Sci-Fi Hospital Rooftop Rescue Seedance 2.0 Prompt

100% photorealistic cinematic realism. IMAX camera. \nCold clinical precision — perfectly stabilized, zero \nshake. Surgical blue and steel white color grade. \nHard fluorescent shadows.\n\nModern hospital rooftop helipad. Late evening. City \nskyline in all directions. Fires on the horizon three \nblocks away. Distant sirens. A woman in her late \nthirties — chief trauma surgeon — stands at the \nrooftop edge in full blue scrubs, stethoscope around \nher neck, dried blood on her sleeve. Exhausted but \ncompletely still. She's already watching it.\n\nA 25-story translucent biological creature moves \nthrough the city streets below — pale white body, \nbioluminescent blue veins pulsing like a heartbeat \nbeneath its skin, featureless face. It dismantles \nbuildings like it's studying them. It turns its \nface upward. Toward the hospital. Toward her.\n\nShe removes her surgical cap. Peels off her latex \ngloves one by one. Drops them — wind takes them \noff the edge. Sets her stethoscope on the ledge. \nCloses her eyes. The entire hospital electrical \nsystem surges below her.\n\nCold white-blue light bleeds upward through the \nrooftop and flows into her — scrubs dissolve, \nreplaced by sleek bio-mechanical surgical steel \narmor with bioluminescent blue vein patterns \nacross every plate, mirroring the creature exactly. \nPrecision instrument tips extend from her gauntlet \nfingers. Faceplate assembles last — visor glowing \ncold clinical blue. She steps off the rooftop \nwithout hesitation and descends controlled, \nblue trail rising above her.\n\nShe meets the creature at street level. Lands in \na crouch. Looks up at its featureless face. Their \nbioluminescent veins pulse in the same rhythm \nonce. She stands. Drives both gauntleted hands \ninto its chest — not to destroy, to operate. \nShe finds the core. Pulls it free. Compresses \nit between both palms. Cold white implosion. \nThe creature goes dark vein by vein from the \nchest outward. Ceases. Dissolves upward \ninto evening air like breath in winter.\n\nShe stands alone in the empty street. Armor \nfades. Scrubs back. Stethoscope around her \nneck again. She looks at her hands — clean. \nWalks back through the hospital doors. \nPauses. Looks back once at the empty street. \nThen: \"Get me back to OR 3. I have a patient.\"\n\nOne continuous take. No cuts. No score. \nOnly wind, hospital hum, and city silence \nreturning. She didn't fight it. She diagnosed it.