skull Veo prompts

4 months ago

Aerial tracking shot with a 35mm lens on an ARRI Alexa Mini LF, shallow depth of field, handheld vibration subtly mimicking the train’s rumble, 24fps with slight motion blur and soft Kodak film grain. A lean Indian man in his early 30s, dust-covered white kurta flapping in the wind, bare feet gripping the rusted top of a freight train wagon as it speeds through rural India. Late afternoon golden hour, with warm low sunlight casting elongated shadows across dried grass fields and distant banyan trees. In the distance, a dark stone bridge looms rapidly ahead. The man, drenched in sweat, eyes wide, doesn’t flinch—his jaw tightens as the camera tilts slightly to emphasize the shrinking space between his head and the arch. Background blurs as the train barrels forward, wheels clanking louder, tension building with every screech of metal on rail. Just as his skull seems seconds from cracking against stone, the camera abruptly cuts to a side dolly shot revealing a hidden gap between his head and the archway—only inches, but enough. The illusion breaks; the man passes under safely. His chest heaves once. Lighting remains warm but dappled, with slight lens flare from the sun streaking across frame. Emotional tone: Pure tension giving way to breathless relief. Audio cues: Rising train noise, ambient wind, an eagle’s cry overhead, distant horns. A sharp whoosh as the train clears the bridge, followed by the fading echo of rails humming. Color Palette: Earth tones, sun-baked yellows and browns, deep shadowed grays from the bridge. Dialogue: None. The silence after the near miss says everything. shot in cinematic style.

7 months ago

photo portrait of a woman wearing a skull and bone mask, in the style of rose gold and white, looking at camera, frontal vogue style, dreamy symbolism, celestialpunk, baroque-inspired details, tan skin, fashion editorial, canon 50mm 1.2L, ultra details --ar 4:5 --style raw --stylize 50 --v 6.0

2 days ago

Cinematic fusion of Ned Kelly and the Mad Max 2 Ford V8 Interceptor, brought to life in the Australian outback, image captured by the best wildlife photographer in the whole wide world The Outback holds its breath in the hour before dawn. The air is cold, the silence absolute, broken only by the faint, ticking sound of a cooling engine. He is a spectre from two legends, a figure forged in the crucible of Australian myth. Clad not in the crude black iron of the Kelly Gang, but in a battle-hardened amalgam of scrap metal and salvaged history. His helmet is a fearsome, sculpted steel skull, its narrow eye-slit reflecting a sliver of the coming sun. The iconic square breastplate is still there, but it's welded to worn leather and car body panels, etched with the scars of the wasteland. He stands beside his mechanical steed: the last of the V8 Interceptors. The Ford Falcon XB Coupe is a beast of gleaming menace and dust-caked grit. Its supercharger juts from the hood like a blackened cannon, and the fuel tanks strapped to its sides hint at a terrible, explosive power. The paint is long gone, replaced by the raw, sun-baked patina of the desert. The scene is set on a vast, salt pan, its cracked white surface stretching to a horizon of low, rugged hills. The sky above is a masterpiece of deep indigo, against which the Milky Way spills a river of diamond dust. To the east, a thin band of tangerine and magenta bleeds into the darkness, casting the entire landscape in a surreal, cinematic glow. The photographer, a master of capturing the soul of the wild, has framed this moment perfectly. The long exposure has captured the stillness of the earth and the dizzying spin of the cosmos. The car's chrome gleams with starlight; the figure of the armoured man is an unmoving monument of defiance against the epic scale of the universe. It is a portrait of the last bush-ranger, the road warrior king, waiting for the sun to rise on another day of survival in a world gone mad. JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance

2 days ago

Cinematic fusion of Ned Kelly and the Mad Max 2 Ford V8 Interceptor, brought to life in the Australian outback, image captured by the best wildlife photographer in the whole wide world The Outback holds its breath in the hour before dawn. The air is cold, the silence absolute, broken only by the faint, ticking sound of a cooling engine. He is a spectre from two legends, a figure forged in the crucible of Australian myth. Clad not in the crude black iron of the Kelly Gang, but in a battle-hardened amalgam of scrap metal and salvaged history. His helmet is a fearsome, sculpted steel skull, its narrow eye-slit reflecting a sliver of the coming sun. The iconic square breastplate is still there, but it's welded to worn leather and car body panels, etched with the scars of the wasteland. He stands beside his mechanical steed: the last of the V8 Interceptors. The Ford Falcon XB Coupe is a beast of gleaming menace and dust-caked grit. Its supercharger juts from the hood like a blackened cannon, and the fuel tanks strapped to its sides hint at a terrible, explosive power. The paint is long gone, replaced by the raw, sun-baked patina of the desert. The scene is set on a vast, salt pan, its cracked white surface stretching to a horizon of low, rugged hills. The sky above is a masterpiece of deep indigo, against which the Milky Way spills a river of diamond dust. To the east, a thin band of tangerine and magenta bleeds into the darkness, casting the entire landscape in a surreal, cinematic glow. The photographer, a master of capturing the soul of the wild, has framed this moment perfectly. The long exposure has captured the stillness of the earth and the dizzying spin of the cosmos. The car's chrome gleams with starlight; the figure of the armoured man is an unmoving monument of defiance against the epic scale of the universe. It is a portrait of the last bush-ranger, the road warrior king, waiting for the sun to rise on another day of survival in a world gone mad. JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance