with her hands on the ground Veo prompts

17 days ago

In the style of claymation A bearded man in a flannel shirt and weathered jeans sits cross-legged beside a flickering campfire, its amber light casting soft, dancing shadows across the pine-needle-strewn ground of a quiet forest clearing. Across from him, just beyond the edge of the firelight, stands a massive grizzly bear, calm and still, its fur catching the warm glow, eyes reflecting the flames with eerie intelligence. The two shake hands, like they’re old friends.

17 days ago

In the style of claymation A bearded man in a flannel shirt and weathered jeans sits cross-legged beside a flickering campfire, its amber light casting soft, dancing shadows across the pine-needle-strewn ground of a quiet forest clearing. Across from him, just beyond the edge of the firelight, stands a massive grizzly bear, calm and still, its fur catching the warm glow, eyes reflecting the flames with eerie intelligence. The two shake hands, like they’re old friends. With voice

17 days ago

In the style of claymation A bearded man in a flannel shirt and weathered jeans sits cross-legged beside a flickering campfire, its amber light casting soft, dancing shadows across the pine-needle-strewn ground of a quiet forest clearing. Across from him, just beyond the edge of the firelight, stands a massive grizzly bear, calm and still, its fur catching the warm glow, eyes reflecting the flames with eerie intelligence. The two shake hands, like they’re old friends.

17 days ago

In the style of claymation A bearded man in a flannel shirt and weathered jeans sits cross-legged beside a flickering campfire, its amber light casting soft, dancing shadows across the pine-needle-strewn ground of a quiet forest clearing. Across from him, just beyond the edge of the firelight, stands a massive grizzly bear, calm and still, its fur catching the warm glow, eyes reflecting the flames with eerie intelligence. The two shake hands, like they’re old friends.

17 days ago

In the style of claymation A bearded man in a flannel shirt and weathered jeans sits cross-legged beside a flickering campfire, its amber light casting soft, dancing shadows across the pine-needle-strewn ground of a quiet forest clearing. Across from him, just beyond the edge of the firelight, stands a massive grizzly bear, calm and still, its fur catching the warm glow, eyes reflecting the flames with eerie intelligence. The two shake hands, like they’re old friends. With voice