00:00–00:02 CONTACT. Slow push toward the vessel through dust-lit golden light. The entity presses a

00:00–00:02 CONTACT. Slow push toward the vessel through dust-lit golden light. The entity presses a half-formed face to the glass, studying her. She reaches out, almost to herself, in a soft British accent: MIRA: "...what are you?" She touches the glass. Cracks bloom instantly; the vessel breaks open, liquid gold pouring outward, catching the sunlight as it moves. 00:02–00:05 RESISTANCE. Handheld, close, controlled. The liquid gold coils around her wrists and throat from the fingertips inward, leaving faint trailing threads of light that dissolve within a second. She staggers back, still speaking through the struggle, not screaming: MIRA: "No— wait—" It climbs her jaw and enters through her eyes and lips; warm gold veins spread visibly beneath her skin. 00:05–00:08 RECOGNITION. Extreme close-up. The metal continues its spread across her face, a remembering, not an invasion. Emerald holds steady in her eyes. Her breathing slows. Quietly, almost surprised at herself: MIRA: "...I know this." 00:08–00:11 EMERGENCE. Wide pull-back, slow orbit. Her hair unfurls into liquid gold, moving like warm honey caught in motion. Fine trailing light-threads follow her and fade behind her. The room's golden light gathers toward her. She lifts barely off the ground. 00:11–00:13 TRANSCENDENCE. Extreme close-up, centered. Full coverage completes a warm, gleaming gold-bronze surface. No blink. One corner of her mouth lifts. Pupils remain emerald. Softly, in the same calm British voice: MIRA: "...finally." 00:13–00:15 STILLNESS. Wide, still shot. Dust hangs gently in the golden light, calmer now than before, as though something has resolved rather than broken. She stands alone, at peace, glowing warmly in the last of the sunlight. Hold. Fade not cut to warm white light, then to black.