White Dragon and Woman in Snowy Winter Backlight

Her eyes, framed by thick lashes and brows shaped by the wind, gleam with calm determination, and her slightly parted lips shimmer with a hint of moisture from the cold air. Fine snow particles swirl around her, sparkling in the warm backlight like tiny stars. The camera, positioned slightly below eye level, emphasizes her quiet strength and mystique. Behind her—massive and half-shrouded in shallow depth—looms a white dragon. Its body is covered in thick, overlapping scales like cracked porcelain, matte in some areas and faintly iridescent in others. Along its spine and wings, the white gives way to charcoal-gray ridges and darker, mineral-like plates, as if its back had been forged from obsidian veins beneath glacier ice. The contrast gives the creature an ancient, elemental look. Its wings are folded close, massive and leathery, with a thin membrane that glows faintly where the sun filters through. Steam rises gently from its nostrils with each breath, curling upward and catching the light. Its head, regal and angular, carries scars of age and battle—faint grooves and rough textures etched across its jaw and brow. Its eyes are deep-set and amber-gold, with vertical pupils that glint with intelligence, locked on the woman not in aggression, but in quiet recognition. Snow clings to its horns and the edges of its wings, melting slowly from the creature’s warm body. ajnatubli