Esta es una indicación de guion cinematográfico para Seedance 2.0 que describe una batalla devastadora entre la diosa del hielo y un dragón de fuego, que finalmente conduce a la armonía y la unidad.
[0:00–0:03 | OPENING] Extreme wide shot — world split down the centre. Left half: apocalyptic inferno, lava rivers, walls of flame. Right half: glaciers swallowing cities, black ice oceans, frozen tidal waves. Both forces colliding at a central fault line of steam and destruction. Sky: half ember smoke, half frozen aurora. VO — The World Voice (genderless, ancient, cracking with exhaustion — like something speaking its last words): "Two forces. One world. Neither willing to stop… until there was nothing left." [0:03–0:06 | THE ICE GODDESS] Slow-motion reveal — rising from a collapsing glacier. Marble-white skin veined with glowing blue ice. Frost crystal hair floating like a frozen crown. Pure white eyes blazing with Arctic light. Every step crystallises burning ground to black ice. She raises her arms — lightning bolts freeze mid-air. VO — The Ice Goddess (crystalline, precise, cold perfection — each word delivered like a blade of ice, beautiful and pitiless): "I am older than fire. I will be here long after the last ember dies." [0:06–0:09 | THE FIRE DRAGON] Ground splits — the dragon erupts. Obsidian horns, crimson-gold scales, eyes like white-hot supernovae. Wings the size of mountain ranges unfurl. One roar cracks every glacier on earth. He locks burning eyes on the goddess. She doesn't flinch. VO — The Fire Dragon (seismic, volcanic, every word felt in the chest more than heard — barely contained rage): "I burned the first ocean into existence. This world was born from ME." [0:09–0:12 | THE BATTLE] Rapid cuts — ice spear vs. dragonfire. Fire frozen mid-air. Ice shattered into steam. They collide at the fault line — the impact blooms one second of green life before both forces destroy it. The world cracks beneath them, dying. VO — The World Voice (desperate, breaking, fading — barely a whisper now): "Too consumed by power. Too certain of truth. While they fought… I was disappearing." [0:12–0:15 | RESOLUTION] Sudden stillness. A child's cry from below. Both look down — the world is nearly gone. Ice hand meets fire claw across the fault line. Blinding white explosion. Ice and fire merge into warm golden light. Glaciers melt to rivers. Lava cools to fertile earth. Sky clears — warm sunrise meets crystal aurora, perfectly united. VO — Both voices together (warm, slow, completely at peace — neither ice nor fire but something new and whole, spoken as one unified voice for the first time): "We were never enemies. We were always the same storm."
