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视觉风格：触感强烈的定格动画/手工木偶电影，厚重的织物纹理，微缩的鹅卵石街道，深黑色调，烟熏琥珀色光线，可见尘埃在强烈的聚光灯下飘浮。略带诡异却充满奇趣。角色：一位脾气暴躁、做事有条不紊的老街...

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视觉风格：触感强烈的定格动画/手工木偶电影，厚重的织物纹理，微缩的鹅卵石街道，深黑色调，烟熏琥珀色光线，可见尘埃在强烈的聚光灯下飘浮。略带诡异却充满奇趣。角色：一位脾气暴躁、做事有条不紊的老街清洁工，他把所有事情都当作自己清洁工作的一部分。 0:00–0:02.5 — 孤独的班次 远景。午夜时分。老人在一盏巨大的琥珀色路灯下，慢慢清扫着一条空无一人的鹅卵石小巷。刷刷……刷刷……刷刷……别无动静。 0:02.5–0:05 — 有什么扫不掉 特写于扫帚。他将一小堆灰尘向前推——但一个黑色的小人形影子却牢牢粘在地面上。 他又扫了一遍。 它一动不动。 0:05–0:07.5 — 职业性的烦躁 中景。清洁工停下来，眯着眼低头看着影子，然后猛地卷起一只袖子。 他嘟囔道：清洁工："真顽固。" 0:07.5–0:10 — 他开...

原始 Prompt

Visual style: tactile stop-motion / handmade puppet film, heavy fabric textures, miniature cobblestone streets, deep blacks, smoky amber light, visible dust floating through strong spotlights. Slightly uncanny but whimsical. Character: a grumpy, methodical old street sweeper who treats absolutely everything as part of his cleaning job.

0:00–0:02.5 — THE LONELY SHIFT Wide shot. Midnight. The old man slowly sweeps an empty cobblestone alley beneath a single enormous amber streetlamp. SCRRRT… SCRRRT… SCRRRT… Nothing else moves.

0:02.5–0:05 — SOMETHING WON’T SWEEP Close-up on the broom. He pushes a pile of dust forward—but a small black human-shaped shadow remains stuck to the pavement.

He sweeps over it again.

It doesn’t move.

0:05–0:07.5 — PROFESSIONAL ANNOYANCE Medium shot. The sweeper stops, squints down at the shadow, then aggressively rolls up one sleeve.

He mutters: SWEEPER: “Stubborn.”

0:07.5–0:10 — HE SCRUBS IT Low-angle close-up. He attacks the shadow with the broom like he’s scrubbing a terrible stain.

The shadow suddenly grabs the broom bristles with two flat black hands.

The sweeper freezes.

0:10–0:12.5 — TUG-OF-WAR Side view. The old man yanks backward.

The two-dimensional shadow stretches several feet across the cobblestones, refusing to release the broom.

Both pull harder.

0:12.5–0:15 — SNAP! The shadow abruptly lets go.

The sweeper flies backward into a stack of tiny metal garbage bins.

CLANG-CLANG-CLANG.

Only his hat remains visible above them.

0:15–0:17.5 — ESCAPE The shadow scurries across the pavement on all fours like a cockroach.

The sweeper bursts from the bins, grabs his broom and charges after it with surprisingly fast little steps.

0:17.5–0:20 — INTO THE LIGHT Overhead shot. The shadow races toward the bright circle beneath the streetlamp.

The moment it enters the light—

it vanishes.

The sweeper skids to a stop.

0:20–0:22.5 — WHERE DID IT GO? Close-up. He cautiously pokes the empty pavement with his broom.

Nothing.

He looks left.

Looks right.

Slowly relaxes.

0:22.5–0:25 — SOMETHING BEHIND HIM Camera remains fixed.

Behind the sweeper, projected enormously onto the wall, his own shadow quietly raises one arm.

The real sweeper does not.

Then the shadow waves at the camera.

0:25–0:27.5 — REALIZATION The sweeper notices the waving silhouette.

He slowly turns toward the wall.

His enormous shadow instantly freezes in an innocent pose.

Long stare.

0:27.5–0:30 — PUNCHLINE Without breaking eye contact, the exhausted sweeper reaches into his coat and pulls out a tiny handwritten sign:

“CLEAN IT YOURSELF.”

He drops the broom.

Walks away.

Behind him, his shadow sighs dramatically, picks up the broom—

—and starts sweeping.