Seedance 2.5 APIByteDance's model, through Leap

“Shot 1: a drone shot sweeps over city rooftops at golden hour toward a free runner in a grey hoodie sprinting along a ledge. Shot 2: slow-motion side shot as she leaps a wide gap between two buildings, hair and hoodie flying, the sun flaring behind her. Shot 3: low angle as she lands, rolls and keeps running without breaking stride. Wind rushing, footsteps on gravel, a pounding electronic beat.”

“Shot 1: a tiny golden hamster in a burgundy velvet smoking jacket sits at the head of a long, dark boardroom table, lit like a thriller, rain on the tall windows behind it. Shot 2: close-up as it narrows its eyes and says in a deep, slow, menacing voice: "You thought you could take my seeds?" Shot 3: wide shot as the boardroom lights flicker and a single sunflower seed spins on the polished table. Tense orchestral score, thunder outside.”

“Shot 1: an 80-year-old grandmother in a pastel cardigan and pearls grips a vintage microphone on a small stage in a packed, smoky basement club, purple and red light. Shot 2: close-up as she raps fast and fierce over a hard boom-bap beat: "Your Wi-Fi's weak and so are your knees, I knit a better flow than you, please." Shot 3: the crowd erupts, arms in the air, as she drops the mic and adjusts her glasses, unbothered.”

“A vertical selfie video. A tired office worker in a lanyard and a creased shirt holds the phone at arm's length and says, completely deadpan: "Day forty-seven of pretending I know what synergy means." Behind him the open-plan office is quietly on fire, flames on the desks and ceiling tiles, and his coworkers keep typing and sipping coffee as if nothing is happening. A sprinkler starts dripping on his head; he does not react. Office hum, crackling fire, a printer still printing.”

“A glossy skincare advert shot like a horror film. Shot 1: a flickering fluorescent bathroom light, a woman in a white robe gently applies a pale cream to her cheeks in the mirror. Shot 2: she stops and looks down at the sink, but her reflection in the mirror keeps smiling and slowly keeps applying the cream. Shot 3: extreme close-up on the reflection's perfect glowing skin as it whispers: "Glow... forever." Low drone, dripping tap, a sudden silence.”

“Cel-shaded anime. Shot 1: two cats in samurai armour face each other on a wooden bridge under falling cherry blossoms, wind blowing the petals. Shot 2: rapid cuts as their katanas clash in bright sparks, one cat spins in mid-air. Shot 3: they freeze back to back, then one cat's tiny topknot falls off and it hisses in outrage. Steel clashes, a shamisen sting, petals rustling.”