A woman walking slowly down ancient black stone stairs in a temple lit only by smoke and glowing cracks in the floor. Her entire body emits light from within — not ablaze, but made of flame shaped into female form. The environment remains in grayscale, cracked stone walls, broken statues, ash clouds rising, but she burns in orange-red detail. Her feet melt the steps she touches. Her hair floats like smoke behind her, eyes glowing with molten gold. Her breasts, hips, and shoulders pulse with heat, and ash clings to her thighs as she descends. She is not screaming — she is divine. Cinematic apocalyptic fantasy, glowing body of fire against a desaturated world, ethereal and dangerous beauty.