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About Prompt
- Prompt Type – Scene-by-Scene
- Prompt Platform – Google Veo
- Language – English
- Category – Video/Story
- Prompt Title – VEO 3 Prompt – Guardians of the Sacred Mountain
Prompt Details
🎬 Scene 1
The scene opens on an impossibly beautiful vista, a masterfully composed landscape that breathes with ancient magic and serene power. We are on a floating crystalline plateau near the summit of the Sacred Mountain, a colossal peak that pierces a sky painted in hues of twilight lavender and soft, molten gold. The air itself seems to shimmer with latent energy, filled with floating motes of pure light that drift like lazy snowflakes. The ground beneath is not stone but a seamless, semi-translucent crystal that hums with a low, resonant frequency, intricate veins of soft, blue light pulsing rhythmically within its depths, mirroring the constellations in the darkening sky above. The plateau is dotted with fantastical flora: towering, willow-like trees with leaves of spun silver that chime softly in the ethereal breeze, and fields of bioluminescent moss that glow with an emerald fire, casting an otherworldly under-light on everything. In the center of this sacred space sits Elara, suspended a few inches above the crystalline ground in a state of deep meditation. Her posture is one of perfect, serene stillness, a stark contrast to the dynamic, living world around her. The camera executes a slow, majestic orbital pan around her, capturing the breathtaking panorama. In the far distance, other floating islands, draped with luminous waterfalls that cascade into the mist-filled abyss below, hang suspended in the air. The atmosphere is one of profound peace, a sanctuary untouched by time, a place where the physical and spiritual realms are visibly intertwined. The lighting is magical and diffused, sourced not from a single sun but from the glowing flora, the crystalline ground, and the cosmic tapestry of the sky itself, creating complex, soft shadows and highlighting the intricate textures of Elara’s robes and the delicate, almost breathing quality of the entire environment. Every frame is saturated with vibrant yet harmonious colours, a visual symphony of deep blues, purples, golds, and greens, evoking a sense of wonder and reverence. The air is crisp and clean, carrying the scent of night-blooming celestial flowers and the faint, electric tang of ozone, a world existing in a perfect, fragile equilibrium.
🎵 Tone: Serene, awe-inspiring, spiritual
🎬 Scene 2
The tranquil atmosphere of the sacred plateau is abruptly shattered by the arrival of Kael. He bursts into the frame, his movement a whirlwind of controlled urgency that contrasts sharply with Elara’s profound stillness. He doesn’t run recklessly, but moves with the swift, sure-footed grace of a lifelong warrior, his leather-clad boots making almost no sound on the humming crystal surface. The camera, which was focused on Elara, quickly rack-focuses to Kael as he enters the foreground, his form sharp and defined against the softer, dreamlike background. His breathing is slightly ragged, not from exhaustion, but from adrenaline and a simmering anxiety that radiates from him in palpable waves. His fiery red hair seems to burn against the cool lavender hues of the sky, and his green eyes are wide with alarm, scanning the horizon before fixing on Elara’s meditative form. He clenches and unclenches his fists, the leather of his runic gauntlets creaking softly with the tension in his hands. He stops a respectful distance from Elara, his body coiled like a spring, a tangible representation of restless energy intruding upon a place of peace. The magical light of the plateau catches the intricate details of his armour, the polished metal clasps gleaming and the carved runes seeming to absorb the ambient light, holding a faint, dormant glow. He casts a long, sharp shadow on the crystalline ground, a slash of darkness in the otherwise harmonious environment. The floating motes of light seem to swirl more erratically in his presence, disturbed by his turbulent emotional state. His expression is a mixture of frustration, fear, and a desperate need for guidance, the youthful impulsiveness of his nature warring with the disciplined training of a Guardian. The world around him remains beautiful, but his presence introduces a new, discordant note, a premonition of the conflict to come.
🎵 Tone: Urgent, tense, foreboding
🎬 Scene 3
Elara’s eyes open, the sapphire blue irises seeming to glow with their own internal light for a brief moment before settling. The camera follows her gaze as she rises effortlessly, her feet never touching the ground, and glides towards the edge of the plateau where Kael stands, a sentinel of burgeoning dread. The shot is a dramatic over-the-shoulder view from behind the two Guardians, placing the audience directly with them as they witness the encroaching horror. Below, the serene, mist-filled valleys that cradle the base of the Sacred Mountain are being consumed. A creeping, unnatural miasma, a living shadow of pure corruption, is slowly advancing. It is not merely a fog; it is a tangible entity, thick and oily, with writhing, smokey tendrils that move with a malevolent intelligence. The darkness actively leeches the life and colour from the world it touches. Lush, glowing forests turn to grey, desiccated husks in its wake. The vibrant, life-giving streams that flow down the mountain turn black and viscous, their gentle murmur silenced. The very air seems to warp and distort above the shadow, creating a heat-haze effect of pure despair. Within the roiling mass of darkness, faint, ghostly shapes of corrupted wildlife can be seen—twisted, skeletal forms of mountain creatures, their eyes burning with a sickly purple light. The corruption is silent, its advance marked only by the chilling absence of sound where it passes. This creeping void is a stark, terrifying violation of the mountain’s sacred beauty, a cancer spreading through a perfect world. The contrast between the vibrant, magical plateau where the Guardians stand and the encroaching desolation below is stark and horrifying, creating a powerful sense of imminent, overwhelming threat. The golden and lavender light from the sky above seems to refuse to penetrate the shadow, creating a sharp, delineated border between life and death.
🎵 Tone: Dread, ominous, despairing
🎬 Scene 4
The camera shifts to an intimate two-shot, framing Elara and Kael from the waist up against the backdrop of the encroaching void. The focus is entirely on their expressions, their silent communication, and the weight of the moment. Elara turns her head slowly to look at Kael, her ancient, sapphire eyes locking with his fiery, emerald ones. Her expression is no longer just sad; it has hardened into one of grim, unshakable resolve. The soft, ethereal light from the plateau illuminates the planes of her face, highlighting the subtle tightening of her jaw and the profound gravity in her eyes. It is the look of a leader who understands the true cost of the coming battle. She has seen ages come and go, but this threat is different, more absolute. Her serenity is not broken, but rather transformed into a formidable, focused calm that seems to draw power from the mountain itself. The air around her feels denser, charged with her will. Kael, in turn, looks to her for guidance. The raw alarm and urgency on his face begin to subside as he draws strength from her composure, replaced by a nascent determination. He sees the weight of their duty reflected in her eyes, and it solidifies his own resolve. His jaw sets, his chin lifts, and the youthful impatience in his posture is replaced by the steady stance of a warrior ready to accept his fate. A silent understanding passes between them—a shared history, a shared purpose, and the shared burden of being the last line of defense. The magical light seems to cling to them, a fragile bubble of purity and order against the chaotic, all-consuming darkness that looms in the background, now artfully de-focused but its presence felt as a cold, oppressive weight upon the scene. Every detail is magnified—the flicker of light in Elara’s silver hair, the way Kael’s grip tightens on the hilt of a dagger he wasn’t holding before, the subtle shift in their breathing as they prepare for what must come next.
🎵 Tone: Grave, resolute, determined
🎬 Scene 5
The camera pushes in to an extreme close-up on Kael’s hands as he takes his final, preparatory action. His expression, seen in soft focus in the background, is one of intense concentration. He slams his fists together, a sharp, resonant clap of bronze on bronze. The impact is not merely physical; it is an act of awakening. In response to the impact, the dormant runes carved into the surface of his bronze gauntlets and vambraces ignite. The light begins as a faint, red-hot ember deep within the carved lines, then rapidly flares into a brilliant, fiery orange that courses through the intricate patterns like molten lava. The light is vibrant and alive, pulsing with a wild, untamed energy that mirrors Kael’s own spirit. It casts a warm, flickering glow onto his determined face, throwing the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity in his green eyes into stark relief. The air around his fists crackles and distorts with heat, small sparks and embers dancing off the glowing metal and dissipating into the twilight air. The obsidian stones set on the back of his gauntlets, previously dull and light-absorbing, now begin to glow from within with a deep, volcanic red, swirls of energy visible within their polished depths. This is not just enchanted metal; it is a symbiotic connection between the Guardian and his power, a conduit for the raw, fiery heart of the mountain. The camera lingers on this detail, capturing the texture of the worn leather, the precise craftsmanship of the bronze, and the almost liquid quality of the magical light. The runes themselves are ancient and complex, a language of fire and earth made manifest. Their activation is a clear, unambiguous statement: the time for observation is over, and the time for action has begun. The raw power emanating from the gauntlets feels hot, dangerous, and ready to be unleashed.
🎵 Tone: Powerful, determined, fiery
🎬 Scene 6
In a seamless transition, the camera pans from Kael’s fiery display to Elara, who stands a few feet away, a beacon of calm celestial power. While Kael’s power is explosive and raw, hers is an act of serene, focused invocation. She raises her right hand, palm open towards the twilight sky. From the mists beside her, a staff of gnarled, ancient silverwood materializes into her grasp. The staff is not merely wood; it is a living artifact, with small, silver leaves sprouting from its length and a large, flawless, uncut crystal cradled at its apex. As her fingers close around it, the crystal begins to glow with an intense, pure white light, so brilliant it momentarily overexposes the frame. This light is not hot and crackling like Kael’s, but cool, silent, and immensely powerful. It pulses with a steady, rhythmic beat, like a second heart. Elara then brings the butt of the staff down onto the crystalline plateau. The impact creates no sound, but a visible shockwave of pure, white energy ripples outwards across the ground, causing the veins of light within the crystal to flare in response. The air around her begins to warp, not with heat, but with a gravitational pull, as she summons the mountain’s sacred energy. A miniature vortex of swirling starlight and celestial energy begins to form around the crystal at the top of her staff, particles of light drawing in from the sky and the ground, coalescing into a swirling, contained galaxy of power. The Aethelbloom flowers in her hair pulse in unison with the staff, their blue light intensifying. Her expression is one of absolute concentration, her sapphire eyes glowing with the same pure white light as the crystal. This is the power of order, of creation, a direct and potent answer to the chaotic void below.
🎵 Tone: Majestic, powerful, sacred
🎬 Scene 7
The camera pulls back dramatically to a breathtaking, epic wide shot, capturing the two Guardians in their full glory against the vast, cosmic backdrop. They stand side-by-side at the precipice of the glowing crystalline island, a perfect synthesis of fire and starlight. Kael is a study in kinetic energy, crouched slightly, his body coiled, the fiery runes on his armour casting a dynamic, flickering orange glow that dances on the ground around him. Elara stands tall and serene, a pillar of celestial grace, her staff held firmly, the contained vortex of pure white light at its tip illuminating her like a beacon and casting long, steady shadows behind them. They are a small but potent point of vibrant light and colour against the encroaching tide of absolute darkness that now fills the lower half of the frame, its tendrils seeming to claw their way up the mountainside. The scale is immense. The Sacred Mountain, with its floating islands and ethereal waterfalls, looks like a kingdom of the gods, and they are its final, defiant protectors. The sky above them is a swirling masterpiece of nebulae and stars, as if the heavens themselves are watching the confrontation. The contrast is the central theme of the shot: the living, breathing, magical light of the Guardians and their sanctuary versus the dead, silent, all-consuming void of the Shadow. They are not just two people; they are living manifestations of the mountain’s will to survive, embodying its dual nature—the fiery, creative core and the serene, cosmic order. Their combined light creates a protective aura around the edge of the plateau, a shimmering barrier of gold and silver that holds the darkness at bay, though it visibly strains against the pressure. The shot is held for a moment, allowing the audience to absorb the sheer scale of the conflict, the beauty of the world at stake, and the lonely, heroic stand of its protectors.
🎵 Tone: Epic, heroic, defiant
🎬 Scene 8
The camera dramatically cuts from the epic wide shot to an extreme close-up on the leading edge of the encroaching Shadow, showcasing its terrifying, malevolent nature in intimate detail. This is not just darkness; it is an active, predatory entity. The view is disorienting, shot from a low angle, looking up as if we are about to be consumed. Writhing, whip-like tendrils of pure black smoke, infused with a sickly, violet energy, erupt from the main mass of the corruption. They move with terrifying speed and precision, lashing out like striking serpents. The tendrils are not uniform; their texture is oily and semi-corporeal, constantly shifting and coalescing. As they extend, they momentarily reveal horrifying, fragmented images within their swirling forms—glimpses of twisted faces contorted in silent screams, skeletal claws, and eyes burning with mindless malice. The sound design in this shot is paramount, creating a sense of visceral horror. The tendrils themselves emit a horrifying, wet, tearing sound as they rip through the air, combined with a chorus of distorted, ghostly whispers that seem to emanate from within the darkness itself. The sickly purple light that pulses within the tendrils casts an unsettling, unnatural glow on the grey, dead rock of the mountainside, making the texture of the stone look diseased and corrupted. One particularly large tendril lashes directly towards the camera, filling the entire frame for a split second with its horrifying form before recoiling slightly. The speed and aggression of this attack are designed to be startling, a sudden escalation of the threat from a creeping horror to an active, immediate danger. The movement is fluid yet chaotic, a visual representation of pure, unbridled destruction. It is a promise of the violent struggle to come, a direct challenge to the Guardians’ defiant stand.
🎵 Tone: Terrifying, aggressive, horrifying
🎬 Scene 9
The scene cuts back instantly to the Guardians, but the perspective has shifted to a dynamic, action-oriented shot. The camera is now behind them, low to the ground and slightly to the side, capturing their immediate, powerful response. Reacting with perfect synchronicity born of long practice, they unleash their power. Kael thrusts his hands forward, palms open. The fiery energy contained within his gauntlets erupts outwards, not as a simple fireball, but as a concentrated, roaring torrent of pure, liquid flame. The blast is incredibly detailed, with a core of white-hot intensity surrounded by swirling eddies of orange and red, trailing sparks and black smoke. It screams through the air, a manifestation of his fiery will, aimed directly at the lashing tendrils. Simultaneously, Elara thrusts her staff forward. The contained vortex of starlight at its tip expands instantly into a massive, shimmering shield of celestial energy. The shield is not a solid wall, but a semi-translucent dome of woven light, intricate geometric patterns and constellations swirling across its surface. It materializes just in front of them with a resonant hum, perfectly timed to intercept the incoming tendrils. The camera captures the explosive moment of impact: Kael’s fire-lance slams into one of the larger tendrils, causing it to hiss and disintegrate in a shower of purple sparks and black ichor. At the same time, two other tendrils smash against Elara’s shield, the impact creating a brilliant flash of light and a deafening crack, like thunder and breaking glass combined. The shield holds firm, ripples of energy spreading across its surface from the points of impact but not breaking. The interplay of light is spectacular: the warm, chaotic fire of Kael’s attack contrasts with the cool, ordered light of Elara’s defense, both brilliantly illuminating their determined faces and casting dynamic, shifting shadows all around them. Their movements are precise, economical, and devastatingly effective—a perfect blend of offense and defense.
🎵 Tone: Action-packed, intense, powerful
🎬 Scene 10
The final scene is a powerful, emotionally charged close-up on the faces of the two Guardians, captured in the chaotic, flickering light of their own unleashed power. The camera is tight on them, a two-shot that emphasizes their unity and shared purpose in the face of overwhelming odds. Kael’s face is on the left of the frame, illuminated by the warm, violent orange glow of his own fire. Sweat beads on his brow, and his teeth are gritted in a snarl of exertion and defiance. His emerald eyes are narrowed, intensely focused on the unseen enemy before him, burning with a furious, protective fire. Every muscle in his jaw is tense, a portrait of raw, untamed power being pushed to its limit. On the right, Elara’s face is a study in focused serenity, bathed in the cool, brilliant white light from her celestial shield. Her expression is not one of struggle, but of absolute, unwavering concentration. Her sapphire eyes, glowing faintly, are calm and wide, seeing beyond the immediate chaos to the core of the battle. A single, stray strand of her silver hair whips across her face, the only sign of the violent energies swirling around her. Though their expressions are vastly different—his of fiery rage, hers of profound calm—their resolve is identical. They are two halves of a whole, fire and ice, action and wisdom, standing together. The background is a chaotic blur of exploding light, incinerating shadows, and swirling energy. Sparks of orange and motes of white light drift through the frame, catching on their hair and armour. This is the final, iconic image: not of the victory itself, but of the unyielding spirit of the protectors, the quiet moment of immense effort and sacrifice at the heart of the storm. The shot holds on their faces, a testament to their unbreakable will, leaving the audience with a sense of hope and the promise of a battle hard-won.
🎵 Tone: Heroic, determined, climactic