Shadow Dragon Rises From Ancient Tome

A heavy leather-bound book lies open on a dark stone table in a gothic alchemy chamber, lit only by flickering candlelight and low, cold mist swirling near the ground. The pages are aged and brittle, holding a graphite sketch of a curled black dragon. The room is silent, colors desaturated and cold. A pale female hand, clad in dark fabric, slowly reaches in. As her fingertip touches the sketch, shadows surge across the page. The drawing ignites with a muted silver glow as the dragon peels off the paper, rising in 3D — wings stretching, smoke trailing from its nostrils, its eyes glowing dim crimson in the fog-heavy, cinematic gloom.