MiniMax H3 Max API

An aging warrior-monk in scorched ceremonial armor, a split ceramic mask and a humming prayer-band on his forearm + 0–4s: climbs silently along a cliffside terrace as insect-like surveyor drones comb the sun-bleached ruins, standing alone under as the camera rises over the ruined monastery. Sun-blasted post-apocalyptic sci-fi action, dust, heat haze, practical debris, sweeping crane tracking, silence broken only by wind.

Create a 5-second horizontal 16:9 cinematic short film. Keep the woman highly consistent: young woman with dark wavy hair and bangs, black shirt, calm but tense expression, sitting alone in the back seat of a car. Keep the rainy car window, red and cyan neon reflections, dark interior, realistic city night atmosphere, shallow depth of field, and intimate film-noir mood. Story conflict: she is not simply riding in a car. She has just made a decision that will betray someone she once trusted. Outside, someone is following her through the rain. She must choose whether to keep going or disappear before the car reaches the meeting point. 0-1s: Rain slides slowly down the car window. She sits still in the back seat, looking through the glass. Red neon light washes across her face like a warning. 1-2s: A phone on her lap vibrates and lights up, but the screen shows no readable text. She glances down, does not answer, and quietly tightens her hand around it. 2-3s: A bright pair of headlights appears behind the car, reflected in the wet window. Her eyes shift toward the reflection. She realizes the same car is still following. 3-4s: She stays calm. No panic. She turns the phone face down on the seat, then reaches into her coat and touches an old photograph or small envelope, as if saying goodbye to her old life. 4-5s: She looks toward the driver without raising her voice. Her lips barely move, silently implying: "Don't stop." Red light flashes across the window. End on her close-up through the rain-covered glass - no tears, no fear, only a cold final decision. Style: realistic cinematic thriller, urban rainy night, neon reflections, film noir mood, restrained acting, subtle emotional tension, natural face movement, real skin texture, wet glass detail, low-light cinematography, soft film grain, shallow depth of field, intimate close-up, high-end independent crime film opening. Avoid: exaggerated car chase, explosions, guns, fighting, crying, screaming, fake acting, overdramatic gestures, plastic skin, AI-looking face, changing identity, changing outfit, random text, subtitles, watermark, logo, distorted face, chaotic camera movement.

BLACK MIRROR TIDEFLATS / THE COLLAPSING SEA-CATHEDRAL Style: 8K cinematic. Photorealistic — no 3D render, no game engine, no game-cutscene aesthetic. Cinematography: naturalistic master cinematography. Lighting: high-contrast dramatic light. Cold storm-blue dusk across the flats vs. blinding sodium-orange furnace glow pouring from the toppling structure. The wet mirror surface doubles every light source into a second inverted world. Color: 60:30:10 — dominant gunmetal blue and wet slate (the tideflats and sky) / secondary sodium amber and rust-red (burning floodlights, corroded steel) / accent magnesium white and cobalt blue (the failing reactor core and its arc-flashes). Camera: physical cine lens. 180° shutter motion blur. Continuous handheld operator shake, motivated by the ground concussions rolling through the shallow water. Physics: gravity and inertia respected. Steel trusses buckle and fold under their own mass; spray, ash and salt mist obey atmospheric drag. SUBJECTS: @pilot: a lone figure in a salt-crusted pressure suit crewing a skeletal wind-skiff — a low wheeled land-yacht with a torn carbon sail — hunched at the tiller, cracked gold-tinted visor reflecting the falling structure, throwing twin walls of white spray from its outriggers. @cathedral: a colossal derelict sea-rig, a kilometre of rusted iron lattice and floodlight towers, listing and buckling as it collapses into the shallows, shedding burning platform decks and cobalt arc-flash from its ruptured core. LOCATION: an endless tidal flat of black volcanic glass under two inches of standing water — a perfect mirror to the horizon — broken by rotting mooring pylons and drifting curtains of salt mist, the skyline dominated by the burning collapse. ACTION — ONE CONTINUOUS TAKE, single unbroken handheld tracking shot, NO cuts, 15 seconds. 0:00–0:05 Medium-Wide on @pilot: camera tracks alongside the skiff as it carves between rotting pylons that burst into splinters and spray behind the wheels; the horizon tears open as @cathedral enters frame, leaning, trailing burning deck plates. 0:05–0:10 continuous zoom-in / tilt up: camera glides past the skiff and tilts up through the pylons onto the collapse; a core vessel detonates, the shockwave ripping the standing water into a flat sheet and bending the flare into a horizontal streak across frame. 0:10–0:15 Extreme Close-Up on @cathedral: telephoto-compressed view of the disintegrating rig against the sky, steel plate peeling and glowing white-hot, raining burning debris down toward the camera. CONSTRAINTS: 16:9 anamorphic widescreen. ONE CONTINUOUS SHOT — absolutely NO hard cuts. Telephoto compression during the zoom. No slow-motion. Photoreal throughout. AUDIO (NO MUSIC): deep structural groan of failing steel, the hiss and slap of water under the hull, tearing-metal screech from above, the rigging-hum and canvas crack of the skiff at speed, wind roar across open flats.

He explodes upward out of the black. Both arms drive toward the falling apple, body twisting, white linen sleeves snapping taut then bunching as his shoulders roll. The apple tumbles fast, end over end, its stem whipping. He mistimes it — the fruit glances off his fingertips and spins away; he lunges after it, throwing his weight sideways, hair swinging across his face, eyes flashing wide. He catches it hard against his palm, the impact shoving his arm back and down, linen collapsing in loose folds. He pulls it in against his chest, breathing hard, and breaks into a grin as he looks straight into the lens. The candlelight jumps with every movement, flaring across his forearms and guttering into darkness behind him.

Create a 5-second live-action Hollywood film shot in a bright university library. A thoughtful professor stands in a medium shot, turns slightly toward an unseen student, and calmly says, “What is the real?” Natural daylight, professional cinema camera, realistic performance, subtle camera drift, no close-up, no dark lighting, perfect lip sync.

Exactly 5 seconds. Inside a bright sterile laboratory, a cryogenic chamber opens and cold vapor spills across the floor. A confused man slowly sits up. A scientist steps forward and says, “Welcome back.” The man asks, “What year is it?” The scientist hesitates as the camera gently pulls backward. Photorealistic Hollywood science-fiction drama, soft white daylight, realistic vapor, restrained acting, accurate lip sync, no extreme close-up.