Vidu Q2

Single continuous shot in a sci-fi hangar with glossy floors and strong backlight haze. Keep a parked spaceship on the left, a glowing door panel on the right wall, and a metal crate centered in the foreground. A female lead runs from the background toward the crate and pivots around it without touching it. A small drone swoops in from the right and scans her with a sweeping light beam as it passes overhead. She slides behind the crate for cover, then pops out and slaps the glowing door panel once. The door panel flashes brighter and she holds in a ready stance facing it. The crate must never move and the spaceship must remain stationary. No cuts.

Macro shot: a tattoo artist's gloved hands at work, needle buzzing against skin, other hand stretching the canvas taut. Ink, blood, precision. Five fingers per hand, always.

A pianist's hands playing Chopin—arched wrists, curved fingers, striking keys with controlled force. We see both hands in frame, moving independently.

A punk rock drummer absolutely destroys a kit, sticks blurring, head thrashing. Freeze for a moment on her mid-scream face, then resume chaos.

Cinematic slow-motion of a boxer throwing a punch at a heavy bag. Muscles contract in shoulders and arms, sweat flies, face shows exertion.

A woman practices yoga at sunrise on a cliff overlooking the ocean, flowing from warrior pose into a deep lunge. Wind catches her hair.

Olympic swimmer jumps into a pool and swims a full lap and emerges from the water on the other side of the pool

Female javelin throwing athlete runs with a javelin and tosses it into the air.

Close-up: a match strikes, flares to life, lights a candle. The match head, the flame birth, the wick catching. Material accuracy across wood, phosphorus, wax, fire.