Seedance 2.0 Präsentation
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🎬 PROMPT FLOW GEMINI — Cinematográfico 8K (Imagem Limpa / Só o Velho Fala) "Vídeo cinematográfico em HD 8K, com core...
🎬 PROMPT FLOW GEMINI — Cinematográfico 8K (Imagem Limpa / Só o Velho Fala) "Vídeo cinematográfico em HD 8K, com cores vivas e imagem limpa, sem tons amarelados. Iluminação neutra, suave, entrando pelas frestas da casa de taipa no fundo um rato briga com gato, criando um visual claro e bem definido. Estética de filme moderno, com textura realista e movimentos de câmera fluidos. no meio do mato perto de um banco de madeira, vemos um velho negro, muito magro, cerca de 75 anos, rosto profundamente enrugado, expressão cansada porém bem-humorada. Ele esta sem camisa. A luz neutra destaca detalhes naturais da pele e do ambiente, sem tons quentes muito magro parece uma caveira de tao magro, chega uma mulher gordinha tamanho desproporcional vestido azul negr parece que fez botox cilios grande e ela diz : “zé pode pega suas tralha e vaza do meu barraco voce nao da mais coro” O velho magro que parece uma caveira com voz rouca responde: ”Que iss meu amor 50 sentimeto nao ta bom pra voce.” fala extremamente rapida para caber em 8 segundos sem corta nenhuma palavra. Cena fechando com um leve zoom-out."
🎬 PROMPT FLOW GEMINI — Cinematográfico 8K (Imagem Limpa / Só o Velho Fala) "Vídeo cinematográfico em HD 8K, com core...
🎬 PROMPT FLOW GEMINI — Cinematográfico 8K (Imagem Limpa / Só o Velho Fala) "Vídeo cinematográfico em HD 8K, com cores vivas e imagem limpa, sem tons amarelados. Iluminação neutra, suave, entrando pelas frestas da casa de taipa no fundo um rato briga com gato, criando um visual claro e bem definido. Estética de filme moderno, com textura realista e movimentos de câmera fluidos. no meio do mato perto de um banco de madeira, vemos um velho negro, muito magro, cerca de 75 anos, rosto profundamente enrugado, expressão cansada porém bem-humorada. Ele esta sem camisa. A luz neutra destaca detalhes naturais da pele e do ambiente, sem tons quentes muito magro parece uma caveira de tao magro, chega uma mulher bonita vestido preto negra linda parece que fez botox ela diz : “zé pode pega suas tralha e vaza do meu barraco voce nao da mais coro” O velho magro que parece uma caveira com voz rouca responde: ”Que iss meu amor 50 sentimeto nao ta bom pra voce.” fala extremamente rapida para caber em 8 segundos sem corta nenhuma palavra. Cena fechando com um leve zoom-out."
Regresando al reino, se celebra un torneo de entretenimientos donde Lira es la reina. Disfrazado con una máscara de S...
Regresando al reino, se celebra un torneo de entretenimientos donde Lira es la reina. Disfrazado con una máscara de San Valentín, Valentin se une a los juegos, aunque muchos lo ven ridículo. Crea suspenso al participar en el tiro con arco, una habilidad que ha perfeccionado en sus años de exilio. Sorprendentemente, gana el contest y revela su identidad, empuñando la Flecha de Cupido. Apunta a Lira, pero falla al lanzarla mientras la reina intenta escapar hacia el portal mágico.
Daytime match, packed stadium, intense atmosphere. Crowd roaring, drums, chants. A heated argument at the center circ...
Daytime match, packed stadium, intense atmosphere. Crowd roaring, drums, chants. A heated argument at the center circle. The female referee steps in and raises a red card high, commanding silence. The male player protests briefly, then suddenly kneels down dramatically in the center circle. He opens a ring box and proposes. The referee reacts with escalating emotion: shock → disbelief → laughter. Camera cuts to stunned fans, laughing players, commentators losing control. Final moment: The referee, still amused, blows the whistle, red card visible in frame, and points the player toward the tunnel. Tone: humorous, surreal, clean comedy. Ultra-realistic animation, fast broadcast cuts, viral sports energy.
Static corner wide camera view, entire room always visible, fast timelapse. Workers full body visible moving freely: ...
Static corner wide camera view, entire room always visible, fast timelapse. Workers full body visible moving freely: hands spread small black polished pebbles and stones in artistic patterns over the base layer. Clear epoxy resin floods from buckets, flowing over pebbles, embedding them with rising bubbles. Worker uses heat torch in circular motions to level and debubble the surface. Industrial polisher glides back and forth for flawless high-shine finish. Gentle slow zoom out reveals the serene glossy black-pebble floor in a minimalist furnished bathroom or lounge — tub/furniture positioned, deep reflections. "Tutitam" subtly integrated like a faint signature on the wall shadow. 4K cinematic, satisfying ASMR textures, ambient relaxing music with pour, flame, buffer sounds, no people close-ups, no extra text, 9:16 vertical.
🎬 PROMPT FLOW GEMINI — Cinematográfico 8K (Imagem Limpa / Só o Velho Fala) "Vídeo cinematográfico em HD 8K, com core...
🎬 PROMPT FLOW GEMINI — Cinematográfico 8K (Imagem Limpa / Só o Velho Fala) "Vídeo cinematográfico em HD 8K, com cores vivas e imagem limpa, sem tons amarelados. Iluminação neutra, suave, entrando pelas frestas da casa de taipa no fundo um rato briga com gato, criando um visual claro e bem definido. Estética de filme moderno, com textura realista e movimentos de câmera fluidos. no meio do mato perto de um banco de madeira, vemos um velho negro, muito magro, cerca de 75 anos, rosto profundamente enrugado, expressão cansada porém bem-humorada. Ele esta sem camisa. A luz neutra destaca detalhes naturais da pele e do ambiente, sem tons quentes muito magro parece uma caveira de tao magro, chega uma mulher bonita vestido preto negra linda parece que fez botox ela diz : “OI ZÉ VOCE TA TÃO SÓ, SEPAROU DA MARIA PESCOÇO SEM OSSO ?” O velho magro que parece uma caveira com voz rouca responde: ”Separei muié to jogado nas alameda doido pra arruma um problema assim que nem voce.” fala extremamente rapida para caber em 8 segundos sem corta nenhuma palavra. Cena fechando com um leve zoom-out."
アニメ風の可愛い少女、オリジナルキャラクター、年齢は15歳くらい、少女の身長は平均くらい、ピンク色のロングヘア、青色と黄色の髪留め、青色の目、カジュアルな服装、暗い色のトップスにロングスカート、暗めの表情、高めで細いコミュ障のリアル感...
アニメ風の可愛い少女、オリジナルキャラクター、年齢は15歳くらい、少女の身長は平均くらい、ピンク色のロングヘア、青色と黄色の髪留め、青色の目、カジュアルな服装、暗い色のトップスにロングスカート、暗めの表情、高めで細いコミュ障のリアル感を感じる不安定な声、丸みのある顔立ち、そこそこ無表情、きれいでシンプルなアニメの線画、柔らかいパステルカラーのパレット、シンプルなセルシェーディング、暗めだが暖かい色調、テレビアニメの品質、アニメ映画のようなスタイル、柔らかい照明、高品質のアニメーション、ギターを演奏している、
Fixed static wide shot from room corner showing the entire bare room floor and walls. Full-body workers (2–3 people) ...
Fixed static wide shot from room corner showing the entire bare room floor and walls. Full-body workers (2–3 people) always in frame: they scatter handfuls of vibrant rainbow metallic flakes and chips evenly across the primed concrete. Thick clear epoxy resin is mixed in buckets, poured and spread with rollers and squeegees covering the flakes, colorful sparkles suspending in glossy liquid. Worker passes heat torch methodically over the surface, flames visible to pop bubbles. Large rotary polishing machine then buffs the floor to mirror-like perfection. Slow zoom out at end displays the dazzling rainbow-metallic glossy floor in a fully furnished contemporary space — furniture arranged, lights reflecting intensely. "Tutitam" discreetly appearing as small artistic mark on the floor edge. Ultra-detailed 4K, mesmerizing shine, fast timelapse throughout process, chill electronic ambient track with subtle tool sounds, no narration, vertical format.
A dimly lit American diner at night. Harsh fluorescent lights slice through frosted windows, casting stark reflection...
A dimly lit American diner at night. Harsh fluorescent lights slice through frosted windows, casting stark reflections across chrome surfaces. Heavy snow falls outside, wind pressing against the glass. Ultra-high resolution, razor-sharp focus, cinematic depth of field, film-grade color grading. All characters are white American actors with natural, realistic appearances. Close-up: a young white American mother in a worn coat clutches two small children—twins around seven years old—as they huddle in a cramped booth near the restrooms. The boy wears mismatched wool socks pulled over his hands instead of gloves. Their faces are hollow with exhaustion and hunger, eyes dull under the flickering light. The front door slams open. Wind howls through the diner. A massive white American man fills the doorway—six-foot-five, broad shoulders, heavy leather vest with visible patches, graying beard, weathered face. He doesn’t wait to be seated. His boots thud heavily against the linoleum as he walks toward the back. A red crayon rolls across the floor, spinning slowly, and stops beneath his boot. He freezes. Looks down. Then slowly turns his head toward the children. The mother rises instantly, throwing her arms protectively over her kids. Her voice trembles: “Please… we don’t want trouble.” The giant man’s hand moves toward the inside pocket of his vest. Close-up: scarred knuckles, rough skin, fingers disappearing into worn leather. The tension stretches. Cut to: a middle-aged waitress behind the counter, eyes wide, breath caught, gripping a phone with shaking hands. The biker’s hand emerges. He places something gently on the table—a worn photograph and a thick stack of cash. Close-up: the mother’s confused face as she studies the photo… then looks up at the massive man. His eyes are wet. Tears run silently into his beard. He speaks quietly, voice breaking: “His name was Caleb. That was my boy.” Epic emotional weight. Ultra-high image quality, sharp details, dramatic lighting, controlled camera movement. Cinematic, grounded realism. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays.
A dimly lit American diner at night. Harsh fluorescent lights slice through frosted windows, casting stark reflection...
A dimly lit American diner at night. Harsh fluorescent lights slice through frosted windows, casting stark reflections across chrome surfaces. Heavy snow falls outside, wind pressing against the glass. Ultra-high resolution, razor-sharp focus, cinematic depth of field, film-grade color grading. All characters are white American actors with natural, realistic appearances. Close-up: a young white American mother in a worn coat clutches two small children—twins around seven years old—as they huddle in a cramped booth near the restrooms. The boy wears mismatched wool socks pulled over his hands instead of gloves. Their faces are hollow with exhaustion and hunger, eyes dull under the flickering light. The front door slams open. Wind howls through the diner. A massive white American man fills the doorway—six-foot-five, broad shoulders, heavy leather vest with visible patches, graying beard, weathered face. He doesn’t wait to be seated. His boots thud heavily against the linoleum as he walks toward the back. A red crayon rolls across the floor, spinning slowly, and stops beneath his boot. He freezes. Looks down. Then slowly turns his head toward the children. The mother rises instantly, throwing her arms protectively over her kids. Her voice trembles: “Please… we don’t want trouble.” The giant man’s hand moves toward the inside pocket of his vest. Close-up: scarred knuckles, rough skin, fingers disappearing into worn leather. The tension stretches. Cut to: a middle-aged waitress behind the counter, eyes wide, breath caught, gripping a phone with shaking hands. The biker’s hand emerges. He places something gently on the table—a worn photograph and a thick stack of cash. Close-up: the mother’s confused face as she studies the photo… then looks up at the massive man. His eyes are wet. Tears run silently into his beard. He speaks quietly, voice breaking: “His name was Caleb. That was my boy.” Epic emotional weight. Ultra-high image quality, sharp details, dramatic lighting, controlled camera movement. Cinematic, grounded realism. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays.
A dimly lit American diner at night. Harsh fluorescent lights slice through frosted windows, casting stark reflection...
A dimly lit American diner at night. Harsh fluorescent lights slice through frosted windows, casting stark reflections across chrome surfaces. Heavy snow falls outside, wind pressing against the glass. Ultra-high resolution, razor-sharp focus, cinematic depth of field, film-grade color grading. All characters are white American actors with natural, realistic appearances. Close-up: a young white American mother in a worn coat clutches two small children—twins around seven years old—as they huddle in a cramped booth near the restrooms. The boy wears mismatched wool socks pulled over his hands instead of gloves. Their faces are hollow with exhaustion and hunger, eyes dull under the flickering light. The front door slams open. Wind howls through the diner. A massive white American man fills the doorway—six-foot-five, broad shoulders, heavy leather vest with visible patches, graying beard, weathered face. He doesn’t wait to be seated. His boots thud heavily against the linoleum as he walks toward the back. A red crayon rolls across the floor, spinning slowly, and stops beneath his boot. He freezes. Looks down. Then slowly turns his head toward the children. The mother rises instantly, throwing her arms protectively over her kids. Her voice trembles: “Please… we don’t want trouble.” The giant man’s hand moves toward the inside pocket of his vest. Close-up: scarred knuckles, rough skin, fingers disappearing into worn leather. The tension stretches. Cut to: a middle-aged waitress behind the counter, eyes wide, breath caught, gripping a phone with shaking hands. The biker’s hand emerges. He places something gently on the table—a worn photograph and a thick stack of cash. Close-up: the mother’s confused face as she studies the photo… then looks up at the massive man. His eyes are wet. Tears run silently into his beard. He speaks quietly, voice breaking: “His name was Caleb. That was my boy.” Epic emotional weight. Ultra-high image quality, sharp details, dramatic lighting, controlled camera movement. Cinematic, grounded realism. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays.
A dimly lit American diner at night. Harsh fluorescent lights slice through frosted windows, casting stark reflection...
A dimly lit American diner at night. Harsh fluorescent lights slice through frosted windows, casting stark reflections across chrome surfaces. Heavy snow falls outside, wind pressing against the glass. Ultra-high resolution, razor-sharp focus, cinematic depth of field, film-grade color grading. All characters are white American actors with natural, realistic appearances. Close-up: a young white American mother in a worn coat clutches two small children—twins around seven years old—as they huddle in a cramped booth near the restrooms. The boy wears mismatched wool socks pulled over his hands instead of gloves. Their faces are hollow with exhaustion and hunger, eyes dull under the flickering light. The front door slams open. Wind howls through the diner. A massive white American man fills the doorway—six-foot-five, broad shoulders, heavy leather vest with visible patches, graying beard, weathered face. He doesn’t wait to be seated. His boots thud heavily against the linoleum as he walks toward the back. A red crayon rolls across the floor, spinning slowly, and stops beneath his boot. He freezes. Looks down. Then slowly turns his head toward the children. The mother rises instantly, throwing her arms protectively over her kids. Her voice trembles: “Please… we don’t want trouble.” The giant man’s hand moves toward the inside pocket of his vest. Close-up: scarred knuckles, rough skin, fingers disappearing into worn leather. The tension stretches. Cut to: a middle-aged waitress behind the counter, eyes wide, breath caught, gripping a phone with shaking hands. The biker’s hand emerges. He places something gently on the table—a worn photograph and a thick stack of cash. Close-up: the mother’s confused face as she studies the photo… then looks up at the massive man. His eyes are wet. Tears run silently into his beard. He speaks quietly, voice breaking: “His name was Caleb. That was my boy.” Epic emotional weight. Ultra-high image quality, sharp details, dramatic lighting, controlled camera movement. Cinematic, grounded realism. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays.
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