[ Thunder rumbles distantly.]
XUANLONG (V.O., cold, commanding): "They feared me. Worshipped me. Hated me. I was their god of storm and flame."
[Quick flashes: villages bowing, a dragon shadow streaking across the sky, fire lighting up the clouds.]
XUANLONG (V.O., softer now, like a secret): "Then… a girl touched me."
[Fade in: a quiet mountain hut in the rain. A pale white snake lies bleeding on a woven mat. A gentle hand reaches out—trembling but unafraid.]
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