Hailuo prompts

Rain streaks down the glass face of a black skyscraper at night, city lights blurred in the wet air far below. [Pedestal up] The camera rises slowly along the tower's edge past dark floors, then [Push in] toward the single lit penthouse floor at the top, where a lone figure in a charcoal suit stands at the window. Wet reflections shimmer, thin fog drifts between buildings. Cinematic, cool blue and amber tones, realistic rain.

Extreme close-up of a man's wrist in a charcoal three-piece suit sleeve. His fingers fasten a silver cufflink with one precise twist, then his hand moves to a black fountain pen resting on a thick contract. [Static shot] then [Push in] slowly onto the pen nib as it touches the signature line. Warm desk-lamp light, shallow depth of field, rain-blurred city lights behind.

integrated_multimodal_description: [Shot 1] Live-action, cinematic, a vertical over-the-shoulder shot from behind a 32-year-old man with a sharp jaw, slicked-back black hair and cold dark eyes, wearing a charcoal three-piece suit with silver cufflinks, seated at a glass desk in a dark penthouse office; his shoulder and the back of his head fill the left foreground, slightly out of focus. In the sharp background, a 24-year-old woman with chestnut hair in a low ponytail, wearing a cream silk blouse and a thrifted tan trench coat stands in the doorway holding a dripping umbrella. The camera pushes in with small amplitude at slow speed toward her. The young woman with a clear, slightly nervous voice (S1) says: <d>[English] You wanted me here at midnight?</d> The man tilts his head a fraction and says nothing. overall_soundscape: Heavy rain against floor-to-ceiling windows, the faint hum of the city far below, water dripping from the umbrella onto marble. non_diegetic_music: A low sustained cello note with sparse, slow piano notes.

integrated_multimodal_description: [Shot 1] Live-action, cinematic, a vertical medium two-shot inside a mirrored private elevator at night. On the left stands a 32-year-old man with a sharp jaw, slicked-back black hair and cold dark eyes, wearing a charcoal three-piece suit with silver cufflinks; on the right stands a 24-year-old woman with chestnut hair in a low ponytail, wearing a cream silk blouse and a thrifted tan trench coat, clutching a folder. The elevator lurches, the lights cut out, and only a dim red emergency light remains. The camera holds a static shot. [Shot 2] At 00:05.000, the camera cuts to a close-up of the woman's face in red light, her breathing quickening as she glances sideways. The young woman with a soft, tense voice (S1) says: <d>[English] Is it stuck?</d> [Shot 3] At 00:10.000, the camera cuts to a close-up of the man; the camera pushes in with small amplitude at slow speed as he turns his head toward her. The man with a low, calm, unhurried voice (S2) says: <d>[English] Only if I want it to be.</d> His expression doesn't change. overall_soundscape: The mechanical groan of the elevator stopping, a soft electrical buzz from the emergency light, the rustle of the folder in her hands, her quick breathing. non_diegetic_music: A slow pulse of low synth bass with a single high violin note that rises in volume and cuts out on the final line.

References: Image 1 is Adrian Vale, a 32-year-old man with a sharp jaw, slicked-back black hair and cold dark eyes, wearing a charcoal three-piece suit with silver cufflinks. Image 2 is Elena Brooks, a 24-year-old woman with chestnut hair in a low ponytail, wearing a cream silk blouse and a thrifted tan trench coat. Image 3 is the glass penthouse office at night with a rain-streaked city view. Audio 1 is Adrian's voice timbre; Audio 2 is Elena's voice timbre. Keep both faces, outfits and the office layout exactly as referenced. 9:16 vertical, live-action, cinematic. [Shot 1] Medium shot: Adrian slides a black folder across the glass desk toward Elena, who stands opposite him. Adrian, in the voice of Audio 1, says: "One year as my fiancée. Then you walk away rich." Elena's lips stay closed; her eyes stay on the folder. [Shot 2] At 00:06.000, cut to a medium close-up of Elena. She opens the folder, reads, then looks up. Elena, in the voice of Audio 2, says: "And if I fall for you?" Adrian's lips stay closed. [Shot 3] At 00:10.000, cut to a medium shot of Adrian leaning back in his chair with the faintest smile. Sound: rain on glass, paper sliding, quiet city hum. Music: low strings at a slow tempo.

A 28-year-old woman with a sleek platinum bob, a black satin dress and red lipstick steps through tall double doors into a crowded, gold-lit ballroom. Guests in evening wear stop mid-conversation and turn toward her one by one; a champagne tray tilts in a waiter's hand. [Static shot] at first, then [Pull out] to reveal the whole room and the chandelier above. Cinematic, warm gold light, light haze, realistic fabric movement.

A 28-year-old woman with a sleek platinum bob, a black satin dress and red lipstick walks down wide stone courthouse steps in daylight. Reporters crowd both sides, camera flashes pop and microphones push toward her; she doesn't slow down. [Tracking shot] from the front as she descends, then [Pan right] to catch a 35-year-old man in a navy suit with a smug half-smile, frozen at the top of the steps behind her. Natural daylight, crisp shadows, realistic crowd motion.

integrated_multimodal_description: [Shot 1] Live-action, cinematic, a vertical close-up of a 26-year-old woman in a pink tweed set with an oversized diamond ring, holding a champagne flute at a glittering gala. She is mid-smile when her eyes catch something off-screen; the smile freezes, the champagne trembles in the glass, and she lowers it slowly. The camera pushes in with small amplitude at slow speed toward her eyes. overall_soundscape: The murmur of a crowded ballroom, a string quartet far away, the faint clink of her ring against the glass. non_diegetic_music: A single low piano note held under a rising string tremolo.

integrated_multimodal_description: [Shot 1] Live-action, cinematic, a vertical over-the-shoulder shot from behind a 35-year-old man in a navy suit with a smug half-smile, seated at the head of a long candlelit dining table in a dim family mansion; his shoulder fills the right foreground. Across the table, a 28-year-old woman with a sleek platinum bob, a black satin dress and red lipstick stands and slides a stack of papers toward him with two fingers. The camera holds a static shot. The woman with a low, even, cold voice (S1) says: <d>[English] Sign it. You have until the candles burn out.</d> The man lets out a short laugh. The man with a smug, relaxed voice (S2) says: <d>[English] You'll be back.</d> overall_soundscape: A grandfather clock ticking, candle flames fluttering, paper sliding across polished wood. non_diegetic_music: A low cello ostinato at a slow tempo.

integrated_multimodal_description: [Shot 1] Live-action, cinematic, a vertical insert close-up of a woman's hand with red nails pressing a small remote; behind it, out of focus, a giant screen hangs above a gala stage. [Shot 2] At 00:03.000, the camera cuts to a wide shot of the ballroom from the stage: the screen lights up with a blurred photo of a man in a navy suit kissing a woman in a pink tweed set, and guests gasp and turn. [Shot 3] At 00:07.000, the camera cuts to a medium shot of a 35-year-old man in a navy suit with a smug half-smile, his smile collapsing, beside a 26-year-old woman in a pink tweed set with an oversized diamond ring, who covers her face. [Shot 4] At 00:11.000, the camera cuts to a close-up of a 28-year-old woman with a sleek platinum bob, a black satin dress and red lipstick; the camera pushes in with small amplitude at slow speed as she raises her glass. The woman with a low, even, cold voice (S1) says: <d>[English] Happy anniversary, darling.</d> overall_soundscape: A remote clicks, a projector hum swells, a wave of gasps and whispers rolls through the room, a glass shatters on the marble floor. non_diegetic_music: Silence until the screen lights up, then a hard staccato string hit and a slow, heavy drum pulse under the final line.

A huge full moon hangs over a misty pine forest at night; a long timber lodge with glowing windows sits in a clearing, wood smoke curling from its chimney. Fog rolls slowly between the trunks. [Pan right] slowly across the treeline, then [Push in] toward the lodge as dark shapes move between the trees. Cold blue moonlight against warm window light, cinematic, realistic fog.

A 22-year-old woman with freckles, auburn curls and an oversized red flannel shirt sprints through a dark pine forest at night, breath fogging, glancing back over her shoulder. Branches whip past and pine needles kick up under her boots. [Tracking shot,Shake] from the front at running speed. Moonlight through the trees, realistic hair and fabric motion.

Close-up of a 30-year-old man with shoulder-length dark hair, a scar through his left eyebrow and a black leather jacket, standing in moonlight. He holds still, jaw tight, then his eyes slowly flash bright amber and his nostrils flare as if he caught a scent. [Static shot] then [Push in] slowly toward his eyes. Cold blue moonlight, shallow depth of field, faint breath fog.

integrated_multimodal_description: [Shot 1] Live-action, cinematic, a vertical wide shot of a moonlit forest clearing where dozens of pack members stand in a circle around a bonfire under a huge full moon. In the center, a 30-year-old man with shoulder-length dark hair, a scar through his left eyebrow and a black leather jacket faces a 22-year-old woman with freckles, auburn curls and an oversized red flannel shirt. The camera pedestals down with small amplitude at slow speed. [Shot 2] At 00:05.000, the camera cuts to a medium shot of the man, firelight on one side of his face, his eyes flashing amber. The man with a deep, rough, steady voice (S1) says: <d>[English] I, Kade Thorne, reject you as my mate.</d> [Shot 3] At 00:10.000, the camera cuts to a close-up of the woman; tears stand in her eyes, but her chin lifts. The young woman with a shaky but defiant voice (S2) says: <d>[English] Then I reject you first.</d> Behind her, the crowd murmurs. overall_soundscape: A crackling bonfire, wind moving through the pines, a distant wolf howl, and a ripple of shocked murmurs after the last line. non_diegetic_music: Low taiko drum hits at a slow tempo under sustained choir tones that swell, then drop to silence after the final word.

References: Image 1 is Kade Thorne, a 30-year-old man with shoulder-length dark hair, a scar through his left eyebrow and a black leather jacket. Image 2 is Ivy Hart, a 22-year-old woman with freckles, auburn curls and an oversized red flannel shirt. Image 3 is the timber pack lodge porch at night. Audio 1 is Kade's voice timbre; Audio 2 is Ivy's. Keep both faces, outfits and the porch exactly as referenced. 9:16 vertical, live-action, cinematic, night, light snowfall. [Shot 1] Over-the-shoulder from behind Ivy on the porch steps, looking up at Kade in the lit doorway. Kade, in the voice of Audio 1, says: "You shouldn't have come back." Ivy's lips stay closed. [Shot 2] At 00:06.000, cut to a reverse over-the-shoulder from behind Kade, looking down at Ivy. Ivy, in the voice of Audio 2, says: "I didn't come back for you." Kade's lips stay closed as his eyes flash amber. Sound: wind, creaking boards, a distant howl. Music: a low drone at a slow tempo.

A grand Regency stone manor at dusk in heavy rain, lantern light glowing at the entrance. A black horse-drawn carriage rolls up the gravel drive, wheels throwing water, the horses' breath steaming. [Pedestal down] from the rooftops to the drive, then [Push in] as a footman with an umbrella hurries to the carriage door. Muted gray-blue palette with warm lantern accents, period-accurate, cinematic.

Medium shot of a 20-year-old woman with dark curls pinned up, a pale blue empire-waist gown and pearl drop earrings in a candlelit Regency ballroom. She sinks into a slow, graceful curtsy with her eyes down, then lifts her gaze sharply toward someone off-screen and snaps her fan shut. [Truck left] slowly, keeping her centered. Warm candlelight, soft haze, dancers blurred in the background.

integrated_multimodal_description: [Shot 1] Live-action, cinematic, a vertical insert close-up of a woman's gloved hands holding a folded letter sealed with dark red wax stamped with a raven crest, lit by a single candle. Her thumb presses the seal until it cracks; she unfolds the letter and the candle flame wavers. The camera holds a static shot. overall_soundscape: The sharp crack of wax, paper crinkling as it unfolds, a soft candle flicker, rain against a window. non_diegetic_music: N/A

integrated_multimodal_description: [Shot 1] Live-action, cinematic, a vertical close-up of a 29-year-old man with cold gray eyes, wearing a black tailcoat and a white cravat, seated in a dim carriage interior; rain streaks the small window beside him and a hanging lantern sways, moving light across his face. The camera pushes in with small amplitude at slow speed. He looks straight at someone opposite him. The man with a quiet, clipped, aristocratic English voice (S1) says: <d>[English] Marry me by Sunday, Lady Ashford, or your father's debts become very public.</d> He leans back into shadow. overall_soundscape: Carriage wheels on wet cobblestones, rain drumming on the roof, horses' hooves, the lantern creaking on its hook. non_diegetic_music: A low harpsichord figure at a slow tempo over a sustained cello.

Clip A (first frame: the couple at the edge of the dance floor): A man takes the hand of a young woman and leads her onto a candlelit ballroom floor. He is a 29-year-old man with cold gray eyes, wearing a black tailcoat and a white cravat; she is a 20-year-old woman with dark curls pinned up, a pale blue empire-waist gown and pearl drop earrings. [Tracking shot] following them as other couples part. Clip B (first frame: the last frame of Clip A): The couple starts a slow waltz, his hand at her back, her gown swirling. [Truck right,Pan left] circling them as candlelight flickers across their faces; she refuses to meet his eyes. Clip C (first frame: the last frame of Clip B): Mid-turn, he pulls her closer and leans to her ear. She stops dancing and stares at him, stunned, while the other couples keep spinning around them. [Push in] slowly toward her face, then [Static shot].

A rain-soaked coastal town at night seen from a cliff: wet rooftops, one flickering neon motel sign, and a lighthouse whose beam sweeps slowly across the harbor and the town. Waves smash against the rocks below. [Static shot] for the first sweep of the beam, then [Zoom in] slowly toward the motel as one room's light switches off. Desaturated teal and sodium orange, heavy rain, cinematic.

A detective moves down a narrow motel exterior walkway at night: a 34-year-old woman with short black hair and tired eyes, wearing an olive raincoat, flashlight raised, her other hand resting on her holster. Rain pours off the roof edge; doors slide past, one of them ajar. [Tracking shot,Shake] following just behind her shoulder, until she stops dead at the open door. Flickering neon, wet concrete reflections, a realistic flashlight beam.

Insert close-up of a Polaroid photo lying face-up on a wet motel carpet, lit by a flashlight beam. The image slowly develops from blank into a blurry photo of a woman with short black hair in an olive raincoat, taken from behind. A drop of rain lands on it. [Static shot] then [Push in] slowly onto the photo. High contrast, cold light.

integrated_multimodal_description: [Shot 1] Live-action, cinematic, a vertical over-the-shoulder shot from behind a 34-year-old woman with short black hair and tired eyes, wearing an olive raincoat, seated at a steel table in a small interrogation room; her shoulder fills the left foreground. Across from her sits a 31-year-old man with wire-rimmed glasses and a gray cardigan, hands folded, perfectly calm under a buzzing fluorescent light. The camera pushes in with small amplitude at slow speed toward him. The woman with a tired, flat, low voice (S1) says: <d>[English] Where were you at two a.m., Eli?</d> The man smiles politely and waits a beat. The soft-spoken man with a gentle, unhurried voice (S2) says: <d>[English] Watching you, Detective.</d> overall_soundscape: A fluorescent tube buzzing, the scrape of a chair leg, rain faintly hitting a high window, a long silence after the last line. non_diegetic_music: A low, slow synth drone that drops out completely on his final word.

integrated_multimodal_description: [Shot 1] Live-action, cinematic, a vertical medium shot through the windshield of a parked car at night in heavy rain; inside sits a 34-year-old woman with short black hair and tired eyes, wearing an olive raincoat. She answers a buzzing phone and presses it to her ear. The camera holds a static shot. A distorted, calm male voice on the phone (S1) says in an off-screen voiceover: <d>[English] You're looking for the wrong man, Nora.</d> while her lips remain completely closed. [Shot 2] At 00:06.000, the camera cuts to a close-up of her face lit by the phone screen; her eyes move to the rearview mirror. The woman with a tired, flat, low voice (S2) says: <d>[English] Who is this?</d> [Shot 3] At 00:10.000, the camera cuts to an insert of the rearview mirror: in the back seat, a man's silhouette with the glint of wire-rimmed glasses sits perfectly still. The camera pushes in with small amplitude at fast speed. overall_soundscape: Rain hammering on the car roof, a phone buzzing, the wipers squeaking once, then sudden silence when the mirror reveal hits. non_diegetic_music: A ticking hi-hat pattern at a moderate tempo with a low synth that swells and cuts off at the mirror reveal.

Wide shot of a sunny garden wedding lawn with white chairs and a floral arch. A battered food truck parked at the edge suddenly belches a thick cloud of gray smoke from its roof vent. Guests in pastel outfits leap up and scatter, hats flying, while a flower girl keeps eating a taco, unbothered. [Pull out] to reveal the full chaos. Bright daylight, vivid colors, comedic timing, realistic smoke.

Medium shot through a cramped food truck window: a 27-year-old man with curly hair and a mustard-stained apron flips a tortilla high off the griddle with a showy flourish. It sails out the window and lands flat on the clipboard of a 26-year-old woman with a headset and a color-coded clipboard, who is standing outside. She freezes and stares at it. [Static shot] the whole time. Bright daylight, saturated colors, comedic timing.

integrated_multimodal_description: [Shot 1] Live-action, cinematic, a vertical close-up of a 26-year-old woman with a headset and a color-coded clipboard, with a tortilla stuck to the clipboard, in bright daylight at an outdoor wedding. She stares straight into the lens, completely deadpan; one eyelid twitches twice and her headset crackles. The camera holds a static shot. overall_soundscape: Wedding guests chattering nearby, a headset crackle, a distant sizzle from a griddle. non_diegetic_music: A single plucked cello note, then silence.

integrated_multimodal_description: [Shot 1] Live-action, cinematic, a vertical over-the-shoulder shot from behind a 26-year-old woman with a headset and a color-coded clipboard, standing outside a battered food truck at a garden wedding; her shoulder and headset fill the right foreground. In the truck window, a 27-year-old man with curly hair and a mustard-stained apron leans out, grinning. The camera holds a static shot. The woman with a fast, clipped, exasperated voice (S1) says: <d>[English] You're the caterer?</d> The man shrugs. The man with a warm, easygoing voice (S2) says: <d>[English] I'm catering-adjacent.</d> overall_soundscape: A griddle sizzling, wedding guests chatting, a bee buzzing past, a string quartet warming up somewhere. non_diegetic_music: A bouncy pizzicato string line at a quick tempo.

integrated_multimodal_description: [Shot 1] Live-action, cinematic, a vertical tracking shot in front of a 27-year-old man with curly hair and a mustard-stained apron as he hurries across a garden wedding lawn carrying a wobbling three-tier white cake. The camera tracks backward ahead of him at fast speed. [Shot 2] At 00:04.000, the camera cuts to a medium shot of a 26-year-old woman with a headset and a color-coded clipboard, sprinting after him and waving the clipboard. The woman with a fast, clipped, exasperated voice (S1) shouts: <d>[English] Benny, not across the grass!</d> [Shot 3] At 00:08.000, the camera cuts to a wide shot as his foot catches a sprinkler; he stumbles and spins but keeps the cake upright as the sprinkler soaks the front row of guests. [Shot 4] At 00:12.000, the camera cuts to a close-up of the man, dripping wet, holding the perfect cake. The man with a warm, easygoing voice (S2) says: <d>[English] Nailed it.</d> overall_soundscape: Fast footsteps on grass, the cake board creaking, a sprinkler hissing on, guests shrieking and laughing. non_diegetic_music: An upbeat brass and snare march at a fast tempo that stops dead on the final line.

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.

A small white clapboard house at dusk on a quiet suburban street, autumn leaves on the steps. The porch light flickers on. At the bottom of the steps, a 70-year-old man in a brown cardigan leaning on a walking cane looks up at the front door and doesn't move. [Static shot] then [Push in] slowly toward him. Warm porch light against a blue dusk sky, a light wind moving the leaves.

A 45-year-old woman with a graying bun and navy scrubs strides fast down a bright hospital corridor at night, phone pressed to her ear, dodging a gurney and a nurse with a cart. Her face shifts from focused to stunned as she listens, and she stops. [Tracking shot] in front of her, slightly low. Cool fluorescent light, realistic motion, shallow depth of field.

Insert close-up of an old man's weathered hand holding a faded color photograph of a young woman in a graduation gown, the cuff of a brown cardigan sleeve visible. His thumb slowly brushes across her face in the photo, then his hand trembles slightly. [Static shot] then [Push in] slowly. Warm lamp light, shallow depth of field, dust motes in the air.

integrated_multimodal_description: [Shot 1] Live-action, cinematic, a vertical close-up of a 16-year-old girl in an oversized hoodie with braces and headphones around her neck, sitting at a small kitchen table at night under a single pendant lamp. She looks past the camera toward the window, then back. The camera pushes in with small amplitude at slow speed. The teenage girl with a quiet, wary voice (S1) says: <d>[English] Mom, there's an old man on our porch. Who is he?</d> overall_soundscape: A refrigerator hum, a clock ticking, wind against the window, then a muffled knock at the front door right after her line. non_diegetic_music: Soft felt piano notes at a slow tempo.

integrated_multimodal_description: [Shot 1] Live-action, cinematic, a vertical wide shot of a small white clapboard house's porch at dusk. The front door opens and a 45-year-old woman with a graying bun and navy scrubs steps out, then stops. At the bottom of the steps stands a 70-year-old man in a brown cardigan leaning on a walking cane. The camera holds a static shot. [Shot 2] At 00:05.000, the camera cuts to a close-up of the woman; her jaw tightens. The woman with a tired, low, controlled voice (S1) says: <d>[English] Twenty years, Dad.</d> [Shot 3] At 00:09.000, the camera cuts to a close-up of the old man; his eyes are wet. The old man with a gravelly, soft voice (S2) says: <d>[English] I know. I counted every one.</d> [Shot 4] At 00:13.000, the camera cuts to a medium shot through the doorway behind the woman, where a 16-year-old girl in an oversized hoodie with braces and headphones around her neck watches from the hallway. overall_soundscape: Wind through dry leaves, a screen door creaking, distant traffic, a dog barking far down the street. non_diegetic_music: A single acoustic guitar with slow fingerpicking over a soft sustained string pad.