Hailuo prompts: Fantasy

A vast white-stone citadel floats above a sea of clouds at dawn, broken rock and waterfalls hanging beneath it and pouring into the mist. Birds circle its towers; a narrow crystal bridge glints in the sunrise. [Pedestal up] from below the cloud layer to reveal the citadel, then [Push in] toward the highest tower. Golden-pink light, epic scale, painterly cinematic realism.

Extreme close-up of a young woman's right wrist with a faint blue rune tattoo, the frayed edge of a worn moss-green cloak sleeve at the side of the frame. The rune begins to glow, and lines of blue light crawl outward across her skin like frost as her fingers curl into a fist. [Push in] slowly onto the rune. Dark background, the glow lighting the cloak fabric, drifting magical particles.

Wide shot of a forest of towering translucent crystal trees at twilight, faint blue and violet light pulsing inside them. A small figure with a silver-white braid and a worn moss-green cloak walks a path of glowing moss; each crystal she passes brightens, then dims. [Truck left] slowly alongside her. Low ground mist, soft bloom, fantasy cinematic.

integrated_multimodal_description: [Shot 1] Live-action, cinematic, high fantasy, a vertical medium shot in a moonlit crystal forest. In the path stands a 25-year-old man in dark engraved armor with a thin gold circlet and storm-gray eyes, blocking a 19-year-old woman with a silver-white braid, a glowing blue rune tattoo on her right wrist and a worn moss-green cloak. She hides the wrist behind her back. The camera trucks right with small amplitude at slow speed. The man with a deep, measured, commanding voice (S1) says: <d>[English] That mark is forbidden.</d> The young woman with a bright, quick, defiant voice (S2) says: <d>[English] Then arrest me, Your Highness.</d> overall_soundscape: Crystals chiming faintly in the wind, armor plates shifting, glowing moss rustling underfoot. non_diegetic_music: A low French horn over soft harp arpeggios at a slow tempo.

References: Image 1 is Sera Nightingale, a 19-year-old woman with a silver-white braid, a glowing blue rune tattoo on her right wrist and a worn moss-green cloak. Image 2 is Prince Caelan of Eryndor, a 25-year-old man in dark engraved armor with a thin gold circlet and storm-gray eyes. Image 3 is the throne room of the floating citadel. Video 1 provides the camera movement only: a slow arc around two people. Keep both faces, costumes and the room exactly as referenced. 9:16 vertical, live-action, high fantasy. [Shot 1] Over-the-shoulder from behind Caelan, seated on a white stone throne, looking down the steps at Sera, who stands bound in chains of light. Follow the slow arc from Video 1. Caelan, in a deep, measured, commanding voice, says: "Tell them you lied about the rune." Sera's lips stay closed. [Shot 2] At 00:07.000, cut to a reverse over-the-shoulder from behind Sera; her rune flares and the chains of light shatter into sparks. Sera, in a bright, quick, defiant voice, says: "I don't lie, Your Highness. I burn." Caelan's lips stay closed. Sound: chains humming, crackling magic, an echoing hall. Music: a rising choir over low brass.