Seedance prompts

Vertical establishing shot of a glass skyscraper at night in heavy rain. Only the top floor is lit, warm gold, while the rest of the tower is dark. The camera starts low on the wet street, where taxi lights smear across the puddles, then tilts up slowly along the glass facade to the penthouse windows, where a single silhouette in a suit stands looking down. Cool blue city light against a warm interior glow, light haze, glossy romance-drama look. Sound: <steady rain on pavement>, <distant traffic>, (low, tense piano). No subtitles, no on-screen text, no logos.

A private brushed-brass elevator at night. Two characters: Adrian, a 32-year-old CEO with a sharp jaw, slicked-back black hair, a charcoal three-piece suit, silver cufflinks and cold dark eyes; and Elena, a 24-year-old executive assistant with chestnut hair in a low ponytail, a cream silk blouse and a thrifted tan trench coat. Exactly two people in frame. Shot 1: Over-the-shoulder from behind Adrian, Elena in focus facing him, clutching a folder to her chest as the doors slide shut. She says in English {I didn't take the file. Check the cameras.} Shot 2: Reverse over-the-shoulder from behind Elena. Adrian steps closer and presses the stop button without looking at it, and the elevator jolts. He says quietly in English {I already did.} Shot 3: Close-up on Elena. Her grip on the folder loosens, her breath catches, and she looks up at him instead of away. Style: glossy romance drama, warm brass light, soft shadows. Sound: <elevator hum>, <emergency stop clunk>. No background music, no subtitles.

Close-up of Elena, a 24-year-old executive assistant with chestnut hair in a low ponytail, a cream silk blouse and a thrifted tan trench coat, standing in a marble lobby. She looks up from her phone as elevator doors open off-screen. Her polite expression freezes: lips part, she swallows once, and her eyes widen and stay fixed on someone just past the camera. The camera pushes in slowly from her shoulders to her eyes. Soft key light from the left, cool rim light, shallow depth of field. Sound: <elevator chime>, <her breath catching>. No dialogue, no subtitles.

Extreme close-up insert on a dark mahogany desk at night. A man's hand with a silver cufflink slides a thick contract across the wood and taps the signature line twice with a black fountain pen. Rain streaks on the window reflect across the glossy desk. Locked camera, shallow depth of field, focus on the pen tip. Sound: <paper sliding on wood>, <two sharp pen taps>, <rain on glass>. No readable text on the page, no subtitles.

Vertical one-take tracking shot on a gimbal, no cuts. Elena, a 24-year-old executive assistant with chestnut hair in a low ponytail, a cream silk blouse and a thrifted tan trench coat, walks onto the executive floor of Vale Holdings on her first day. 0–4s: The camera follows just behind her shoulder as she steps out of the elevator into a glass corridor. Staff glance up and stop talking. 4–9s: The camera swings around to lead her, backing up as she walks. She checks the badge on her lanyard and mouths the floor number to herself. 9–14s: She reaches frosted glass doors. They slide open on a penthouse office with rain-streaked windows and a city at night. 14–20s: Adrian, a 32-year-old CEO with a sharp jaw, slicked-back black hair, a charcoal three-piece suit, silver cufflinks and cold dark eyes, turns from the window. The camera holds a medium two-shot. He says in English {You're late, Miss Brooks.} She says in English {It's 8:59.} Warm amber interior, cool blue window light, glossy romance-drama look. Sound: <heels on stone floor>, <office murmur fading to silence>, (soft pulsing synth from 14s). Exactly two people in the final shot. No subtitles, no on-screen text.

A charity gala ballroom with crystal chandeliers and a string quartet. Three named characters: Claire, a 28-year-old woman with a sleek platinum bob, a black satin dress and red lipstick; Grant, a 35-year-old man in a navy suit with a smug half-smile; and Vanessa, a 26-year-old woman in a pink tweed set wearing an oversized diamond ring. Guests stay softly blurred in the background. 0–5s: Wide shot from the top of a marble staircase. The ballroom is full. Grant and Vanessa stand at the center of the floor, laughing in front of a champagne tower. 5–11s: The doors behind the camera open and Claire steps past it onto the landing. The shot stays wide as heads turn one by one and the room goes quiet. 11–18s: The camera tracks down the stairs beside Claire. She doesn't hurry. Vanessa's smile slips and she hides her ring hand behind her glass. 18–24s: Medium shot on Grant. His champagne flute stops halfway to his mouth. He says in English {Claire? You're supposed to be...} 24–30s: Close-up on Claire at the foot of the stairs, a small, controlled smile. She says in English {Gone? I was. I came back for the shares.} High-gloss revenge-drama look, gold and black palette, soft bloom on the chandeliers. Sound: (string quartet that falters and stops at 7s), <murmurs>, <glass clink>. No subtitles.

Close-up of Claire, a 28-year-old woman with a sleek platinum bob, a black satin dress and red lipstick, in the back seat of a black car at night. She reapplies red lipstick in a small compact mirror with a perfectly steady hand while city lights slide across her face through the window. She snaps the compact shut and her eyes lift straight to the camera. Low-key lighting, deep shadows, cool blue with flashes of red neon. Sound: <compact clicking shut>, <muffled traffic>, (one low cello note). No dialogue, no subtitles.

@Image 1 is Claire's face and @Image 4 is her full look: sleek platinum bob, black satin dress, red lipstick. @Image 2 is Grant's face, a 35-year-old man in a navy suit with a smug half-smile. @Image 3 is Vanessa's face, a 26-year-old woman in a pink tweed set with an oversized diamond ring. @Image 5 is the living room of the family mansion. Exactly three people in frame, no duplicates. Shot 1: Over-the-shoulder from behind Claire (@Image 1), looking across a glass coffee table at Grant (@Image 2) and Vanessa (@Image 3) on a white sofa. Claire drops a thin envelope on the table. Shot 2: Reverse over-the-shoulder from behind Grant. Claire stays standing. She says in English {Open it. Your lawyer already has a copy.} Shot 3: Close-up on Vanessa as she reads. Her ring hand starts to tremble and she pulls it into her lap. Cool daylight, polished marble, tense quiet. Sound: <envelope landing on glass>, <paper unfolding>. No background music, no subtitles.

Tracking shot moving backward in front of Claire, a 28-year-old woman with a sleek platinum bob, a black satin dress and red lipstick, as she walks down wide courthouse steps in bright morning sun, dark sunglasses on, a leather folder under her arm. Reporters with cameras crowd in from both sides but she never slows down. The camera keeps her centered in the vertical frame at waist height. Camera flashes, wind lifting her hair. Sound: <camera shutters>, <overlapping reporter shouts>, <heels on stone>. No readable signs, no subtitles.

Medium shot in a dim wine bar. Grant, a 35-year-old man in a navy suit with a smug half-smile, sits alone at the bar. Claire, a 28-year-old woman with a sleek platinum bob, a black satin dress and red lipstick, walks into frame from the right. 0–3s: She sets a small velvet ring box beside his glass and opens it. Inside is her old wedding ring. 3–6s: He looks at the ring, then up at her. His half-smile fades and his jaw sets. 6–8s: She says in English {Keep it. It's the only thing of yours I didn't sell.} Warm low light, amber bottles behind the bar, shallow focus. Sound: <velvet box snapping open>, <low bar chatter>. Exactly two people in focus. No subtitles.

Establishing shot of a timber lodge in a misty pine forest at night. A huge full moon rises behind the treetops, firelight glows in the windows, and wolf silhouettes pace along the tree line. The camera drifts forward slowly through low fog between the pines. Cold blue moonlight, deep greens, cinematic fantasy-romance look. Sound: <wind in the pines>, <crackling fire>, <a single distant wolf howl near the end>. No people in close view, no subtitles.

Low tracking shot racing beside Ivy, a 22-year-old woman with freckles, auburn curls and an oversized red flannel shirt, as she runs barefoot through a misty pine forest at night, breath fogging, glancing back over her shoulder. 0–5s: The camera keeps pace at her shoulder through ferns and roots, branches whipping past the lens. 5–8s: Two amber eyes glint in the dark between the trees behind her. 8–10s: She stumbles to a stop at the edge of a moonlit clearing, chest heaving. Handheld energy, blue moonlight, motion blur on the branches. Sound: <ragged breathing>, <branches snapping>, <a low growl at 6s>. No subtitles.

Extreme close-up of Kade, a 30-year-old pack Alpha with shoulder-length dark hair, a scar through his left eyebrow and a black leather jacket, lit by moonlight. His eyes start dark brown. Then the irises shift to bright amber from the center outward as his jaw clenches and a vein rises along his temple. The scar through his left eyebrow catches the light. The camera holds still with a very slow push-in. Cold moonlight, warm rim light from a fire off-screen. Sound: <low rumbling growl>, <slow heartbeat>. No subtitles.

Wide high-angle shot of a moonlit forest clearing. A loose ring of pack members in dark clothes stands at the edge holding torches. In the center, Ivy, a 22-year-old woman with freckles, auburn curls and an oversized red flannel shirt, stands alone facing Kade, a 30-year-old pack Alpha with shoulder-length dark hair, a scar through his left eyebrow and a black leather jacket. Shot 1: Wide high angle as the circle tightens by one step. Shot 2: Wide from ground level behind Ivy, the torches framing Kade at the far side. Mist, flickering firelight, cold blue moon. Sound: <torches crackling>, <low murmuring>. Pack members stay out of focus and undetailed; exactly two people in the center of the circle. No subtitles.

Exactly two people in frame: Kade, a 30-year-old pack Alpha with shoulder-length dark hair, a scar through his left eyebrow and a black leather jacket; and Ivy, a 22-year-old woman with freckles, auburn curls and an oversized red flannel shirt. The lodge's back porch at night, full moon, snow on the pines. 0–5s: Medium two-shot. Ivy holds out a carved wooden wolf charm on a cord. She says in English {You knew. The first night, you knew.} 5–10s: Medium close-up of Kade. He doesn't take it. His jaw works and he looks past her at the tree line. He says in English {The pack needs a strong Luna.} 10–15s: Medium close-up of Ivy. Her hand lowers slowly. Her chin trembles once, then steadies. 15–21s: Medium shot. Kade says in English {I, Kade Thorne, reject you.} A gust blows snow off the porch roof between them. 21–25s: Ivy turns and walks down the steps into the dark. The camera stays on Kade, who closes his eyes. Cold blue moonlight, warm porch lantern, intimate romance-drama framing. Sound: <wind>, <wooden steps creaking>, (low strings entering at 15s). No subtitles, no on-screen text.

Establishing shot of a grand Regency-era stone manor in the English countryside, 1815, under heavy gray rain. A black horse-drawn carriage with two lit lanterns rolls up a long gravel drive lined with bare oaks. The camera tilts down from the manor's columns to the carriage wheels cutting through puddles. Muted greens and grays, soft painterly light, period-drama look. Sound: <rain>, <hooves on gravel>, <carriage wheels>. No modern objects, no subtitles.

A candlelit Regency ballroom, 1815. Lady Eleanor, a 20-year-old woman with dark curls pinned up, a pale blue empire-waist gown and pearl drop earrings; and the Duke, a 29-year-old man in a black tailcoat and white cravat with cold gray eyes. Exactly two people in focus; dancers stay blurred behind them. Shot 1: Over-the-shoulder from behind the Duke as the dance ends and they stop face to face. Eleanor keeps her gloved hand on his. She says in English {You told my father I was spoken for. By whom, Your Grace?} Shot 2: Reverse over-the-shoulder from behind Eleanor. The Duke leans in just enough that no one else can hear. He says in English {By me. Smile, Lady Eleanor. They're watching.} Shot 3: Close-up of Eleanor. She smiles for the room, but her eyes stay cold and her fingers tighten on his. Shot 4: Wide shot from the gallery above as the other couples drift apart and the two of them stand alone in the middle of the floor. Warm candlelight, gold and ivory palette, soft haze. Sound: (a waltz resolving on a final chord), <silk rustling>, <murmurs>. No subtitles.

Insert close-up on a wooden writing desk by candlelight. A woman's hand in a lace cuff presses a brass seal into hot red wax on a folded letter, then lifts it to reveal a raven crest. A thin curl of smoke rises from the wax. Locked camera, shallow depth of field, warm candle flicker. Sound: <wax hiss>, <quill set down>, <clock ticking>. No readable handwriting, no subtitles.

Medium shot in a dressmaker's fitting room lit by a tall window. Lady Eleanor, a 20-year-old woman with dark curls pinned up, a pale blue empire-waist gown and pearl drop earrings, stands on a low stool while a gray-haired seamstress pins her hem. 0–4s: Eleanor watches the door over her shoulder. 4–7s: Without looking down, she slips a folded letter from her glove into the seamstress's apron pocket. 7–10s: She says lightly in English {Shorter, I think. I may need to run.} The seamstress hides a smile. Soft daylight, pastel fabrics, careful period detail. Sound: <pins clicking>, <street sounds outside>. Exactly two people in the room. No subtitles.

Wide shot of a frosty meadow at dawn with mist hanging low. the Duke, a 29-year-old man in a black tailcoat and white cravat with cold gray eyes, and a second gentleman in a dark green coat stand twenty paces apart with flintlock pistols raised. A third man in a top hat stands between them holding a white handkerchief. Shot 1: Wide side angle as the handkerchief drops. Shot 2: Wide from behind the Duke as both pistols fire and a flock of crows bursts from the trees. Pale pink sky, breath fogging in the cold. Sound: <two pistol shots>, <crows>, <silence after>. No subtitles.

Insert close-up: a gloved hand drops an old brass motel key with a red diamond-shaped plastic tag onto the rain-wet hood of a car, then withdraws into the dark. A red neon sign pulses on the water beads. Locked camera, macro detail, shallow focus. Sound: <key hitting metal>, <neon buzz>, <light rain>. No visible text, no numbers, no subtitles.

Vertical one-take, handheld, no cuts. Nora, a 34-year-old detective with short black hair, an olive raincoat and tired eyes, chases someone into an abandoned lighthouse at night during a storm. The person she chases is never seen clearly. 0–6s: The camera follows behind Nora as she sprints along a wet pier toward the lighthouse, flashlight beam bouncing. Lightning flashes. 6–12s: She shoulders the door open and the camera follows her inside onto a spiral iron staircase. 12–20s: The camera circles upward with her as she climbs, the flashlight catching rusted rails and wet footprints ahead of her. 20–26s: At the top, the lamp room is empty. A window hangs open and rain blows in. 26–30s: She turns. The camera whips to an old rotary phone on the floor as it starts ringing. Desaturated teal and gray, hard flashlight beam, storm light. Sound: <storm>, <boots on iron steps>, <her breathing>, <phone ringing at 26s>. No music, no subtitles.

Close-up of Eli, a soft-spoken 31-year-old man with wire-rimmed glasses and a gray cardigan, across a metal interrogation table under a single overhead light. He keeps his voice gentle. He says in English {I've never been to that lighthouse.} As he finishes the line, his thumb rubs the edge of his glasses frame twice and his eyes flick to the left, then back. The camera holds perfectly still. Cold fluorescent light, gray walls, shallow focus. Sound: <fluorescent buzz>, <chair creak>. No music, no subtitles.

Interrogation room, cold fluorescent light. Nora, a 34-year-old detective with short black hair, an olive raincoat and tired eyes; and Eli, a soft-spoken 31-year-old man with wire-rimmed glasses and a gray cardigan. Exactly two people. Shot 1: Over-the-shoulder from behind Nora. She slides a photograph face down across the metal table toward Eli. Shot 2: Close on Eli as he turns it over, keeping the front of the photo hidden from the camera. His face doesn't move, but he swallows. Shot 3: Back over Eli's shoulder onto Nora. She says in English {Then explain why you're in the background.} Sound: <photo sliding on metal>, <fluorescent buzz>. No music, no subtitles.

Wide shot of a gray beach at dawn. A lone sedan sits at the waterline with its driver's door open and headlights still on while the tide creeps around its tires. Nora, a 34-year-old detective with short black hair, an olive raincoat and tired eyes, walks into frame from the right, small in the tall frame, and stops. Low fog, desaturated palette, long lens compression. Sound: <gulls>, <a car door chime>, <low wind>. No subtitles.

Medium shot at a food truck window on a sunny street. Benny, a 27-year-old food-truck owner with curly hair and a mustard-stained apron, leans out holding a paper boat of fries in each hand. Priya, a 26-year-old wedding planner with a headset and a color-coded clipboard, stands below, unimpressed. Shot 1: Benny says in English {Taco fries. For your wedding. Trust me.} Shot 2: Priya looks at him, then at the fries, then writes something on her clipboard without breaking eye contact. Shot 3: Benny's grin slowly collapses. Bright sitcom lighting, saturated colors. Sound: <street noise>, <fryer sizzle>, <pen scratching>. Exactly two people. No subtitles.

Wide shot of an outdoor garden wedding reception under string lights. Priya, a 26-year-old wedding planner with a headset and a color-coded clipboard; and Benny, a 27-year-old food-truck owner with curly hair and a mustard-stained apron. Guests at round tables stay in the background. 0–4s: Benny pushes a towering five-tier cake on a wobbly cart across the lawn. Priya walks backward ahead of him, guiding him with both hands. 4–8s: A cart wheel hits a sprinkler head and the cake leans. 8–12s: Both freeze with their arms out, holding the cake upright at an impossible angle. Nobody breathes. 12–16s: The sprinklers switch on and soak them both. The cake survives. 16–20s: Medium shot. Priya, dripping, says into her headset in English {Cake is... on schedule.} Benny gives a thumbs-up behind her. Warm evening light, playful sitcom framing. Sound: <cart rattle>, <guests gasping>, (bouncy pizzicato strings from 12s). No subtitles.

Insert close-up of a clipboard held in a woman's hands, covered in rows of colored sticky tabs in perfect order. A man's greasy thumb presses a single mustard-yellow tab onto the page, crooked. After a beat, her finger slowly straightens it. Locked camera, bright daylight, shallow depth of field. Sound: <sticky tab peeling>, <a long exhale>. No readable text, no subtitles.

Tracking shot running alongside Benny, a 27-year-old food-truck owner with curly hair and a mustard-stained apron, as he sprints downhill after his own food truck, which is rolling away with nobody inside. His apron flaps and he's still holding a spatula. Shot 1: Side tracking shot matching his speed. Shot 2: Shot from in front of him, the runaway truck behind him, his face pure panic. He shouts in English {Not again!} Bright suburban street, comic energy. Sound: <sneakers slapping pavement>, <truck rattling>, <a car horn>. No subtitles.

A wedding venue table covered in place cards. Priya, a 26-year-old wedding planner with a headset and a color-coded clipboard; and Benny, a 27-year-old food-truck owner with curly hair and a mustard-stained apron. Exactly two people. Shot 1: Over-the-shoulder from behind Priya. Benny faces her, holding up one card. He says in English {Why is my name at the kids' table?} Shot 2: Reverse over-the-shoulder from behind Benny. Priya doesn't look up from her clipboard. She says in English {Because the kids asked for you.} Warm venue lighting, soft afternoon sun. Sound: <cards shuffling>, <distant kids laughing>. No readable text on the cards, no subtitles.

Establishing shot of a white stone citadel floating above a sea of clouds at sunrise. Crystal spires catch pink light, thin streams fall from its edges and vanish into the mist, and a flock of white birds circles the towers. The camera rises slowly from below the cloud layer to reveal the whole city. Epic high-fantasy look, soft volumetric light. Sound: (wordless choir swell), <wind>, <distant bells>. No people in close view, no subtitles.

Wide shot of a forest where every tree is made of pale blue crystal, glowing faintly from inside. Sera, 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, walks into frame small at the bottom, her cloak dragging through silver leaves, and stops to look up. Each step she takes makes the nearest trunk ring like a glass bell and glow a little brighter. Cool blue palette, magical haze. Sound: <glass chimes on each footstep>, <soft wind>. No subtitles.

Close-up of Sera, 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, framed on her raised right wrist and her face behind it. 0–2s: The rune tattoo on her wrist is dim. 2–4s: Blue light runs along its lines and spreads up her forearm like frost. She gasps and grips her wrist. 4–6s: The light reflects in her eyes, and loose strands of her silver-white braid lift as if caught in a breeze. Sound: <rising crystalline hum>, <sharp intake of breath>. No subtitles.

Tracking shot from behind and slightly above as Prince Caelan, a 25-year-old man in dark engraved armor with a thin gold circlet and storm-gray eyes, rides a gray wyvern low over the clouds, with Sera, 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, holding on behind him. Exactly two riders. 0–4s: The camera follows close behind, wind whipping her cloak. 4–8s: Bolts of white light streak past from behind and the wyvern banks hard left. 8–12s: The camera swings around to the front. Caelan shouts in English {Hold on!} and they dive into a cloud bank. Golden-hour light, epic scale. Sound: <wind roar>, <wings beating>, <magic bolts whooshing>, (driving orchestral percussion). No subtitles.

@Image 1 is Sera's face and @Image 2 is her full look: silver-white braid, glowing blue rune tattoo on her right wrist, worn moss-green cloak. @Image 3 is Prince Caelan's face and @Image 4 is his full look: dark engraved armor, thin gold circlet, storm-gray eyes. @Image 5 is the throne room of the floating citadel. Sera appears first. Keep both faces matching their references throughout. Exactly two people. 0–5s: Medium shot. Sera kneels on the marble floor, bound by glowing chains of light, head down. 5–10s: Caelan walks into frame and stops in front of her. He lowers his sword and says in English {Stand up. Nobody kneels for me.} 10–15s: Medium two-shot. Sera rises slowly and the rune on her wrist flares. The chains of light shatter into sparks. Caelan doesn't step back. Cool marble, shafts of morning light, high-fantasy drama. Sound: <chains humming>, <light shattering>, (low horn swell at 10s). No subtitles.

Insert on a small kitchen counter at night under one pendant light. A tired hand in navy scrub sleeves fans out a stack of envelopes, and one envelope with a red stamp slides to the top. A hospital badge on a lanyard lies beside a cold cup of coffee. Locked camera, warm tungsten light against blue window light. Sound: <envelopes>, <refrigerator hum>, <clock ticking>. No readable text, no subtitles.

Medium shot in a cramped kitchen in the morning. Lily, a 16-year-old girl in an oversized hoodie with braces and headphones, sits at the table eating cereal with her headphones on. Grace, a 45-year-old ER nurse with a graying bun and navy scrubs, comes in from a night shift and lifts one earcup off Lily's ear. Shot 1: Grace says in English {Grandpa's coming to dinner.} Shot 2: Lily stops chewing. She says in English {We have a grandpa?} Warm morning light, lived-in clutter, naturalistic family-drama look. Sound: <tinny music leaking from headphones>, <spoon on bowl>. Exactly two people. No subtitles.

@Image 1 is Grace: a 45-year-old ER nurse with a graying bun and navy scrubs. @Image 2 is Walter: a 70-year-old man in a brown cardigan with a walking cane. @Image 3 is the front porch of a small house at dusk. @Audio 1 is Grace's voice and contains her exact line. @Audio 2 is Walter's voice and contains his exact line. Grace appears first. Exactly two people. Shot 1: Over-the-shoulder from behind Grace in the doorway, looking down the porch steps at Walter, who holds a supermarket bouquet. Grace says in English, in the voice from @Audio 1, {Twenty years, and you bring carnations.} Shot 2: Reverse over-the-shoulder from behind Walter. He leans on the cane. He says in English, in the voice from @Audio 2, {They were your mother's favorite.} Shot 3: Close-up on Grace. Her jaw tightens, then her eyes go wet, and she doesn't close the door. Golden dusk light, porch lamp just switched on. Sound: <crickets>, <screen door creak>. No background music, no subtitles.

Close-up of Walter, a 70-year-old man in a brown cardigan leaning on a walking cane, sitting alone on a plastic chair in a hospital corridor at night. 0–3s: He turns a visitor pass over and over in his fingers. 3–6s: Footsteps approach off-screen. He looks up, hopeful. The footsteps pass, and his face settles again. 6–8s: He says quietly in English, to no one {I should have called.} Cold fluorescent light, shallow focus. Sound: <fluorescent hum>, <footsteps passing>. No music, no subtitles.

Establishing shot of a small one-story house on a quiet street at dusk. The porch light flickers on, a bicycle lies on the lawn, and an old sedan pulls up to the curb and stops. The camera holds static from across the street. Warm suburban palette, soft evening haze. Sound: <crickets>, <car engine shutting off>, <a dog barking far away>. No people visible, no subtitles.