Kling 4.0に指示する
ショットリストのように

Sunrise on a rocky mountain ridge, natural color, low warm side light, light mist in the valley below. Shot 1, 0-3 s: ground-level close-up as a trail shoe lands on wet granite and kicks up droplets. Shot 2, 3-7 s: the camera tracks alongside a runner in a red windbreaker climbing the ridge at shoulder height, matching her pace. Shot 3, 7-10 s: wide shot from behind as she reaches the summit and stops, mist rolling below. Hard cuts between shots. Same runner, same red windbreaker in every shot. Audio: shoes crunching on gravel, steady breathing, light wind, no dialogue, no background music, no subtitles.

A small cafe at night, rain streaking the front window, warm tungsten pendant lights, empty tables. 0-4 s: slow push in on a barista in her thirties with a short dark bob and a green apron, wiping down the espresso machine. 4-10 s: she looks up toward the door, smiles, and says in warm, relaxed American English: "Last order of the night. What can I get you?" Audio: rain on the glass, a low espresso machine hiss, her clear close voice, no background music, no subtitles.

One continuous gimbal shot with no cuts, walking pace, through a Victorian glass greenhouse in the morning. 0-3 s: the camera passes through an open iron door into humid air and hanging ferns. 3-7 s: it glides down a brick path between giant lily pads in a central pool, light rays cutting through the condensation. 7-10 s: it rises slowly and settles on a single white orchid in sharp focus, background soft. Audio: dripping water, distant birds, soft footsteps on brick, no music, no subtitles.

A wet alley in Tokyo at night. A pink neon sign on a brick wall reads exactly "OPEN ALL NIGHT" in bold block letters. The camera dollies slowly right past puddles reflecting the sign, and the lettering stays fixed to the wall and fully legible the whole time. A cook in a white cap steps out of a side door and lights a paper lantern. Audio: buzzing neon, rain dripping from gutters, distant traffic, no music, no subtitles.

Two old friends sit facing each other on a night train, city lights streaking past the window. Medium two-shot, steady camera. They take turns, only one person speaks at a time, and each voice is distinct. 0-4 s: the man on the left, sixties, grey beard, says in a low, dry British voice: "You kept the ticket. After all these years." 4-9 s: the woman on the right, sixties, silver curls, laughs softly and answers in a bright American voice: "Of course I did. You still owe me the trip." Audio: rhythmic train wheels, their two voices, no music, no subtitles.

Vertical selfie video. A woman in her late twenties with curly auburn hair holds her phone at arm's length in a bright packing studio, shelves of small amber glass bottles behind her. She holds up one bottle to the lens and says in warm, natural American English at a relaxed pace: "We pack every order by hand. This one is going to Portland." She smiles at the end. Audio: her clear close voice, quiet room tone, no music, no subtitles.

@Image1 is Brian: keep his face, shaved head, toothpick and mustard-yellow racing jacket over a black tee. @Image2 is Pamela: keep her face, dark curly hair and emerald-green jumpsuit. @Image3 is Circe, the German Shepherd: keep her markings. Sunny 1980s seaside boardwalk, 16:9 widescreen, warm saturated film look with light grain. Brian and Pamela walk toward the camera side by side with Circe trotting between them; behind them a giant three-headed blue inflatable dragon looms over the pier and puffs orange smoke. Slow backward tracking shot at chest height. Same faces in every frame. Audio: gulls, boardwalk crowd, no music, no subtitles.