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She was just the "damsel in distress" Night training turned into a full-blown awakening — one wrong move and this girl turned campus grounds into a battlefield. Fists, flames, and a final blow you won't see coming. Made with Seedance 2.5 on Fish Creative Prompt: Core Theme University field,... show more
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@FishCreativeHQ This is incredible
@FishCreativeHQ That power awakening completely changes the fight.
@FishCreativeHQ Dynamic, continuous fight choreography always brings so much energy and intensity to high stakes action scenes.
@FishCreativeHQ Amazing
@FishCreativeHQ love the intensity and creativity
@FishCreativeHQ Amazing work Shami
@FishCreativeHQ That's a wonderful work shami. Keep it going
@FishCreativeHQ Great information on the project
@FishCreativeHQ She seems powerful
@FishCreativeHQ From damsel in distress to absolute powerhouse in 30 seconds
@FishCreativeHQ From damsel to unstoppable in seconds.
@FishCreativeHQ She's good fighter
@FishCreativeHQ Exceptional AI work
@FishCreativeHQ Total anime superhero awakening energy!
@FishCreativeHQ Looks cool
@FishCreativeHQ A strong brave girl with a little bit of fire. 😂 I love it
@FishCreativeHQ Yoo this is cool
@FishCreativeHQ She's a devil
@FishCreativeHQ Wow that's great creation
@FishCreativeHQ That awakening changed everything.
@FishCreativeHQ Amazing creation
@FishCreativeHQ This is pure creativity
@FishCreativeHQ This deserves more attention.
@FishCreativeHQ Awakening turns prey into power
@FishCreativeHQ Great prompt nice created
@FishCreativeHQ The awakening twist made the fight hit harder
@FishCreativeHQ Ohho 😳
@FishCreativeHQ Visually strong concept, but flame progression needs clearer causality to feel believable.
@FishCreativeHQ She was quite strong
@FishCreativeHQ She is good fighter
@FishCreativeHQ absolutely nice!
@FishCreativeHQ Okay wait this is literally giving main character energy and I am so here for it
@FishCreativeHQ Powerful cinematic transformation, the fire awakening hits hard.
@FishCreativeHQ bro thought he was rescuing her and accidentally activated the final boss. 😭🔥
@FishCreativeHQ she can kick some butt
![卧槽，牛逼了。 同样的提示词效果居然不一般。💪💪 工具：MiniMax H3，也可以使用在线工具如： 不知火舞第一弹V2👇 第一弹提示词： --- For the target video, at 0.00 seconds into the target video, (from [Shot 1]) is fully referenced. integrated_multimodal_description: [Shot 1] 2D-animated, retro arcade fighting-game character art style blended with a clean macOS desktop scene, exactly as established in : an arc-shaped light-band wallpaper sweeps from deep blue-violet at the lower left to orange-red and magenta at the upper right over a mirror-like reflective ground; two vertical columns of glossy rounded-square application icons stand on the left half — each icon is a clean pictogram with NO text label beneath it: the first column shows from top to bottom a blue smiling face, a red-yellow-green ring around a blue center dot, a white "N" block in a dark frame, a light-blue infinity-style ribbon, a dark tile with blue letters, an amber tile with yellow script, a purple tile with white letters, and green arcs inside a circle; the second column shows two white chat bubbles on green, a penguin on white, a white paper plane on blue gradient, four colored squares in a grid, a blue-green spiral ring, a red play triangle, colorful pinwheel petals, and a white "A" brushstroke on blue — on the right stands the brown high-ponytail young woman with white horn-like hair ornaments, wearing a red high-slit qipao-style fighting outfit with a large white waist knot trailing red-floral ribbons and white-tassel beads in her hair, black fingerless gloves and red-black heeled sandals; she holds an open white fan with red trim hanging behind her hip while one hand rests on her waist, gazing back over her shoulder. The camera pushes in with small amplitude at slow speed as she pivots from the回眸 stance into a low crouch, orange-yellow fire ribbons beginning to swirl around her feet and embers spiraling upward past her shoulders. [Shot 2] At 00:04.500, the camera cuts to a wider shot of the full desktop as she explodes out of the crouch into a dramatic backbend spin — one leg planted, the other extended far to the side-rear, torso twisted and arched backward, ponytail flaring wide in the motion — and roars [Japanese] 超必殺・忍蜂！ A ring of glowing shuriken erupts from her spinning body and orbits outward like a whirlpool across the center of the screen; as the blades sweep through the icon columns, open fans launch from her wrist in rapid succession and strike the icons one by one — each struck icon wobbles violently, peels off its grid position, and tumbles downward with motion blur past the reflective ground out of frame, trailing orange-yellow sparks. The final shuriken detonates at the center of the grid as a white-blue light bloom, shaking the whole desktop loose; every remaining icon rains down in a cascade while her spin finishes in a low landing, one hand extended forward, palm up. [Shot 3] At 00:10.500, the camera cuts to a medium close-up of the young woman across the now-empty center of the screen; her expression stays calm and unbothered, lips pressed into a confident smirk while embers drift past her shoulder. She slowly raises her open fan beside her face and says [Japanese] 花蝶扇。 Orange-yellow flame begins to gather along the fan's ribs like liquid fire pooling on silk, the light reflecting off her white waist knot and red-floral ribbons as tiny sparks orbit her wrist. [Shot 4] At 00:13.500, the shot cuts back to the full desktop as she sweeps the burning fan in a wide graceful arc through another spin; ribbons of orange-yellow flame unfurl from the fan like butterfly wings trailing behind her, and each ribbon's tip hooks one falling icon from below the frame, reeling it smoothly up into its exact original grid position — every lock-in flashing a small white-blue light bloom with a sharp click as the icons seat crisply back into place, restoring both columns perfectly. The last ribbon curls around the final icon and dissolves into sparks that spiral back into her fan as she closes it with a snap at her hip. [Shot 5] At 00:17.000, the camera cuts to a low-angle hero shot as she settles into her classic pose from : side-turned stance with weight on the rear leg, one hand on her waist, the closed fan held elegantly beside her face, chin tilted down in a cold confident glare while her ribbons and hair flare outward in the residual wind. The camera pulls out with small amplitude at slow speed, revealing the fully restored desktop around her; drifting orange sparks fade to black as she holds the pose until the end of the video. overall_soundscape: Low flame crackle builds under a rumbling charge, then an explosive whoosh on the backbend spin — rapid shuriken whistles and fan-snap cracks striking icons one after another — followed by cascading rattling clatters as icons tumble out of frame and a sharp white-blue burst pop. A crisp fan snap and a soft confident breath carry across the empty desktop during the calm close-up. Rising flame hiss gathers along the fan's ribs, then graceful silk-ribbon whooshes sweep through the spin while crisp snap-back clicks land one after another as each icon locks into place with tiny light-bloom pops, ending with a low resonant boom under guttering ember crackle. non_diegetic_music: Driving taiko drums with fast electronic percussion at a high tempo building to a hard hit on the shuriken barrage, dropping out to sparse sustained synth and a single koto pluck during the calm close-up, then returning for one final strong downbeat as she locks her classic pose. ---](https://image.24vids.com/tw-2102662408271692102/amplify_video_thumb/2102645570531897344/img/l-JpLtftZ8cSjK6E.jpg)
![⚠️ TW // MIGHT BE OVERDO SPOILER ⚠️ ⛔️ DO NOT read this tweet if you haven’t watched the actual ending yet, or, you don’t want the ending you want in your head right now to get ruined ⛔️ I already put the warning, so read at your own risk~ Overdo actual ending in original script (that I got). Reason why it didn’t get included in long episode.. probably because they don’t have enough time to shoot it, as we know the filming cycle for is only 90 days. Enjoy reading! ☺️ [33-10] The flames consume the Dongjiadu Waterworks. Smoke billows into the sky as beams collapse one after another. A rescue worker shouts over the roar of the fire. “There is someone!” It is Murong Qingyi. His whole body covered in blood. His breathing is shallow. “Young Master?” “You know him?” The middle aged man nods slowly, disbelief written across his face. “I used to work for Commander Li.” As they carry him away, Qingyi’s fingers twitch. “Susu...” [33-11] 3 Months later. Qingyi slowly regains consciousness in a small clinic. He instinctively tries to sit up. Pain tears through his body, forcing him back onto the bed. The physician quickly stops him. “Don’t move.” Qingyi look at him. “Who helps me? I have to go back.” “Someone who knows you said you need to recover first before you go.” “My wife is waiting for me” “You’ve been unconscious for 3 months. Your burns are severe, several ribs are fractured, and your lungs are injured from smoke inhalation. You won’t even make it out the front door.” Qingyi grips the edge of the bed. — Over the following months, Qingyi travels from one city to another. Everywhere he goes, he seeks renowned physicians and specialists for burns and internal injuries. One elderly doctor examines the scars on his back before shaking his head. ”You pushed your body too far. If you continue traveling before you’ve healed completely, these injuries will stay with you for life.” [33-12] Two years later. A physician smiles as he finishes removing the last bandage from Qingyi’s body. [33-13] Two years later. The rebuilt lakeside cabin in Shencheng looks much the same as it once did. [Montage] Haitang Qing’s voice is heard reading from her letter. “The Fang Trading Company has found its footing again. Our business in Nanyang is flourishing, and so many of our partners are eager to meet the mysterious boss behind it all. The new plane you donated to the aviation academy has already begun training a promising new generation of pilots. The girls’ school we founded has welcomed its very first class of students. The opening ceremony won’t be complete without its chairwoman. Susu... all of us miss you. How much longer are you going to wait for him? He’s not coming back.” The letter continues as glimpses of Susu’s life play out. Le-an sits at his desk practicing calligraphy while Susu patiently guides him, correcting each stroke with gentle encouragement. Later, she tends to the flowers blooming throughout the garden, carefully watering each one. She pushes Le-an on a swing beneath the warm afternoon sun, mother and son laughing together. That night, she reads him a bedtime story. When his breathing evens into sleep, she smiles softly, tucks the blanket around him, and quietly slips from the room. [Montage END] Spring has arrived. Outside the cabin, the lake shimmers beneath the sunlight. Beneath a flowering tree, a picnic blanket has been spread across the grass. Susu sits beneath the blossoms, finishing Haitang Qing’s letter. The warmth of the afternoon makes her drowsy. She places the letter aside, lies down on her side atop the blanket, and slowly drifts into a light sleep. Everything is quiet. Sunlight filters gently through the branches overhead, petals swaying with the breeze. Then a soft gust brushes past. Half asleep, Susu feels someone settle beside her. She lazily opens her eyes. Only inches away is a familiar face. A handsome man dressed in a white shirt lies beside her, his head resting against one hand as he quietly watches her. She simply closes her eyes again. Dreaming of him has become so familiar that it no longer surprises her. A small smile finds its way onto her lips. “This is strange...” she murmurs sleepily. “Why have I been dreaming about you so often lately?” Murong Qingyi continues watching her, his voice low and gentle. “What do you dream about?” Still caught somewhere between dreaming and waking, Susu answers without opening her eyes. “I dream about the braised pork you cooked... the snowman you made... that night when you woke up in the middle of the night, turned over, and wrapped your arms around me again... and... there’s more...” A smile tugs at Qingyi’s lips. Reaching out, he gently taps the tip of her nose. “Why are all your dreams about the past?” he asks softly. “Dream about our future instead... alright?” His voice is so clear and real. Like cool spring water washing over her. In an instant, Susu is fully awake. She stares at him. At the face she has missed for two endless years. Disbelief floods her expression. Before she can even think, instinct takes over. She throws herself at him. The force knocks Qingyi backward onto the grass as she lands against his chest. Supporting herself above him, she hesitantly reaches out, fingertips trembling as they brush against his cheek, almost afraid that touching him will make him disappear. “I...” Her voice quivers. “I’m really not dreaming... am I?” Qingyi slowly sits up, lifting her effortlessly onto his lap. He holds her close and looks into her eyes. “These past two years,” he begins quietly, “I traveled everywhere to recover... to heal my injuries. But wherever I went, I kept dreaming about you.” A faint smile appears on his face. “I dreamed we were sitting together just like this.” His gaze never leaves hers. “I’d tell you, ‘Come here.’ And you’d crawl over like a little cat. I’d hold you and tell you, ‘I was wrong. Don’t be mad anymore.’ You’d pretend not to understand. You’d yawn... and then curl up in my arms.” Tears begin spilling down Susu’s cheeks, but despite herself, she laughs through them. “You certainly know how to dream,” she sniffles. “I waited two whole years for you... and the first thing you do after coming back is try to sweet talk your way into forgiving you?” Qingyi smiles at her with quiet tenderness. “If you truly blamed me,” he says softly, “you would’ve forgotten me.” Another tear escapes Susu’s eyes. At the same moment, a flower petal drifts down from above, landing with the tear against his brow before sliding to his cheek. “If you were a river,” she whispers, “I’d cross it. If you were a mountain, I’d climb it. But you...” Her voice breaks. “How was I ever supposed to forget you?” Qingyi lets out a small, amused laugh, looking almost pleased with himself. “Ren Susu,” he teases, “you really haven’t changed at all.” She cries even harder, lifting her hand to smack him in protest. Before she can, Qingyi catches her wrist. Without another word, he leans forward and kisses her. A breeze rushes through the flowering tree overhead. Petals tumble from the branches like rain, settling in their hair, across their shoulders, and around their embrace. Their kiss lingers beneath the shower of blossoms, until the two lovers are covered completely in the flowers of spring. Qingyi says that he will always find her, and he did. Susu says she will wait for him, and she did. ❤️](https://image.24vids.com/tw-2085056667209945353/amplify_video_thumb/2085056611241144320/img/v1Ry6y5HyC2LSKO8.jpg)
