How to Write Prompts - VO3 AI Guide

A medium shot frames an old sailor, his knitted blue sailor hat casting a shadow over his eyes, a thick grey beard obscuring his chin. He holds his pipe in one hand, gesturing with it towards the churning, grey sea beyond the ship's railing. "This ocean, it's a force, a wild, untamed might. And she commands your awe, with every breaking light"

A follow shot of a wise old owl high in the air, peeking through the clouds in a moonlit sky above a forest. The wise old owl carefully circles a clearing looking around to the forest floor. After a few moments, it dives down to a moonlit path and sits next to a badger. Audio: wings flapping, birdsong, loud and pleasant wind rustling and the sound of intermittent pleasant sounds buzzing, twigs snapping underfoot, croaking. A light orchestral score with woodwinds throughout with a cheerful, optimistic rhythm, full of innocent curiosity.A wise old owl and a nervous badger sit on a moonlit forest path. "They left behind a...a 'ball' today. It bounced higher than I can jump.” the badger stammered, trying to comprehend it. “What manner of magic is that?" the owl hooted thoughtfully. Audio: Owl hooting, badger's nervous chitters, rustling leaves, crickets.A wise old owl flies away out of the frame and a nervous young badger runs in a different direction out of the frame. In the background, you can see a squirrel hurrying past making noise of rustling dried autumn leaves as it goes. Audio: birdsong, loud and leaves rustling, and the sound of intermittent pleasant sounds buzzing, twigs snapping underfoot, and the sounds of squirrels scurrying through the dried autumn leaves. The sound of an owl hooting in the distance, badger's nervous chitters, rustling leaves, crickets, sounds that are full of innocent curiosity.

A follow shot of a wise old owl high in the air, peeking through the clouds in a moonlit sky above a forest. The wise old owl carefully circles a clearing looking around to the forest floor. After a few moments, it dives down to a moonlit path and sits next to a badger. Audio: wings flapping, birdsong, loud and pleasant wind rustling and the sound of intermittent pleasant sounds buzzing, twigs snapping underfoot, croaking. A light orchestral score with woodwinds throughout with a cheerful, optimistic rhythm, full of innocent curiosity.A wise old owl and a nervous badger sit on a moonlit forest path. "They left behind a...a 'ball' today. It bounced higher than I can jump.” the badger stammered, trying to comprehend it. “What manner of magic is that?" the owl hooted thoughtfully. Audio: Owl hooting, badger's nervous chitters, rustling leaves, crickets.A wise old owl flies away out of the frame and a nervous young badger runs in a different direction out of the frame. In the background, you can see a squirrel hurrying past making noise of rustling dried autumn leaves as it goes. Audio: birdsong, loud and leaves rustling, and the sound of intermittent pleasant sounds buzzing, twigs snapping underfoot, and the sounds of squirrels scurrying through the dried autumn leaves. The sound of an owl hooting in the distance, badger's nervous chitters, rustling leaves, crickets, sounds that are full of innocent curiosity.

A medium shot, historical adventure setting: Warm lamplight illuminates a cartographer in a cluttered study, poring over an ancient, sprawling map spread across a large table. Cartographer: "According to this old sea chart, the lost island isn't myth! We must prepare an expedition immediately!"

The scene explodes with the raw, visceral, and unpredictable energy of a hardcore off-road rally, captured with a dynamic, almost found-footage or embedded sports documentary aesthetic. The camera is often shaky, seemingly mounted inside one of the vehicles or held by a daring spectator very close to the action, frequently splattered with mud or water, catching unintentional lens flares from the natural, often harsh, sunlight filtering through trees or reflecting off wet surfaces. We are immersed in a challenging, untamed natural environment – perhaps a dense, muddy forest trail, a treacherous rocky incline littered with loose scree, or a series_of shallow, fast-flowing river crossings. Several heavily modified, entirely unidentifiable, and unbranded off-road vehicles are engaged in a frenetic, no-holds-barred race. These are not showroom models; they are custom-built, rugged machines – open-wheeled buggies with exposed engines and prominent roll cages, heavily armored pickup trucks with oversized, knobby tires and snorkel exhausts, their original forms and manufacturers completely obscured by extreme modifications, layers of caked-on mud, and a general air of brutal functionality. The dominant sounds are the deafening, guttural roar of powerful, untamed engines, the whine of transmissions, the percussive impact of suspension bottoming out, and the constant spray of mud and water. Within an 8-second sequence, one of the lead vehicles, a low-slung, open-cockpit buggy so caked in thick, brown mud that its original color is a mystery, approaches a wide, shallow river crossing at incredible speed. Without the slightest hesitation, its unseen driver powers straight into the water. The impact sends an enormous, almost solid, opaque sheet of muddy water, mixed with stones and debris from the riverbed, spectacularly high into the air, completely engulfing the small buggy for a terrifying moment, obscuring it from view as if it has been swallowed by the river itself. Right on its tail, a pursuing, equally mud-encrusted, custom-built truck – a hulking, high-clearance beast with a heavily reinforced external roll cage and no discernible badging – arrives at the river crossing just as this massive wall of airborne water reaches its peak. Instead of slowing or attempting to find a clearer path, the truck's driver, with unwavering aggression, plunges directly into and through this opaque, turbulent curtain of muddy spray at full throttle. A split second later, the truck bursts out from the other side of the deluge, water cascading from its roof and chassis, its oversized windshield wipers struggling frantically to clear the torrent of muddy water obscuring the driver's vision. It lands heavily on the far bank, suspension groaning, but still in hot pursuit of the now-reappearing buggy. This thrilling, messy, and visually spectacular sequence of one vehicle creating a massive environmental obstacle and the next immediately conquering it through sheer force, forms the core, immersive, attention-grabbing event of the 8-second sequence. The race continues with undiminished ferocity, the natural terrain itself an active participant in the conflict.

The scene opens with a top-down or wide-angle shot showcasing a vast, perfectly flat, neutral-colored surface – perhaps the polished concrete floor of an enormous, empty aircraft hangar, or a giant, minimalist tabletop stretching beyond the frame, under bright, even, shadowless studio lighting. This surface is meticulously covered with thousands upon thousands of small, identical, brightly colored paper squares, arranged in a simple, orderly grid. Each square is a single, vibrant, uncreased sheet – a sea of reds, blues, yellows, greens, oranges, creating a stunning, static mosaic of pure potential. The atmosphere is one of quiet anticipation, a sense of immense latent energy waiting to be unleashed. There is no visible mechanism, no hint of how these papers might be manipulated. Within an 8-second sequence, initiated by an unseen cue – perhaps a subtle, almost inaudible, low-frequency hum that ripples almost invisibly across the surface, or a sudden, soft flash of diffused light – all the thousands of paper squares simultaneously, and with breathtaking precision, leap a few inches into the air as if startled into life. Then, in a mesmerizing, perfectly synchronized, and incredibly high-speed aerial ballet, they begin to fold themselves in mid-air. With impossible, almost magical celerity and accuracy, unseen forces guide each individual square through a complex series of sharp creases, neat tucks, and intricate folds. The swarm of fluttering, self-constructing papers is a blur of color and motion, a chaotic yet utterly controlled explosion of activity. Within a mere five to six seconds, this frenetic process of airborne origami completes. Each of the thousands of squares has transformed into an identical, perfectly formed, complex origami figure – perhaps graceful cranes with outstretched wings, delicate multi-petaled lotus flowers, or miniature, intricately detailed dragons. In the final two to three seconds of the sequence, these newly formed origami figures, still hovering in mid-air, then smoothly and rapidly arrange themselves, like a flock of perfectly trained birds or a sophisticated, self-organizing swarm of nanobots, into a stunning, larger, three-dimensional collective pattern or a recognizable mosaic image – perhaps a giant, hovering sphere composed of countless tiny birds, or a complex, flowing wave of flowers, or even a pixel-perfect, three-dimensional representation of a face or symbol. This collective sculpture holds its form for a beat before the individual origami figures begin to gently, gracefully, and silently settle back down onto the surface, now arranged in their magnificent new configuration. This entire rapid, impossible, and beautiful transformation – from simple squares to a synchronized swarm of self-folding forms creating a complex collective artwork – is the core, eye-popping, and meticulously detailed VFX spectacle of the 8-second sequence. The visual is one of magical precision, emergent complexity, and the beauty of mass synchronized action.