The camera shoots up from below, passing over the jagged cliff face, then suddenly tilts down to reveal the surging sea below, waves crashing against the black rocks. A woman [Image 1] stands at the edge of the cliff, looking fearlessly into the whirlpool as if challenging it to roll up higher waves. She steps forward without hesitation and leaps off the cliff, arms wide open, falling straight through the howling wind and splashing spray. The camera falls freely with her; as the black rocks and churning sea rapidly approach, her long hair and cloak dance wildly in the air. At this moment, a massive shadow tears through the mist below—a dragon soars into the air, its wings spreading like storm sails, its scales glistening with wet luster in the splashing waves. It dives beneath the woman during her fall, and she lands on its back with practiced grace, fingers clutching the ridges of its neck. The dragon suddenly banks, ascending in a spiral arc past the cliff walls. The camera follows closely, circling tight, then pulls back, finally freezing on a close-up front shot: she rides the beast straight into the sky, wind ruffling her hair, yet her expression is exceptionally calm, eyes burning with unwavering determination, the surging ocean now far below, appearing small and powerless.