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PROMPT VÍDEO IA — UNBOXING NATURAL POV (XÍCARAS) Vídeo vertical, extremamente realista, estilo celular caseiro em coz...
PROMPT VÍDEO IA — UNBOXING NATURAL POV (XÍCARAS) Vídeo vertical, extremamente realista, estilo celular caseiro em cozinha brasileira clara. Modelo brasileira cerca de 30 anos, aparência comum, expressão leve e contente, comportamento espontâneo. Ela está abrindo uma caixa parda neutra de envio sobre a bancada, com proteção típica de louças (papel pardo e plástico bolha). Retira exatamente 6 xícaras verde chá de porcelana iguais à referência e coloca sobre a bancada alinhando o conjunto. Movimentos naturais de quem acabou de receber algo bonito para casa. Mostrar somente: – 6 xícaras verde chá fosco – material porcelana Não mostrar: – pires – bebidas – utensílios – marcas – textos – etiquetas – outros produtos Luz natural, som ambiente leve de casa. Câmera próxima estilo POV/recebido. Tom de voz: feminino brasileiro, cotidiano, espontâneo, leve satisfação (como quem mostra algo novo que gostou). Fala da modelo (≈12–15s): “Olha essas xícaras que chegaram. Jogo de seis xícaras verde chá em porcelana. Jogo de seis xícaras verde chá café porcelana.”
SCENE 1 (3s): Close-up. Suburban high school parking lot, late afternoon, overcast sky, low gray light. A white Ameri...
SCENE 1 (3s): Close-up. Suburban high school parking lot, late afternoon, overcast sky, low gray light. A white American teenage girl, mid-teens, stands on crutches, backpack over one shoulder. A crumpled paper cup flies in from off-screen and hits her in the shoulder. It bounces off. She flinches hard — then freezes, jaw clenched, eyes glassy, staring straight ahead. She does not cry. She does not move. SCENE 2 (4s): Cut to: A white American teenage boy, 17, letterman jacket, leaning halfway out of a silver car window. His expression is over-the-top, theatrical mockery — wide grin, eyebrows raised, performing for his audience. He holds up his arms and mimics limping with huge, exaggerated movements, dragging one leg. His friends inside the car erupt in loud laughter. The boy points at the girl and doubles over, gasping. Then: sharp zoom into the boy's face — mouth wide open, eyes wild with laughter. THE BOY speaks [shouting, grinning] — ZOOM ON: the boy's face: "Ohhh watch out everybody — here comes Hop-Along!" SCENE 3 (3s): Cut to: Ground level. A mud-caked combat boot hits the asphalt. One step. Heavy. Deliberate. Then another. Camera tilts up slowly — worn camouflage uniform, name tape reading MILLER, arms loose at the sides. The soldier is white, mid-forties, physically imposing, expression flat and unreadable. He walks toward the car without hurrying. SCENE 4 (5s): Cut to: The boy's face — the laughter dies instantly. His grin collapses, eyes go wide, body pulls back into the seat, shoulders up to his ears. He cannot hold eye contact. Sharp zoom into the soldier's face — jaw set, eyes locked on the boy, completely calm. THE SOLDIER speaks [quiet, no anger] — ZOOM ON: the soldier's face: "You think that's funny?" Immediate cut. Sharp zoom into the boy's face — pale, lips pressed together, voice cracking. THE BOY speaks [voice cracking] — ZOOM ON: the boy's face: "No, sir. No." NO logos, NO brand names, NO watermarks, NO text overlays, NO subtitles. Cinematic, grounded realism, Netflix short-form drama tone.
SCENE 1 (3s): Close-up. Suburban high school parking lot, late afternoon, overcast sky, low gray light. A white Ameri...
SCENE 1 (3s): Close-up. Suburban high school parking lot, late afternoon, overcast sky, low gray light. A white American teenage girl, mid-teens, stands on crutches, backpack over one shoulder. A crumpled paper cup flies in from off-screen and hits her in the shoulder. It bounces off. She flinches hard — then freezes, jaw clenched, eyes glassy, staring straight ahead. She does not cry. She does not move. SCENE 2 (4s): Cut to: A white American teenage boy, 17, letterman jacket, leaning halfway out of a silver car window. His expression is over-the-top, theatrical mockery — wide grin, eyebrows raised, performing for his audience. He holds up his arms and mimics limping with huge, exaggerated movements, dragging one leg. His friends inside the car erupt in loud laughter. The boy points at the girl and doubles over, gasping. Then: sharp zoom into the boy's face — mouth wide open, eyes wild with laughter. THE BOY speaks [shouting, grinning] — ZOOM ON: the boy's face: "Ohhh watch out everybody — here comes Hop-Along!" SCENE 3 (3s): Cut to: Ground level. A mud-caked combat boot hits the asphalt. One step. Heavy. Deliberate. Then another. Camera tilts up slowly — worn camouflage uniform, name tape reading MILLER, arms loose at the sides. The soldier is white, mid-forties, physically imposing, expression flat and unreadable. He walks toward the car without hurrying. SCENE 4 (5s): Cut to: The boy's face — the laughter dies instantly. His grin collapses, eyes go wide, body pulls back into the seat, shoulders up to his ears. He cannot hold eye contact. Sharp zoom into the soldier's face — jaw set, eyes locked on the boy, completely calm. THE SOLDIER speaks [quiet, no anger] — ZOOM ON: the soldier's face: "You think that's funny?" Immediate cut. Sharp zoom into the boy's face — pale, lips pressed together, voice cracking. THE BOY speaks [voice cracking] — ZOOM ON: the boy's face: "No, sir. No." NO logos, NO brand names, NO watermarks, NO text overlays, NO subtitles. Cinematic, grounded realism, Netflix short-form drama tone.
SCENE 1 (3s): Close-up. Suburban high school parking lot, late afternoon, overcast sky, low gray light. A white Ameri...
SCENE 1 (3s): Close-up. Suburban high school parking lot, late afternoon, overcast sky, low gray light. A white American teenage girl, mid-teens, stands on crutches, backpack over one shoulder. A crumpled paper cup flies in from off-screen and hits her in the shoulder. It bounces off. She flinches hard — then freezes, jaw clenched, eyes glassy, staring straight ahead. She does not cry. She does not move. SCENE 2 (4s): Cut to: A white American teenage boy, 17, letterman jacket, leaning halfway out of a silver car window. His expression is over-the-top, theatrical mockery — wide grin, eyebrows raised, performing for his audience. He holds up his arms and mimics limping with huge, exaggerated movements, dragging one leg. His friends inside the car erupt in loud laughter. The boy points at the girl and doubles over, gasping. Then: sharp zoom into the boy's face — mouth wide open, eyes wild with laughter. THE BOY speaks [shouting, grinning] — ZOOM ON: the boy's face: "Ohhh watch out everybody — here comes Hop-Along!" SCENE 3 (3s): Cut to: Ground level. A mud-caked combat boot hits the asphalt. One step. Heavy. Deliberate. Then another. Camera tilts up slowly — worn camouflage uniform, name tape reading MILLER, arms loose at the sides. The soldier is white, mid-forties, physically imposing, expression flat and unreadable. He walks toward the car without hurrying. SCENE 4 (5s): Cut to: The boy's face — the laughter dies instantly. His grin collapses, eyes go wide, body pulls back into the seat, shoulders up to his ears. He cannot hold eye contact. Sharp zoom into the soldier's face — jaw set, eyes locked on the boy, completely calm. THE SOLDIER speaks [quiet, no anger] — ZOOM ON: the soldier's face: "You think that's funny?" Immediate cut. Sharp zoom into the boy's face — pale, lips pressed together, voice cracking. THE BOY speaks [voice cracking] — ZOOM ON: the boy's face: "No, sir. No." NO logos, NO brand names, NO watermarks, NO text overlays, NO subtitles. Cinematic, grounded realism, Netflix short-form drama tone.
SCENE 1 (3s): Close-up. Suburban high school parking lot, late afternoon, overcast sky, low gray light. A white Ameri...
SCENE 1 (3s): Close-up. Suburban high school parking lot, late afternoon, overcast sky, low gray light. A white American teenage girl, mid-teens, stands on crutches, backpack over one shoulder. A crumpled paper cup flies in from off-screen and hits her in the shoulder. It bounces off. She flinches hard — then freezes, jaw clenched, eyes glassy, staring straight ahead. She does not cry. She does not move. SCENE 2 (4s): Cut to: A white American teenage boy, 17, letterman jacket, leaning halfway out of a silver car window. His expression is over-the-top, theatrical mockery — wide grin, eyebrows raised, performing for his audience. He holds up his arms and mimics limping with huge, exaggerated movements, dragging one leg. His friends inside the car erupt in loud laughter. The boy points at the girl and doubles over, gasping. Then: sharp zoom into the boy's face — mouth wide open, eyes wild with laughter. THE BOY speaks [shouting, grinning] — ZOOM ON: the boy's face: "Ohhh watch out everybody — here comes Hop-Along!" SCENE 3 (3s): Cut to: Ground level. A mud-caked combat boot hits the asphalt. One step. Heavy. Deliberate. Then another. Camera tilts up slowly — worn camouflage uniform, name tape reading MILLER, arms loose at the sides. The soldier is white, mid-forties, physically imposing, expression flat and unreadable. He walks toward the car without hurrying. SCENE 4 (5s): Cut to: The boy's face — the laughter dies instantly. His grin collapses, eyes go wide, body pulls back into the seat, shoulders up to his ears. He cannot hold eye contact. Sharp zoom into the soldier's face — jaw set, eyes locked on the boy, completely calm. THE SOLDIER speaks [quiet, no anger] — ZOOM ON: the soldier's face: "You think that's funny?" Immediate cut. Sharp zoom into the boy's face — pale, lips pressed together, voice cracking. THE BOY speaks [voice cracking] — ZOOM ON: the boy's face: "No, sir. No." NO logos, NO brand names, NO watermarks, NO text overlays, NO subtitles. Cinematic, grounded realism, Netflix short-form drama tone.
{ "video_format": "vertical_9_16", "duration_seconds": 12, "style": "POV dinâmico TikTok Shop", "music": "none", "no_...
{ "video_format": "vertical_9_16", "duration_seconds": 12, "style": "POV dinâmico TikTok Shop", "music": "none", "no_text_on_screen": true, "product": { "name": "Kit 2 Shorts Legging Canelado", "fabric": "poliamida canelada vertical com textura evidente", "modeling": "shorts curto, cintura alta, cós largo firme", "quantity": 2, "reference_fidelity": "100% fiel à imagem, manter textura canelada visível" }, "scene": { "location": "cama clara com luz natural", "initial_layout": "shorts levemente desalinhados" }, "shots": [ { "t_start": 0, "t_end": 2, "visual": "mão entra puxando forte o tecido", "action": "aproximação rápida mostrando o relevo canelado" }, { "t_start": 2, "t_end": 5, "visual": "mostrar os dois shorts lado a lado", "action": "passar o dedo seguindo as linhas verticais" }, { "t_start": 5, "t_end": 8, "visual": "close no cós alto", "action": "pressionar mostrando firmeza" }, { "t_start": 8, "t_end": 12, "visual": "plano médio com os dois visíveis", "action": "organização parcial natural" } ], "voice": { "type": "female", "tone": "confiante e direta", "robotic": false }, "narration_text": [ "Olha essa canelada aqui.", "Short firme, não marca e não fica transparente.", "Cintura alta que segura de verdade.", "Já vem dois no kit. Clica no carrinho enquanto ainda tem." ] }
SCENE 1 (3s): Close-up. Suburban high school parking lot, late afternoon, overcast sky, low gray light. A white Ameri...
SCENE 1 (3s): Close-up. Suburban high school parking lot, late afternoon, overcast sky, low gray light. A white American teenage girl, mid-teens, stands on crutches, backpack over one shoulder. A crumpled paper cup flies in from off-screen and hits her in the shoulder. It bounces off. She flinches hard — then freezes, jaw clenched, eyes glassy, staring straight ahead. She does not cry. She does not move. SCENE 2 (4s): Cut to: A white American teenage boy, 17, letterman jacket, leaning halfway out of a silver car window. His expression is over-the-top, theatrical mockery — wide grin, eyebrows raised, performing for his audience. He holds up his arms and mimics limping with huge, exaggerated movements, dragging one leg. His friends inside the car erupt in loud laughter. The boy points at the girl and doubles over, gasping. Then: sharp zoom into the boy's face — mouth wide open, eyes wild with laughter. THE BOY speaks [shouting, grinning] — ZOOM ON: the boy's face: "Ohhh watch out everybody — here comes Hop-Along!" SCENE 3 (3s): Cut to: Ground level. A mud-caked combat boot hits the asphalt. One step. Heavy. Deliberate. Then another. Camera tilts up slowly — worn camouflage uniform, name tape reading MILLER, arms loose at the sides. The soldier is white, mid-forties, physically imposing, expression flat and unreadable. He walks toward the car without hurrying. SCENE 4 (5s): Cut to: The boy's face — the laughter dies instantly. His grin collapses, eyes go wide, body pulls back into the seat, shoulders up to his ears. He cannot hold eye contact. Sharp zoom into the soldier's face — jaw set, eyes locked on the boy, completely calm. THE SOLDIER speaks [quiet, no anger] — ZOOM ON: the soldier's face: "You think that's funny?" Immediate cut. Sharp zoom into the boy's face — pale, lips pressed together, voice cracking. THE BOY speaks [voice cracking] — ZOOM ON: the boy's face: "No, sir. No." NO logos, NO brand names, NO watermarks, NO text overlays, NO subtitles. Cinematic, grounded realism, Netflix short-form drama tone.
Marcus steps onto the mat, the entire gym holding its breath. Jake’s smirk fades as Marcus meets his eyes with calm, ...
Marcus steps onto the mat, the entire gym holding its breath. Jake’s smirk fades as Marcus meets his eyes with calm, unshakable confidence. Slow-motion close-ups: Jake’s panic, Marcus’s steady focus, the crowd rising to their feet as the tide turns. Dialogue: Jake (voice trembling): “What happened to you?” Marcus (soft, resolute): “I finally learned my worth.”
Marcus steps onto the championship mat, the crowd fading into a low hum as tension thickens in the air. Jake’s confid...
Marcus steps onto the championship mat, the crowd fading into a low hum as tension thickens in the air. Jake’s confident grin slowly collapses when he sees the quiet power in Marcus’s eyes—steady, grounded, unrecognizable. Cinematic close-ups capture the shift: Jake’s rising fear, Marcus’s calm breath, the crowd leaning forward as if sensing the story turning. Soft dramatic lighting highlights the contrast between them—one trembling with fading arrogance, the other radiating newfound strength. The moment feels suspended in time, charged with emotion and unspoken history. Dialogue: Jake (voice cracking): “What happened to you?” Marcus (gentle, unbreakable): “I finally stopped being afraid.”
Marcus steps onto the championship mat, the crowd fading into a low hum as tension thickens in the air. Jake’s confid...
Marcus steps onto the championship mat, the crowd fading into a low hum as tension thickens in the air. Jake’s confident grin slowly collapses when he sees the quiet power in Marcus’s eyes—steady, grounded, unrecognizable. Cinematic close-ups capture the shift: Jake’s rising fear, Marcus’s calm breath, the crowd leaning forward as if sensing the story turning. Soft dramatic lighting highlights the contrast between them—one trembling with fading arrogance, the other radiating newfound strength. The moment feels suspended in time, charged with emotion and unspoken history. Dialogue: Jake (voice cracking): “What happened to you?” Marcus (gentle, unbreakable): “I finally stopped being afraid.”
Marcus steps onto the mat, the entire gym holding its breath. Jake’s smirk fades as Marcus meets his eyes with calm, ...
Marcus steps onto the mat, the entire gym holding its breath. Jake’s smirk fades as Marcus meets his eyes with calm, unshakable confidence. Slow-motion close-ups: Jake’s panic, Marcus’s steady focus, the crowd rising to their feet as the tide turns. Dialogue: Jake (voice trembling): “What happened to you?” Marcus (soft, resolute): “I finally learned my worth.”
Marcus steps onto the championship mat, the crowd fading into a low hum as tension thickens in the air. Jake’s confid...
Marcus steps onto the championship mat, the crowd fading into a low hum as tension thickens in the air. Jake’s confident grin slowly collapses when he sees the quiet power in Marcus’s eyes—steady, grounded, unrecognizable. Cinematic close-ups capture the shift: Jake’s rising fear, Marcus’s calm breath, the crowd leaning forward as if sensing the story turning. Soft dramatic lighting highlights the contrast between them—one trembling with fading arrogance, the other radiating newfound strength. The moment feels suspended in time, charged with emotion and unspoken history. Dialogue: Jake (voice cracking): “What happened to you?” Marcus (gentle, unbreakable): “I finally stopped being afraid.”
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