Sci-fi, реализм, ночь

Промпт

10 seconds, cinematic, ultra-realistic, photorealistic, colossal scale, no text, no logos. The black sphere pulses. The frozen city suddenly moves again. On a rooftop far below, a young woman in a dark futuristic raincoat stands completely still, drenched by the rain. She looks upward as the sphere begins opening like a gigantic black eye. Her hair and coat whip violently in the gravitational wind. She slowly raises one hand toward the sphere. Inside it, the tiny city begins moving backward through time—cars reverse, rain rises, broken buildings reconstruct themselves. The woman watches in disbelief as her own reflection appears inside the sphere. The reflection moves independently. The real woman lowers her hand. The reflection doesn't. It suddenly turns toward her and points behind her. She turns around. Every skyscraper in the city is now facing her, windows illuminating one by one in a massive wave.  The gravitational force suddenly intensifies. She is pulled across the rooftop toward the sphere, sliding through the rain. She grabs a massive steel structure, barely holding on as buildings around her stretch toward the black sphere.  Extreme close-up of her eyes. Inside her pupil, the entire futuristic city is reflected. Then the reflection reveals something impossible: another version of the woman standing directly behind her. A deep pulse. 

HARD CUT TO BLACK. Sound: violent rain → deep gravitational rumble → metallic tearing → sudden silence → one sharp breath → enormous sub-bass pulse. Character: realistic young woman, dark futuristic raincoat, wet hair, natural facial features, cinematic lighting, determined but frightened expression. Keep her visually consistent throughout the sequence