Wysokoszczegółowy, wieloetapowy prompt dla Seedance 2.0 do wygenerowania superrealistycznej, ciągłej sekwencji akcji z pierwszej osoby (POV). Opisuje mężczyznę uprawiającego ekstremalny parkour, zawierający zapierające dech w piersiach swobodne spadanie, rytmiczne skoki i o mało nie śmiertelny poślizg, wraz z konkretnymi szczegółami audio i wizualnymi.
A hyper-realistic, 8K resolution, adrenaline-fueled single-take POV action sequence. The camera is chest-mounted on a man wearing camouflage joggers and worn-out black-and-white sneakers. He stands on the dizzying edge of a rusted skyscraper, 1000 feet above a crystalline turquoise ocean. No clouds, no haze—just a sheer, terrifying vertical drop into the deep blue. [The Initial Freefall] The sequence begins with a sudden, heart-stopping leap into a 20-meter vertical freefall. The camera points directly at his feet as the sea surface rushes toward the lens. A deafening, high-pitched whistling 'Hyuo' wind screams past the microphone. Just before the impact, he catches a lower rusted horizontal bar with both hands—white wristband visible—and swings his body forward to land on a tiny vertical pole. [The Rhythmic Jumps & The Near-Death Slip] He immediately begins a rhythmic series of high-speed jumps: Jump 1: A clean, agile spring to a second vertical pole 2 meters away. Jump 2: A rapid leap to a thin, rusted horizontal pipe. Jump 3 (The Slip): As he jumps toward the third vertical pole, his right sneaker completely misses the mark and slides off the rusted metal. The camera tilts violently over the edge, staring straight down at the 1000-foot abyss. He lets out a sharp, panicked gasp. For a terrifying second, his body leans into the void, but he desperately claws at the pole with his fingers, his boots scrambling against the side until he manages to hook his leg and haul himself back up. Jump 4: Still trembling, he forces a frantic, heavy-breathing leap to the next bar to keep the momentum. Jump 5: A final, explosive long-distance jump to a swaying metal platform. He lands with a heavy, jarring metallic 'Clang', his body hunching low, gripping the vibrating metal for dear life. [The Ending] The camera remains in a low, fetal position on the final bar, shaking from the adrenaline. No dialogue. The audio is a visceral layer of the aggressive 'Hyuo' wind, his intense, ragged, and rapid gasping for air, and a loud, thumping heartbeat that resonates as if inside his chest. The harsh midday sun glints off the ocean waves far below, creating a blinding, beautiful, yet lethal glare. Cinematic materials, fluid 120fps motion, hyper-detailed rust and skin textures.
