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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 – Wings of the Fallen Angel
Prompt Details
🎬 Scene 1
The interior of an ancient, timber-framed cottage library at the deepest hour of the night. The atmosphere is one of profound stillness and forgotten time, a sanctuary from the world outside. Towering, dark oak bookshelves line every wall, crammed with leather-bound tomes whose gilded spines gleam softly in the warm, flickering glow of a single candle flame. The air is thick with the scent of aged paper, beeswax polish, and the faint, earthy aroma of woodsmoke from a dying fire in a large, stone hearth. Motes of golden dust, impossibly bright and numerous, dance and swirl in a single, concentrated pillar of moonlight that lances through a high, mullioned window, illuminating the centre of the room. Lying within this ethereal spotlight, sprawled delicately on a worn, crimson Turkish rug, is a figure. Her form is almost lost in the shadows, but the moonlight catches the silver-white of her hair, which fans out like a halo. A single, impossibly large, pure white feather drifts slowly, spiralling down through the beam of light to land gently beside her pale, still hand. The entire scene is drenched in a dreamlike, chiaroscuro quality, where the shadows are deep and velvety, and the light feels tangible, almost solid. The silence is not empty but pregnant with a silent, awe-inspiring mystery, as if a star has just fallen into this quiet, forgotten corner of the world, and the universe is holding its breath.
🎵 Tone: Mysterious, awe-filled, gentle
🎬 Scene 2
The scene is now tighter, focused on the hearth. The fire has been gently coaxed back to life, its flames casting a soft, dancing orange glow across the room, creating a sense of warmth and safety that contrasts with the mysterious moonlight. Elara is now sitting up, propped against a large, velvet-covered armchair near the fire. She looks dazed, her ice-blue eyes wide and unfocused as she stares into the flames, her body language radiating a deep sense of displacement and confusion. A thick, woollen blanket is draped over her shoulders, a stark, earthy texture against the fine linen of her dress. Liam kneels a respectful distance from her, not crowding her space. He holds out a steaming ceramic mug with both hands, a simple, grounding offering. The steam curls up from the mug, catching the firelight and momentarily obscuring his gentle, concerned expression. The focus is on this small, human ritual of care being offered to someone utterly otherworldly. The background remains soft and out of focus, the towering bookshelves now just comforting, dark shapes. The atmosphere is fragile and tentative, a quiet moment of attempted connection between two vastly different beings, bridged by a simple act of kindness.
🎵 Tone: Gentle, caring, disoriented
🎬 Scene 3
An extreme close-up of Elara’s face, filling the entire 16:9 frame. The shot is intensely intimate and dreamlike. The primary light source is the flickering flame of a single candle held just out of frame, causing the light to dance and shift across her delicate, pale features. Her skin appears almost like porcelain, flawless and ethereal. Her silver-white lashes are long and cast faint, fluttering shadows on her high cheekbones. The focus is razor-sharp on her right eye, which is a mesmerizing vortex of ice-blue, so clear and luminous it seems to contain its own internal light source. Within the pupil and iris, a universe of forgotten memories is reflected. We see, not as a clear image but as a swirling, abstract impression, the distorted reflections of nebulae, distant stars, and the suggestion of golden, fiery light, all mixed with the simple, warm, wavering reflection of the candle flame. This duality represents her celestial past colliding with her terrestrial present. Her expression is one of profound, heartbreaking confusion and loss, as if she is looking at a reflection of a life she can’t grasp, a name she can’t remember. The shallow depth of field renders her silver hair and the background into a soft, beautiful bokeh, isolating her face and her internal struggle in this hauntingly beautiful moment.
🎵 Tone: Introspective, sorrowful, dreamlike
🎬 Scene 4
A medium close-up shot from the side, focusing on Elara’s back and Liam’s gentle actions. Elara is sitting on a low wooden stool, her back to Liam. The woollen blanket has been set aside, revealing the simple lines of her linen dress. From her right shoulder blade, a phantom limb of light shimmers faintly in the dim, warm light of the cottage. It’s not a solid wing, but a beautiful, tragic remnant—a collection of broken, shimmering light constructs and a few tattered, physical white feathers that seem to float, disconnected, in the air where a magnificent wing should be. The effect is heartbreakingly beautiful, like a shattered stained-glass window. Liam, standing behind her, extends his hand with infinite care. His calloused, mortal fingers, so grounded and real, move with a surgeon’s gentleness towards the ethereal, broken wing. He does not touch it, but hovers his hand just millimetres away, his expression a mixture of profound pity, awe, and reverence. The air between his hand and the broken feathers seems to crackle with a gentle energy. The focus is on this juxtaposition: his solid, earthy hand and her wounded, celestial light. The background is the warm, out-of-focus blur of the cottage interior, reinforcing the sense of a private, sacred moment.
🎵 Tone: Poignant, tender, mournful
🎬 Scene 5
An overhead shot, looking down at a large, ancient book laid open on a rustic wooden table. The book is a medieval illuminated manuscript, its vellum pages yellowed with age and covered in elegant, hand-written calligraphy. The table is cluttered with the tools of Liam’s trade as a book restorer: small pots of pigment, fine brushes, and pieces of leather. The room is filled with the soft, diffuse light of early morning filtering through a window. The focus of the scene is the magnificent illustration on the right-hand page, which depicts a celestial being with enormous, golden wings, soaring through a sky of lapis lazuli blue. The gold leaf of the illustration catches the morning light, gleaming with a divine radiance. Elara’s pale, slender hand enters the frame from the top, her fingers long and delicate. Her hand hovers over the illustration, her fingertips trembling slightly as they trace the outline of the painted wings without physically touching the page. Liam’s larger, warmer hand enters the frame from the side, resting gently on the opposite page, his presence steady and supportive. The shot is a beautiful composition of textures—the cracked vellum, the shimmering gold leaf, the pale, almost translucent skin of Elara, and the grounded, weathered skin of Liam. It’s a moment of connection through a shared reverence for a story, a memory captured in art.
🎵 Tone: Nostalgic, revelatory, gentle
🎬 Scene 6
An abrupt, breathtaking cut to a surreal, dreamlike memory fragment. This is not a physical place but a psychic impression of a memory. The screen is filled with an overwhelming, brilliant, golden-white light. Soaring through this infinite expanse of light are a pair of magnificent, fully formed wings. They are immense, impossibly large, each feather a sliver of solidified sunlight, trailing embers and cosmic dust. The wings beat with a powerful, impossibly slow and graceful motion, not through air, but through swirling clouds of vibrant, colourful nebulae—deep purples, cosmic pinks, and cyan blues. There is no body attached to the wings; they are the entire focus, a symbol of pure, untethered freedom and divine power. The camera moves with them, flying alongside them, creating a dizzying sense of speed, scale, and boundless ecstasy. The visual style is heavily overexposed, with significant lens flare and a soft, ethereal glow blooming from the edges of the wings. The entire scene is a sensory overload of light, colour, and motion, representing the peak of Elara’s former existence—a moment of pure, unadulterated flight through the heavens. It is a stark, powerful contrast to the quiet, confined, earthbound reality of the cottage.
🎵 Tone: Ecstatic, liberating, epic
🎬 Scene 7
An extreme close-up, returning to the present moment in the cottage. The shot focuses on Elara’s cheek and eye, mirroring the composition of Scene 3 but with a profound emotional shift. The soft morning light from the window illuminates her face, catching the moisture in her eye. From the corner of her ice-blue eye, a single tear forms. It wells up, perfect and crystalline, holding the reflection of the window and the golden-illustrated book within its tiny surface. The tear breaks free and traces a slow, silent path down her pale cheek. But this is no ordinary tear; it glows with a soft, warm, internal golden light, the same light from her memory of flight. It is a tear of liquid memory, a physical manifestation of her sorrow and her brief, ecstatic recollection. The camera follows the glowing tear’s journey down her skin. Her expression is no longer one of confusion, but of a deep, soul-shaking grief and acceptance. She has remembered what she was, and therefore what she has lost. The intimacy of the shot makes her silent pain incredibly powerful and moving. The focus is incredibly shallow, blurring everything except the tear and the path it carves on her skin, making this minuscule event feel monumental.
🎵 Tone: Heartbreaking, poignant, cathartic
🎬 Scene 8
A wide shot of the exterior of the cottage at the break of dawn. The world is bathed in the cool, blue, and violet hues of twilight just before sunrise. The cottage is ancient and charming, with a thatched roof and ivy climbing the stone walls, nestled in a lush, overgrown English garden. A thick, ethereal mist clings to the ground, swirling around the bases of old rose bushes and gnarled apple trees, making the garden look like a place outside of time. Elara and Liam stand together near a weathered stone birdbath in the centre of the garden. They are not looking at each other but are standing side-by-side, gazing out towards the horizon where the first hint of golden sunlight is beginning to break through the mist and the dark tree line. The air is visibly cold; their breath mists in front of them. There is a quiet, contemplative stillness to the scene. They have moved from the enclosed, dark interior to the vast, open, and expectant exterior. It feels like a moment of transition, of acceptance. The world is waking up, and they are bearing witness to it together, sharing a silent understanding after the emotional revelation inside.
🎵 Tone: Peaceful, contemplative, hopeful
🎬 Scene 9
An intimate close-up on their hands. The shot is framed tightly, showing only their interlocking fingers against the soft-focus background of the misty garden. Elara’s hand, pale and slender, rests in Liam’s. His hand is larger, warmer in tone, with hints of callouses from his work—the hand of a mortal, a craftsman. He gently, tentatively, closes his fingers around hers. It is not a romantic gesture, but one of profound empathy, solidarity, and comfort. A gesture that says, ‘You are here, and you are not alone.’ Her hand does not grip back tightly, but accepts the connection, her long, pale fingers resting against his. The dawn light catches the dewdrops on a spider’s web in the background, creating tiny, sparkling bokeh highlights. The focus is on the textures of their skin, the contrast between the divine and the mortal, the ethereal and the grounded. This simple, silent physical contact conveys a universe of emotion: his compassion, her acceptance, and the shared understanding that has grown between them in a single night. It is a quiet anchor in a world that has been turned upside down for her, a simple, human connection that grounds her to this new reality.
🎵 Tone: Intimate, compassionate, grounding
🎬 Scene 10
A final, majestic wide shot of the cottage garden as the sun fully breaks over the horizon. The mist is beginning to burn off, replaced by long, dramatic shafts of golden sunlight that pierce through the ancient trees, creating a cathedral-of-light effect. Elara stands alone in the centre of the frame, her back to the camera, facing the glorious sunrise. Liam is no longer visible, giving her this moment for herself. She raises her head, her silver hair catching the golden light like a crown. As she looks up, the last physical remnant of her past—the single, tattered white feather that was on her broken wing—detaches from her shoulder. It doesn’t fall. Instead, it catches the sunlight, glows intensely for a second, and then dissolves into a cascade of tiny, shimmering golden motes of light that drift upwards towards the sun and vanish. A faint, almost invisible shimmer of golden energy surrounds Elara for a moment before fading, leaving her standing, mortal and whole, in the morning sun. Her posture is one of acceptance and peace. The fall is complete, and a new, unknown beginning awaits. The scene is not about restoration, but about a peaceful, poignant acceptance of a new state of being. It’s a quiet farewell to the heavens and a silent hello to the earth.
🎵 Tone: Accepting, peaceful, bittersweet