Pameran Seedance 2.0
Jelajahi generasi publik yang berhasil dari komunitas dan buka item apa pun untuk memeriksa prompt, pengaturan, dan output.
Video vertical/portrait untuk TikTok berdurasi 15 detik, satu scene dengan gerakan sederhana, fokus pada ekspresi dan...
Video vertical/portrait untuk TikTok berdurasi 15 detik, satu scene dengan gerakan sederhana, fokus pada ekspresi dan aksi, aman untuk TikTok/Instagram Reels. [KONSISTENSI KRITIKAL: Video timelapse HARUS menunjukkan proses membangun Membuat kolam ikan buat mancing lalu di test mancing dari awal hingga selesai. SANGAT PENTING - hasil akhir HARUS SAMA PERSIS dengan apa yang dibangun di setiap tahap. Jika membangun rumah kayu, hasil akhir HARUS rumah kayu. Jika membangun menara lego, hasil akhir HARUS menara lego. JANGAN sampai berbeda.] Timelapse dengan gerakan cepat tapi smooth. Setiap step-by-step terlihat jelas - mulai dari material awal, proses perakitan, hingga finishing. [AUDIO: Suara ASMR proses kerja - palu, gergaji, mesin, material. TANPA voiceover narasi.] Angle yang konsisten menunjukkan progress jelas. Background lokasi pembangunan yang sama dari awal sampai akhir. [PORTRAIT 9:16 vertical format - like smartphone video] [WAJIB BAHASA INDONESIA: Seluruh video ini HARUS dibuat dalam konteks Indonesia. Model/aktor HARUS orang Indonesia asli dengan wajah khas Indonesia/Asia Tenggara (BUKAN bule/caucasian, BUKAN Korea/Jepang/China). Voice over dan narasi HARUS dalam Bahasa Ind
Interior of a spare American pawn shop, late afternoon. Warm amber window light cuts across a long glass display coun...
Interior of a spare American pawn shop, late afternoon. Warm amber window light cuts across a long glass display counter. A white American woman in her mid-thirties â dark hair pulled back, worn jacket, exhausted eyes â stands on the customer side with one hand resting flat on the glass. Across from her, a heavyset white American man in his sixties, collared shirt, reading glasses in hand, holds an old leather-strap watch in both palms with unmistakable deliberateness. His jaw tightens. He looks up slowly. Long beat of silence â no movement, no score. Shelves of secondhand goods fill the shallow background; no visible signage or text. He shakes his head slightly, half frustrated, half tender, and says in a rough, gravelly voice: "You foolish girl... your father left this here for you." She freezes. Her breath catches. Her hand slowly closes into a fist on the glass. Close-up: a single tear rolls down her cheek, then another, as the realization hits. Her lips part but no sound comes. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays, no subtitles. Cinematic, grounded, raw emotion. Netflix short-form drama tone.
guy who is being shot at by S.W.A.T and then he stops the bullets using telekinisis and then the camera pans to his f...
guy who is being shot at by S.W.A.T and then he stops the bullets using telekinisis and then the camera pans to his face, enters his eye and we see he has a cheat client named crypton in the corner and he uses "explosive crypton" to explode all the swat officers and he flies off to a skyscraper which collapses from him going straight through it
In a dark narrow alley behind a paint shop, dim light from a single overhead bulb casts harsh shadows. Marcus Cole (5...
In a dark narrow alley behind a paint shop, dim light from a single overhead bulb casts harsh shadows. Marcus Cole (58, gray hair soaked with paint thinner, weathered face, wearing work clothes) stands surrounded by six gang members. Dante (30s, leather jacket, arrogant sneer) towers over him holding an empty chemical bucket while others film on phones. Close-up: Dante leans in threatening: "Maybe we visit that pretty daughter of yours. Emma, right? Works at the coffee shop on Fifth Street?" Cut to: Marcus's eyes transform from weary resignation to cold predatory focus, his entire demeanor shifting in an instant. His voice drops to a lethal whisper: "You shouldn't have said her name." Marcus hurls a paint can at the overhead light, plunging the alley into darkness. Wide shot: In rapid succession through strobing shadowsâMarcus disarms one gang member, drops another with precision strikes, incapacitates a third. Bodies fall in calculated sequence. Fifteen seconds of surgical violence. The alley lights flicker back on showing Marcus standing calm amid six incapacitated gang members. Cinematic noir lighting, explosive precision combat, photorealistic, retired legend unleashed.
In a dark narrow alley behind a paint shop, dim light from a single overhead bulb casts harsh shadows. Marcus Cole (5...
In a dark narrow alley behind a paint shop, dim light from a single overhead bulb casts harsh shadows. Marcus Cole (58, gray hair soaked with paint thinner, weathered face, wearing work clothes) stands surrounded by six gang members. Dante (30s, leather jacket, arrogant sneer) towers over him holding an empty chemical bucket while others film on phones. Close-up: Dante leans in threatening: "Maybe we visit that pretty daughter of yours. Emma, right? Works at the coffee shop on Fifth Street?" Cut to: Marcus's eyes transform from weary resignation to cold predatory focus, his entire demeanor shifting in an instant. His voice drops to a lethal whisper: "You shouldn't have said her name." Marcus hurls a paint can at the overhead light, plunging the alley into darkness. Wide shot: In rapid succession through strobing shadowsâMarcus disarms one gang member, drops another with precision strikes, incapacitates a third. Bodies fall in calculated sequence. Fifteen seconds of surgical violence. The alley lights flicker back on showing Marcus standing calm amid six incapacitated gang members. Cinematic noir lighting, explosive precision combat, photorealistic, retired legend unleashed.
In a dark narrow alley behind a paint shop, dim light from a single overhead bulb casts harsh shadows. Marcus Cole (5...
In a dark narrow alley behind a paint shop, dim light from a single overhead bulb casts harsh shadows. Marcus Cole (58, gray hair soaked with paint thinner, weathered face, wearing work clothes) stands surrounded by six gang members. Dante (30s, leather jacket, arrogant sneer) towers over him holding an empty chemical bucket while others film on phones. Close-up: Dante leans in threatening: "Maybe we visit that pretty daughter of yours. Emma, right? Works at the coffee shop on Fifth Street?" Cut to: Marcus's eyes transform from weary resignation to cold predatory focus, his entire demeanor shifting in an instant. His voice drops to a lethal whisper: "You shouldn't have said her name." Marcus hurls a paint can at the overhead light, plunging the alley into darkness. Wide shot: In rapid succession through strobing shadowsâMarcus disarms one gang member, drops another with precision strikes, incapacitates a third. Bodies fall in calculated sequence. Fifteen seconds of surgical violence. The alley lights flicker back on showing Marcus standing calm amid six incapacitated gang members. Cinematic noir lighting, explosive precision combat, photorealistic, retired legend unleashed.
In a dark narrow alley behind a paint shop, dim light from a single overhead bulb casts harsh shadows. Marcus Cole (5...
In a dark narrow alley behind a paint shop, dim light from a single overhead bulb casts harsh shadows. Marcus Cole (58, gray hair soaked with paint thinner, weathered face, wearing work clothes) stands surrounded by six gang members. Dante (30s, leather jacket, arrogant sneer) towers over him holding an empty chemical bucket while others film on phones. Close-up: Dante leans in threatening: "Maybe we visit that pretty daughter of yours. Emma, right? Works at the coffee shop on Fifth Street?" Cut to: Marcus's eyes transform from weary resignation to cold predatory focus, his entire demeanor shifting in an instant. His voice drops to a lethal whisper: "You shouldn't have said her name." Marcus hurls a paint can at the overhead light, plunging the alley into darkness. Wide shot: In rapid succession through strobing shadowsâMarcus disarms one gang member, drops another with precision strikes, incapacitates a third. Bodies fall in calculated sequence. Fifteen seconds of surgical violence. The alley lights flicker back on showing Marcus standing calm amid six incapacitated gang members. Cinematic noir lighting, explosive precision combat, photorealistic, retired legend unleashed.
In a dark narrow alley behind a paint shop, dim light from a single overhead bulb casts harsh shadows. Marcus Cole (5...
In a dark narrow alley behind a paint shop, dim light from a single overhead bulb casts harsh shadows. Marcus Cole (58, gray hair soaked with paint thinner, weathered face, wearing work clothes) stands surrounded by six gang members. Dante (30s, leather jacket, arrogant sneer) towers over him holding an empty chemical bucket while others film on phones. Close-up: Dante leans in threatening: "Maybe we visit that pretty daughter of yours. Emma, right? Works at the coffee shop on Fifth Street?" Cut to: Marcus's eyes transform from weary resignation to cold predatory focus, his entire demeanor shifting in an instant. His voice drops to a lethal whisper: "You shouldn't have said her name." Marcus hurls a paint can at the overhead light, plunging the alley into darkness. Wide shot: In rapid succession through strobing shadowsâMarcus disarms one gang member, drops another with precision strikes, incapacitates a third. Bodies fall in calculated sequence. Fifteen seconds of surgical violence. The alley lights flicker back on showing Marcus standing calm amid six incapacitated gang members. Cinematic noir lighting, explosive precision combat, photorealistic, retired legend unleashed.
Interior of a spare American pawn shop, late afternoon. Warm amber window light cuts across a long glass display coun...
Interior of a spare American pawn shop, late afternoon. Warm amber window light cuts across a long glass display counter. A white American woman in her mid-thirties â dark hair pulled back, worn jacket, exhausted eyes â stands on the customer side with one hand resting flat on the glass. Across from her, a heavyset white American man in his sixties, collared shirt, reading glasses in hand, holds an old leather-strap watch in both palms with unmistakable deliberateness. His jaw tightens. He looks up slowly. Long beat of silence â no movement, no score. Shelves of secondhand goods fill the shallow background; no visible signage or text. He shakes his head slightly, half frustrated, half tender, and says in a rough, gravelly voice: "You foolish girl... your father left this here for you." She freezes. Her breath catches. Her hand slowly closes into a fist on the glass. Close-up: a single tear rolls down her cheek, then another, as the realization hits. Her lips part but no sound comes. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays, no subtitles. Cinematic, grounded, raw emotion. Netflix short-form drama tone.
Create a fast-paced, modern promotional video advertising InVideo AI. Style: Clean, tech-inspired, futuristic, energe...
Create a fast-paced, modern promotional video advertising InVideo AI. Style: Clean, tech-inspired, futuristic, energetic Duration: 30â45 seconds Target audience: Content creators, entrepreneurs, freelancers, small business owners, and marketers Tone: Confident, inspiring, innovative Structure: Hook (0â5 seconds) Start with a bold question on screen: âStill spending HOURS editing videos?â Show frustrated creator staring at timeline. Problem (5â10 seconds) Quick cuts of complex editing software, confusion, time ticking. Text overlay: âVideo creation shouldnât be this hard.â Solution (10â25 seconds) Introduce InVideo AI with sleek animation. Text: âMeet InVideo AI.â Show user typing a simple prompt â AI generating full video automatically. Highlight features: Script to video instantly AI voiceovers Auto subtitles Stock footage library Social media ready formats Benefits (25â35 seconds) Show finished professional-looking videos for YouTube, TikTok, Instagram. Text overlays: âCreate in minutes.â âNo editing skills needed.â âScale your content effortlessly.â Call to Action (35â45 seconds) Bold text: âTurn your ideas into videos instantly.â âStart creating with InVideo AI today.â End with logo animation and upbeat music fade-out. Music: Upbeat, tech, motivational Transitions: Smooth, dynamic zoom cuts Color scheme: Blue, purple, white tech aesthetic
people rushing at a guy named crypton and then he starts flying and then we see from his perspective and he has an re...
people rushing at a guy named crypton and then he starts flying and then we see from his perspective and he has an real life cheat client in the corner named crypton
PROMPT (FR) âą Format : vidĂ©o horizontale 16:9, 1080p, 24 fps, durĂ©e 10â12 secondes, rendu rĂ©aliste cinĂ©matique, grain...
PROMPT (FR) âą Format : vidĂ©o horizontale 16:9, 1080p, 24 fps, durĂ©e 10â12 secondes, rendu rĂ©aliste cinĂ©matique, grain trĂšs lĂ©ger. âą Personnage : un prĂ©sident tunisien fictif (homme ~55â65 ans), allure prĂ©sidentielle, costume sombre, cravate, posture droite. Aucune ressemblance avec une personne rĂ©elle. âą DĂ©cor : intĂ©rieur dâun palais officiel sobre (boiseries claires, drapeau tunisien en arriĂšre-plan flou), ambiance institutionnelle. âą CamĂ©ra : plan poitrine (medium close-up), camĂ©ra fixe, lĂ©ger depth of field, regard camĂ©ra. âą Ăclairage : doux, chaud, uniforme, style interview officielle. âą Audio : voix masculine posĂ©e, solennelle mais chaleureuse, accent tunisien naturel. Fond sonore trĂšs discret (nappe lĂ©gĂšre), respectueux, pas dramatique. âą Jeu / actions : articulation claire, micro-expressions naturelles. Ă la toute fin : lĂ©ger sourire + clin dâĆil subtil (1 seconde max). âą Dialogue (Tunisien / derja) : âŰšŰ§ŰłÙ Ű§ÙŰŽŰčŰš ۧÙŰȘÙÙŰłÙŰ ÙŰȘÙ ÙÙÙ Ű±Ù Ű¶Ű§Ù Ù ŰšŰ±ÙÙŰ ŰčŰ§Ù Ű± ۚۧÙŰłÙŰ§Ù Ű© ÙۧÙŰ”ŰÙŰ© ÙۧÙۚ۱ÙŰ© ÙÙŰ§Ù Ù Ù۱ÙÙ ÙۧÙÙÙ. Ű„Ù ŰŽŰ§ŰĄ ۧÙÙÙ ÙÙÙÙ Ű§ÙŰŽÙ۱ Ù۰ۧ ŰŽÙ۱ ŰłÙÙÙŰ© ÙŰȘŰ¶Ű§Ù Ù ÙÙŰŹŰ§Ű ÙÙÙÙ ÙÙŰčÙÙۧŰȘÙÙ . Ű±Ù Ű¶Ű§Ù Ù ŰšŰ±ÙÙ ÙÙÙÙ Ű§ÙÙÙ.â âą Sous-titres : sous-titres en arabe, synchronisĂ©s, police blanche avec ombre lĂ©gĂšre. âą Texte final (1,5 s, centrĂ©) : âŰ±Ù Ű¶Ű§Ù Ù ŰšŰ±ÙÙ â LâĂ©quipe Halleyâ
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