Location: Ruined temple, shifting into a cosmic realm Mood: Awe-inspiring, divine, and surreal Frame 8: The Glow of Power A golden shimmer pulses through the darkness. The girl, once frail and broken, now stands bathed in an unearthly glow. The wounds across her body burn with divine light, veins igniting as if molten gold is coursing through them. Tiny motes of light rise from her torn flesh, drifting upward, crackling like celestial embers. The pain that once defined her? It is gone. On-screen text: "Pain no longer defines her; power does." The temple itself seems to respond, the very air thickening, charged with a force older than time itself. Frame 9: The Rapist’s Confusion The arrogance in the Rapist’s eyes falters. He takes a step back, his smirk flickering into a hesitant grimace. His gaze locks onto the girl’s glowing body, his breath hitching as the golden energy spreads. This should not be happening. His fingers twitch at his sides, his mind struggling to comprehend what he is seeing. RAPIST (Hindi, stammering): "ये क्या तमाशा है... तेरे ज़ख़्म जल क्यों रहे हैं?" ("What is this trickery... Why are your wounds burning?") But the girl does not answer. Because she is no longer listening. Frame 10: The Temple Trembles A low, guttural rumble shakes the foundation of the temple. The torches snuff out—one by one—plunging the room into a surreal dance of shadows and golden radiance. Suddenly, dust explodes from the ceiling, cascading down in thick clouds. The cracked stone pillars groan, the ancient structure trembling as though something deep within is awakening. Loose stones begin rising into the air, hovering as if caught in a gravitational pull beyond mortal understanding. The fabric of reality distorts—the temple’s walls stretching and twisting as if being pulled into another dimension. The world is breaking apart. Frame 11: The Eyes of the Divine The girl’s gaze lifts, her pupils vanishing into a blazing golden abyss. Her body no longer trembles—she is calm, eerily still, yet power crackles in every fiber of her being. Her voice, when it comes, is no longer just hers. It is layered, resonant, boundless—the voice of something far greater. GIRL (Hindi, otherworldly voice): "ये अग्नि नहीं, चेतावनी है। तूने जिसे निर्बल समझा, वह अब शक्ति में बदल रही है।" ("This is not fire. It is a warning. The one you thought powerless is now becoming strength itself.") The words do not just echo through the temple. They echo through existence itself. Frame 12: The Cosmic Transformation And then—reality shatters. The temple’s walls collapse inward, but instead of stone and rubble, they dissolve into the infinite. The world that once surrounded them ceases to exist. In its place: a vast, cosmic realm. Swirling nebulae, burning with hues of red, purple, and gold, stretch in every direction. Galaxies pulse in rhythm with the girl’s breath, entire star clusters forming and dissipating in the blink of an eye. They are no longer in a place. They are in a force. The Rapist stumbles, his breath shallow. He does not understand where he is anymore. Frame 13: The Rapist Falls He stumbles back, his legs giving out beneath him. His knees hit the invisible ground—but there is no ground, only an endless void of golden light beneath him. His hands claw at nothingness, his chest heaving, his mind screaming for an explanation. What was once a mere girl is now something beyond human comprehension. And for the first time, the Rapist feels something he has never known before. Terror.

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