Seedance 1.5 Pro APIByteDance's model, through Leap

“He slurps a big mouthful of noodles, steam curling up into the bulb light, then exhales and closes his eyes for a second. A train thunders across the tracks overhead, the bulb sways and flickers, fine dust drifts down. The young cook behind him stirs the stock pot. Slow handheld push-in with a slight natural sway. Sound: heavy train rumble overhead, slurping, broth bubbling, rain outside. No music.”

“He presses the iron masher down and smashes the melting block of butter into the bubbling bhaji with fast, hard strokes; the butter spreads and sizzles, steam bursts up into the bulbs; a customer's hand at the left holds out a steel plate. Close handheld camera, slow push-in, slight shake. Sound: loud sizzle, iron clanging on the tawa, crowd chatter, distant traffic. No music.”

“He weaves between a minibus and a donkey cart, ducks under a low awning without touching the tray, rings his bell and grins at the camera. Camera tracks alongside from the car window. Sound: car horns, a minibus tout shouting, a bicycle bell.”

“The family rides through the monsoon downpour alongside the camera; the father keeps the tower of red plastic stools perfectly balanced on his shoulder without looking, the boy hugs the goose, which honks and flaps one wing, and the boy shushes it; headlights streak past on the wet road. Camera tracks alongside at the same speed with a gentle bob. One continuous shot, no cuts. Sound: heavy rain, scooter engines, a goose honking, horns. No text, no logos, no labels, nothing printed anywhere.”

“Holding eye contact with the camera, the cat slowly pushes the tulip glass of tea along the marble sill with one paw until it tips over the edge and falls out of frame; the man's hand grabs at it a moment too late. The cat keeps staring at the lens, then calmly pushes the sugar cube off the edge too. Static camera. One continuous shot, no cuts. Sound: a ferry horn far away, the glass shattering below, an old man groaning. No text, no logos, no labels, nothing printed anywhere.”

“The gull snatches the chip right out of the man's fingers an inch from his mouth and wheels away over the sea; he freezes with his mouth still open, then turns and shouts after it, shaking his fist. Handheld camera. Sound: wind, gulls screaming, the man shouting 'Oi!', waves.”