Seedance 2.0 Tanıtımı
Topluluktan başarılı kamu üretimlerini göz atın ve istemi, ayarları ve çıktıyı incelemek için herhangi bir öğeyi açın.
haz un video de 2 chavales diciendo cosas en una presentacion de castellano y el otro se burla detras de el con repre...
haz un video de 2 chavales diciendo cosas en una presentacion de castellano y el otro se burla detras de el con representacion grafica. uno habla, y otro saca cosas. empieza diciendo: hola a todos, hoy os vamos a enseñar varias expresiones del castellano. empieza diciendo: ufff, que tela (mientras el otro saca un trozo de tela). despues dice: que papelon (el otro saca un papel enorme). despues va a decir otra, pero se fija detras y ve a su compañero que estava haciendo todo eso. al verlo, le grita: pero que estas haciendoooo!!!!
A modern American suburban kitchen, late afternoon. Harsh natural light streams through large windows. All characters...
A modern American suburban kitchen, late afternoon. Harsh natural light streams through large windows. All characters are white American actors with realistic, natural appearances. The floor is wet, tracked with muddy footprints. A wine glass lies shattered on the hardwood, red liquid pooling around the shards. Close-up: David, a white American man in his mid-thirties wearing soaked business clothes, stands rigid near the kitchen island, his jaw clenched. His two children huddle behind him—Lily, a white American girl around seven with scraped knees, and Leo, a white American toddler with wet hair, shivering in his father's arms. Across the island stands Elena, a white American woman in her early thirties wearing a floral sundress. Her posture is unnaturally calm. She takes a slow sip from her wine glass, her eyes cold and calculating. David pulls out his phone and turns the screen toward her. His voice is low, controlled: "The camera caught everything." Elena's face drains of color. The wine glass slips from her hand. It hits the floor in slow motion, shattering. Her mouth opens but no sound comes out. Cut to: Blue and red police lights flashing through the kitchen window, reflecting off the broken glass on the floor. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays. Cinematic realism, grounded tension.
A modern American suburban kitchen, late afternoon. Harsh natural light streams through large windows. All characters...
A modern American suburban kitchen, late afternoon. Harsh natural light streams through large windows. All characters are white American actors with realistic, natural appearances. The floor is wet, tracked with muddy footprints. A wine glass lies shattered on the hardwood, red liquid pooling around the shards. Close-up: David, a white American man in his mid-thirties wearing soaked business clothes, stands rigid near the kitchen island, his jaw clenched. His two children huddle behind him—Lily, a white American girl around seven with scraped knees, and Leo, a white American toddler with wet hair, shivering in his father's arms. Across the island stands Elena, a white American woman in her early thirties wearing a floral sundress. Her posture is unnaturally calm. She takes a slow sip from her wine glass, her eyes cold and calculating. David pulls out his phone and turns the screen toward her. His voice is low, controlled: "The camera caught everything." Elena's face drains of color. The wine glass slips from her hand. It hits the floor in slow motion, shattering. Her mouth opens but no sound comes out. Cut to: Blue and red police lights flashing through the kitchen window, reflecting off the broken glass on the floor. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays. Cinematic realism, grounded tension.
A close up shot of a chef making a healthy peanut butter sandwich with bananas
A close up shot of a chef making a healthy peanut butter sandwich with bananas
Segue um prompt de 10 segundos, curto e engraçado: Prompt – 10 segundos Um papagaio verde ultra realista está em uma ...
Segue um prompt de 10 segundos, curto e engraçado: Prompt – 10 segundos Um papagaio verde ultra realista está em uma calçada movimentada, ao lado de um chapéu no chão. Ele olha para quem passa e fala: “Ô chefe… ajuda o papagaio aqui!” Inclina a cabeça, sacode as asas e finaliza: “Pode ser moedinha ou pix!”
A modern American suburban kitchen, late afternoon. Harsh natural light streams through large windows. All characters...
A modern American suburban kitchen, late afternoon. Harsh natural light streams through large windows. All characters are white American actors with realistic, natural appearances. The floor is wet, tracked with muddy footprints. A wine glass lies shattered on the hardwood, red liquid pooling around the shards. Close-up: David, a white American man in his mid-thirties wearing soaked business clothes, stands rigid near the kitchen island, his jaw clenched. His two children huddle behind him—Lily, a white American girl around seven with scraped knees, and Leo, a white American toddler with wet hair, shivering in his father's arms. Across the island stands Elena, a white American woman in her early thirties wearing a floral sundress. Her posture is unnaturally calm. She takes a slow sip from her wine glass, her eyes cold and calculating. David pulls out his phone and turns the screen toward her. His voice is low, controlled: "The camera caught everything." Elena's face drains of color. The wine glass slips from her hand. It hits the floor in slow motion, shattering. Her mouth opens but no sound comes out. Cut to: Blue and red police lights flashing through the kitchen window, reflecting off the broken glass on the floor. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays. Cinematic realism, grounded tension.
A modern American suburban kitchen, late afternoon. Harsh natural light streams through large windows. All characters...
A modern American suburban kitchen, late afternoon. Harsh natural light streams through large windows. All characters are white American actors with realistic, natural appearances. The floor is wet, tracked with muddy footprints. A wine glass lies shattered on the hardwood, red liquid pooling around the shards. Close-up: David, a white American man in his mid-thirties wearing soaked business clothes, stands rigid near the kitchen island, his jaw clenched. His two children huddle behind him—Lily, a white American girl around seven with scraped knees, and Leo, a white American toddler with wet hair, shivering in his father's arms. Across the island stands Elena, a white American woman in her early thirties wearing a floral sundress. Her posture is unnaturally calm. She takes a slow sip from her wine glass, her eyes cold and calculating. David pulls out his phone and turns the screen toward her. His voice is low, controlled: "The camera caught everything." Elena's face drains of color. The wine glass slips from her hand. It hits the floor in slow motion, shattering. Her mouth opens but no sound comes out. Cut to: Blue and red police lights flashing through the kitchen window, reflecting off the broken glass on the floor. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays. Cinematic realism, grounded tension.
A modern American suburban kitchen, late afternoon. Harsh natural light streams through large windows. All characters...
A modern American suburban kitchen, late afternoon. Harsh natural light streams through large windows. All characters are white American actors with realistic, natural appearances. The floor is wet, tracked with muddy footprints. A wine glass lies shattered on the hardwood, red liquid pooling around the shards. Close-up: David, a white American man in his mid-thirties wearing soaked business clothes, stands rigid near the kitchen island, his jaw clenched. His two children huddle behind him—Lily, a white American girl around seven with scraped knees, and Leo, a white American toddler with wet hair, shivering in his father's arms. Across the island stands Elena, a white American woman in her early thirties wearing a floral sundress. Her posture is unnaturally calm. She takes a slow sip from her wine glass, her eyes cold and calculating. David pulls out his phone and turns the screen toward her. His voice is low, controlled: "The camera caught everything." Elena's face drains of color. The wine glass slips from her hand. It hits the floor in slow motion, shattering. Her mouth opens but no sound comes out. Cut to: Blue and red police lights flashing through the kitchen window, reflecting off the broken glass on the floor. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays. Cinematic realism, grounded tension.
A modern American suburban kitchen, late afternoon. Harsh natural light streams through large windows. All characters...
A modern American suburban kitchen, late afternoon. Harsh natural light streams through large windows. All characters are white American actors with realistic, natural appearances. The floor is wet, tracked with muddy footprints. A wine glass lies shattered on the hardwood, red liquid pooling around the shards. Close-up: David, a white American man in his mid-thirties wearing soaked business clothes, stands rigid near the kitchen island, his jaw clenched. His two children huddle behind him—Lily, a white American girl around seven with scraped knees, and Leo, a white American toddler with wet hair, shivering in his father's arms. Across the island stands Elena, a white American woman in her early thirties wearing a floral sundress. Her posture is unnaturally calm. She takes a slow sip from her wine glass, her eyes cold and calculating. David pulls out his phone and turns the screen toward her. His voice is low, controlled: "The camera caught everything." Elena's face drains of color. The wine glass slips from her hand. It hits the floor in slow motion, shattering. Her mouth opens but no sound comes out. Cut to: Blue and red police lights flashing through the kitchen window, reflecting off the broken glass on the floor. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays. Cinematic realism, grounded tension.
A modern American suburban kitchen, late afternoon. Harsh natural light streams through large windows. All characters...
A modern American suburban kitchen, late afternoon. Harsh natural light streams through large windows. All characters are white American actors with realistic, natural appearances. The floor is wet, tracked with muddy footprints. A wine glass lies shattered on the hardwood, red liquid pooling around the shards. Close-up: David, a white American man in his mid-thirties wearing soaked business clothes, stands rigid near the kitchen island, his jaw clenched. His two children huddle behind him—Lily, a white American girl around seven with scraped knees, and Leo, a white American toddler with wet hair, shivering in his father's arms. Across the island stands Elena, a white American woman in her early thirties wearing a floral sundress. Her posture is unnaturally calm. She takes a slow sip from her wine glass, her eyes cold and calculating. David pulls out his phone and turns the screen toward her. His voice is low, controlled: "The camera caught everything." Elena's face drains of color. The wine glass slips from her hand. It hits the floor in slow motion, shattering. Her mouth opens but no sound comes out. Cut to: Blue and red police lights flashing through the kitchen window, reflecting off the broken glass on the floor. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays. Cinematic realism, grounded tension.
A modern American suburban kitchen, late afternoon. Harsh natural light streams through large windows. All characters...
A modern American suburban kitchen, late afternoon. Harsh natural light streams through large windows. All characters are white American actors with realistic, natural appearances. The floor is wet, tracked with muddy footprints. A wine glass lies shattered on the hardwood, red liquid pooling around the shards. Close-up: David, a white American man in his mid-thirties wearing soaked business clothes, stands rigid near the kitchen island, his jaw clenched. His two children huddle behind him—Lily, a white American girl around seven with scraped knees, and Leo, a white American toddler with wet hair, shivering in his father's arms. Across the island stands Elena, a white American woman in her early thirties wearing a floral sundress. Her posture is unnaturally calm. She takes a slow sip from her wine glass, her eyes cold and calculating. David pulls out his phone and turns the screen toward her. His voice is low, controlled: "The camera caught everything." Elena's face drains of color. The wine glass slips from her hand. It hits the floor in slow motion, shattering. Her mouth opens but no sound comes out. Cut to: Blue and red police lights flashing through the kitchen window, reflecting off the broken glass on the floor. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays. Cinematic realism, grounded tension.
A modern American suburban kitchen, late afternoon. Harsh natural light streams through large windows. All characters...
A modern American suburban kitchen, late afternoon. Harsh natural light streams through large windows. All characters are white American actors with realistic, natural appearances. The floor is wet, tracked with muddy footprints. A wine glass lies shattered on the hardwood, red liquid pooling around the shards. Close-up: David, a white American man in his mid-thirties wearing soaked business clothes, stands rigid near the kitchen island, his jaw clenched. His two children huddle behind him—Lily, a white American girl around seven with scraped knees, and Leo, a white American toddler with wet hair, shivering in his father's arms. Across the island stands Elena, a white American woman in her early thirties wearing a floral sundress. Her posture is unnaturally calm. She takes a slow sip from her wine glass, her eyes cold and calculating. David pulls out his phone and turns the screen toward her. His voice is low, controlled: "The camera caught everything." Elena's face drains of color. The wine glass slips from her hand. It hits the floor in slow motion, shattering. Her mouth opens but no sound comes out. Cut to: Blue and red police lights flashing through the kitchen window, reflecting off the broken glass on the floor. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays. Cinematic realism, grounded tension.
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