Фэнтези, пейзаж, cinematic

Промпт

the dragon’s head slowly lowers toward her open hand, scales shimmering with soft light as the wind gently lifts her long hair and the hem of her flowing dress, its wings softly unfurling and catching the sunset glow while the ocean waves roll quietly behind them, the dragon’s eyes blink once with warmth and its mouth curves into a slow knowing smile, her fingers almost touching its snout as golden light dances across both of them… pure gentle bond, no big movements.