Seedance 2.5 prompts

A neon-lit night market in heavy rain, steam rising from food stalls, a woman in a clear raincoat walks past glowing paper lanterns, slow dolly forward, reflections on wet stone, cinematic.

A figure skater in a deep red dress spins on a frozen lake at dawn, ice crystals spraying from her blades, mist over the pine forest, low tracking shot, cinematic.

She holds the phone out at arm's length, framed chest-up, her knit sleeve running in from the bottom corner. The phone in her hand is the one recording this, and her eyes stay on its lens. Mid twenties, long dark wavy hair with a middle part, freckles across her nose and cheeks, cream chunky-knit crewneck sweater, small gold hoops. Her face starts flat, lips together; then her eyes go wide, her mouth drops open in a silent gasp, and her free hand claps over her mouth and stays, brows lifting. Bright open living room behind her, white sofa, low wooden coffee table with stacked books, sheer curtains over tall windows onto green trees, soft daylight. Natural skin texture. One unbroken handheld take, no on-screen text, no logos, no captions.

He holds the phone out at arm's length, a little to one side, his shoulder in the near corner, framed chest-up. The phone in his hand is the one recording this, and he talks straight into its lens. Early twenties, dark tight curls on top with short sides, light stubble, fitted charcoal tank. He is mid-sentence and animated, a big open grin breaking through as he speaks, eyebrows lifting, head bobbing with the words, the frame drifting slightly as he moves. Bright commercial gym behind him, a drop ceiling with fluorescent panels, dumbbell racks, flat benches, cable machines, people training, a wall of windows onto green fields, daylight. Natural skin texture, a light post-workout sheen. One unbroken handheld take, no on-screen text, no logos, no captions.

She sits in the driver's seat holding the phone low at arm's length, framed chest-up from slightly below, the steering wheel at the bottom edge. The phone in her hand is the one recording this, and her eyes go to its lens. Mid twenties, long straight black hair with soft lighter streaks, small silver nose ring, oversized charcoal hoodie, her free hand resting on top of her head, elbow up. She holds a flat, tired look, rolls her eyes up to the roof, lets out an exasperated sigh as her mouth falls open and her eyes half close, and comes back to the lens deadpan. Parked cars through the rear window, soft overcast daylight. Natural skin texture. One unbroken handheld take, no on-screen text, no logos, no captions.

She walks toward the lens holding the phone out at arm's length, slightly above her, framed from the knees up, her arm reaching in from the corner. The phone in her hand is the one recording this, and her eyes go to its lens. Mid twenties, long straight dark hair with face-framing pieces, slate-blue oversized hoodie, black leggings, white sneakers. A soft closed smile widens into a relaxed open smile as she walks, the frame bobbing with each step, then her gaze drops to the sidewalk ahead. Quiet suburban sidewalk, green lawns, a young tree in a mulch ring, parked cars and houses, low golden sun warm across her face, long shadows. Dewy natural skin texture. One unbroken handheld take, no on-screen text, no logos, no captions.

The phone is propped on the counter beside her and stays perfectly still, showing her full length in side profile at the stove. She never looks at the lens. Mid twenties, long straight blonde hair tucked behind one ear, oversized taupe crew-neck tee, loose light-grey sweatpants, white socks. Her eyes stay down on a black frying pan on the gas range; one hand steadies the pan handle while the other turns the food with black tongs in a slow, steady rhythm, shifting her weight once. Bright white kitchen, shaker cabinets, a stainless range hood, white quartz counter, potted herbs and a coffee machine by a window onto pine trees, pale wood floor, soft overcast daylight. Natural skin texture. One unbroken locked-off take, no on-screen text, no logos, no captions.

He holds the phone low at arm's length, angled up at him, framed chest-up as he sits back on a grey sofa. The phone in his hand is the one recording this. Mid twenties, short brown hair, dark grey crewneck sweatshirt. His chin rests on his hand, brow furrowed, lips moving as he mutters something to himself; his fingers drag across his mouth, then his hand climbs to his forehead and his eyes squeeze shut in a wince, and his fingers push back into his hair as his head drops forward, grimacing. A sloped attic ceiling behind him with a skylight window, a small framed print, a wooden wall shelf, soft daylight from above. Natural skin texture. One unbroken handheld take, no on-screen text, no logos, no captions.

She holds the phone out at arm's length, framed chest-up, the frame swaying slightly. The phone in her hand is the one recording this. Late twenties, shoulder-length copper hair with a middle part, heavy freckles, small gold hoops, green short-sleeve cable-knit polo. She starts glancing off to the side, brows knitted, mouth open in worry; her eyes snap to the lens, alarmed, then her lips press together in a wince, her free hand fidgets near her collar as she glances aside again, and she comes back to the lens with a hesitant, relieved closed-mouth smile. Bright modern apartment behind her, grey walls, a white door, tall windows, soft daylight. Natural skin texture, freckles intact. One unbroken handheld take, no on-screen text, no logos, no captions.