From a shoulder-level rear view, a cyber angel girl stands motionless, wings folded, head slightly tilted as she watches the closed elevator doors before her. Her synthetic robes blend flowing digital fabric with armor plating, and her bare feet hover slightly above the floor, emitting a faint levitation glow. The enclosed space glows with soft cyan and amber lighting. Sparks occasionally drift from ceiling panels. Her back exudes poise and readiness—this is a pivotal moment. The camera frames her perfectly symmetrical with the doors. As they begin to open with a hydraulic hiss, golden light pours in, but the world beyond remains hidden, veiled by brightness. Her wings shift subtly in response, as if bracing for revelation.
