worn Veo prompts

6 months ago

• Slow zoom into a cracked rearview mirror with flickering neon signs in the background. • Brief flashes of gold chains, worn sneakers, and old trophies. • Subtle dust particles drifting through the scene as a clock hand spins rapidly.

6 months ago

A cinematic, handheld, selfie-style medium shot set on an Israeli battlefield. Ballistic missiles rain down all over the city. A civilian in a dirty, attack-worn suit holds the camera at arm's length, his face perfectly framed as debris from the detonations gently swirls in the cold air. Explosions flicker in the distance, and missile trails stretch across the twilight sky.

2 months 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 months ago

The camera changes every 3 seconds, creating a smooth cinematic sequence. All scenes take place inside a dark, vintage room with worn leather furniture, dim cinematic lighting, and an eerie, mysterious atmosphere — similar to an old philosophical interrogation room. Scene 1 (First 3 seconds): The protagonist is sitting in a deep red leather armchair, surrounded by dark walls and warm, low lighting. They slowly turn their head toward the camera and give a subtle, knowing smile. The room feels silent and heavy, filled with anticipation. Scene 2 (Next 3 seconds): A delivery guy enters the same room, walking across the dim space. He wears a food courier jacket and carries a wrapped kebab. The lighting casts long shadows, enhancing the dramatic tension as he approaches the protagonist. Scene 3 (Next 3 seconds): Close-up shot of the exchange. The protagonist calmly takes the kebab from the delivery guy. The focus is on the hands and the motion, with a shallow depth of field — the background remains blurred, showing hints of aged wallpaper and leather textures. Scene 4 (Final 3 seconds): Cut to the protagonist now sitting on an old couch within the same room, visibly stuffed after eating. They recline in a relaxed, almost philosophical daze. Half of the kebab lies beside them on a small table. The mood is darkly humorous, quiet, and introspective. No text.

2 months 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