An old master in a Hong Kong tenement paints his sword red and calls out: "Round sky, square earth, the law in 9 chapters. Supreme true fire, rise!"

An old master in a Hong Kong tenement paints his sword red and calls out: "Round sky, square earth, the law in 9 chapters. Supreme true fire, rise!" The bride at the end of his corridor freezes solid. From under the veil: "You dare block my wedding road with borrowed mortal fire?" Then the ice cracks. His last words, upside down in red thread: "Not a monster. She is the rule." The lines are spoken in Cantonese. This is Seedance 2.5 on @higgsfield , and the prompt is below. Prompt: Photoreal live-action Hong Kong supernatural horror, the 1980s Taoist-master-versus-ghost genre, 35mm anamorphic, fine grain, haze. Dark low-key lighting: most of every frame is deep teal shadow; the only strong light is candles, fire and magic. No subtitles, no writing anywhere in frame. PLACE Night, an old Hong Kong tenement. A small altar room with bare, peeling grey-teal plaster walls. A black altar table holds a bronze incense burner with burning incense sticks, red candles and blank yellow paper charms. Opposite it, a narrow corridor ends at a closed dark door. CHARACTERS The master: Chinese, about 70, long loose grey-white hair, white beard, thin round wire glasses, faded indigo robe. He stan