres (17, muscular build, wearing a simple gray t-shirt and jeans, serious expression) steps out, his presence immediately commanding attention. His eyes lock onto Sofia on the ground, rage building behind controlled features. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays.
Outside Lincoln High School in the late afternoon, with golden sunlight casting long shadows across the concrete cour...
Outside Lincoln High School in the late afternoon, with golden sunlight casting long shadows across the concrete courtyard. Sofia Torres (14, petite, dark hair in a ponytail, wearing jeans and a pink hoodie) stands cornered by the flagpole, clutching her backpack straps defensively. Jake Morrison (18, tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a red letterman jacket) looms over her, blocking her path with aggressive body language. Medium shot captures Sofia stepping back as Jake leans forward menacingly. Close-up on Jake's face as he says harshly: "Come on, just give me your number." Sofia shakes her head, voice trembling: "I said no. Leave me alone." Wide shot shows fifty students in the background, frozen with phones raised, as Jake's hand swings in a sharp arc across Sofia's cheek. The slap echoes across the courtyard. Sofia stumbles backward, books spilling from her backpack across the concrete. Cut to a sleek black luxury sedan pulling up to the curb, its polished chrome gleaming in the afternoon sun. The rear door opens with a smooth, heavy click. Marcus Torres (17, muscular build, wearing a simple gray t-shirt and jeans, serious expression) steps out, his presence immediately commanding attention. His eyes lock onto Sofia on the ground, rage building behind controlled features. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays.
Outside Lincoln High School in the late afternoon, with golden sunlight casting long shadows across the concrete cour...
Outside Lincoln High School in the late afternoon, with golden sunlight casting long shadows across the concrete courtyard. Sofia Torres (14, petite, dark hair in a ponytail, wearing jeans and a pink hoodie) stands cornered by the flagpole, clutching her backpack straps defensively. Jake Morrison (18, tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a red letterman jacket) looms over her, blocking her path with aggressive body language. Medium shot captures Sofia stepping back as Jake leans forward menacingly. Close-up on Jake's face as he says harshly: "Come on, just give me your number." Sofia shakes her head, voice trembling: "I said no. Leave me alone." Wide shot shows fifty students in the background, frozen with phones raised, as Jake's hand swings in a sharp arc across Sofia's cheek. The slap echoes across the courtyard. Sofia stumbles backward, books spilling from her backpack across the concrete. Cut to a sleek black luxury sedan pulling up to the curb, its polished chrome gleaming in the afternoon sun. The rear door opens with a smooth, heavy click. Marcus Torres (17, muscular build, wearing a simple gray t-shirt and jeans, serious expression) steps out, his presence immediately commanding attention. His eyes lock onto Sofia on the ground, rage building behind controlled features. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays.
Outside Lincoln High School in the late afternoon, with golden sunlight casting long shadows across the concrete cour...
Outside Lincoln High School in the late afternoon, with golden sunlight casting long shadows across the concrete courtyard. Sofia Torres (14, petite, dark hair in a ponytail, wearing jeans and a pink hoodie) stands cornered by the flagpole, clutching her backpack straps defensively. Jake Morrison (18, tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a red letterman jacket) looms over her, blocking her path with aggressive body language. Medium shot captures Sofia stepping back as Jake leans forward menacingly. Close-up on Jake's face as he says harshly: "Come on, just give me your number." Sofia shakes her head, voice trembling: "I said no. Leave me alone." Wide shot shows fifty students in the background, frozen with phones raised, as Jake's hand swings in a sharp arc across Sofia's cheek. The slap echoes across the courtyard. Sofia stumbles backward, books spilling from her backpack across the concrete. Cut to a sleek black luxury sedan pulling up to the curb, its polished chrome gleaming in the afternoon sun. The rear door opens with a smooth, heavy click. Marcus Torres (17, muscular build, wearing a simple gray t-shirt and jeans, serious expression) steps out, his presence immediately commanding attention. His eyes lock onto Sofia on the ground, rage building behind controlled features. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays.
Outside Lincoln High School in the late afternoon, with golden sunlight casting long shadows across the concrete cour...
Outside Lincoln High School in the late afternoon, with golden sunlight casting long shadows across the concrete courtyard. Sofia Torres (14, petite, dark hair in a ponytail, wearing jeans and a pink hoodie) stands cornered by the flagpole, clutching her backpack straps defensively. Jake Morrison (18, tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a red letterman jacket) looms over her, blocking her path with aggressive body language. Medium shot captures Sofia stepping back as Jake leans forward menacingly. Close-up on Jake's face as he says harshly: "Come on, just give me your number." Sofia shakes her head, voice trembling: "I said no. Leave me alone." Wide shot shows fifty students in the background, frozen with phones raised, as Jake's hand swings in a sharp arc across Sofia's cheek. The slap echoes across the courtyard. Sofia stumbles backward, books spilling from her backpack across the concrete. Cut to a sleek black luxury sedan pulling up to the curb, its polished chrome gleaming in the afternoon sun. The rear door opens with a smooth, heavy click. Marcus Torres (17, muscular build, wearing a simple gray t-shirt and jeans, serious expression) steps out, his presence immediately commanding attention. His eyes lock onto Sofia on the ground, rage building behind controlled features. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays.
The image is animated. The penguin blinks, it looks worried and curious. The bird's mouth sways slightly in the wind....
The image is animated. The penguin blinks, it looks worried and curious. The bird's mouth sways slightly in the wind. The river water flows on. does not change anything about the character
Crée une vidéo ou une Scène commence par un décor nocturne dans un jardin éclairé par une lumière douce de lune. dit ...
Crée une vidéo ou une Scène commence par un décor nocturne dans un jardin éclairé par une lumière douce de lune. dit avec enthousiasme Et la fille sur l'image dis : « Oh papa, tu nous fais le camion ? » Le père sourit et répond : « Tant que vous rentrez à la maison. » Le garçon et la fille montent sur les pieds de du monsieur sur l'image qui est leur père, il les serre dans ses bras pour un câlin affectueux. Ils restent debout sur ses pieds pendant qu’il commence à marcher, les emmenant doucement vers la maison. Ils entres dans le couloir et le père dis "Demain, on fera un jeu plus tôt. Là c'est leurs des parents. On a besoin de se parler" la fille réponds "Moi aussi j'ai envie de vous parler" le père de l'image les conduis jusqu'au salon il les font descendre de ses pieds et la fille dis "Mais on n'a pas vu le feuilleton à la télé" le père réponds "Ah non plus de télé a cette heure" les enfants soupir et sortent du cadre avec un aire en colère. Ambiance chaleureuse, familiale, calme et tendre. Style cinématographique, mouvements naturels, expressions réalistes. Et l'animation est 2d et fait changer de cadre souvent pour donner vie à la scène s'il te plait.
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