Seedance 2.0 疲惫女子抽烟 电影写实提示词

SUBJECT: A drained young woman matching reference. She wears an oversized faded t-shirt and soft lounge shorts. Hair slightly messy, faint smudged kajal under her eyes, barefoot. Her movements are slow, automatic, almost like muscle memory rather than intention. Expression distant, unfocused. ENVIRONMENT: A narrow, low-ceiling studio apartment. A thin mattress pushed against the wall, rumpled sheets, clothes draped over a chair. A tight passage leads into a small wash area with a cracked mirror and damp floor. Beyond that, a compact kitchenette with stacked utensils, a flickering tube light, and a half-open window letting in tinted city glow. The space feels humid, stale, and lived-in. MOOD: Repetitive routine with an eerie undertone, like something unseen is quietly observing from above, waiting for a break in pattern. COLOR LOGIC: Muted tungsten warmth mixed with artificial green spill from outside. Slight haze in the air, soft diffusion on highlights, subtle noise for realism. CAMERA: Strict top-down POV tracking perfectly vertical above her head at all times. No tilt, no drift, no lateral offset. Smooth floating motion, phasing through ceilings and doorways seamlessly. 24mm lens feel, clean digital texture. Continuous single take. SCENE FLOW: She lies on the mattress, eyes open already, not waking, just… existing. Sits up directly beneath the lens. Without looking up, reaches beside her pillow. Finds a crumpled cigarette pack. Taps one out. Places it between her lips. Searches briefly. Finds the lighter under the sheet. Lights it. The flame flickers briefly against her face. She inhales. Drops the lighter. She stands. The camera glides with her, perfectly locked overhead. Walks slowly through the cramped room, stepping over scattered clothes. Enters the narrow passage. Moves into the wash area. With the cigarette held loosely in one hand, she turns on the tap using the other. Lets water run over her fingers first. Then splashes her face lazily, not fully committing. Water drips. She doesn’t wipe it. She exits back into the passage, trailing faint smoke. Turns into the kitchenette. Still under the exact center of the frame, she reaches toward the cluttered counter. Moves aside a plate without looking. Picks up a steel tumbler. Pauses. Stands still. The camera remains frozen above her. She raises the cigarette slightly. Takes a slow drag. Silence stretches. Then, she slowly tilts her head upward. Not sudden. Not sharp. Just enough to meet the lens. Holds eye contact. Exhales smoke straight up, it blooms toward the camera, soft and hazy. Doesn’t break the gaze. SFX: Soft lighter click, inhale/exhale, distant traffic hum, faint electrical buzz, water trickle, bare feet against floor. Subtle room tone with low ambient tension.