Aurora wears a grey sweater and black leotard as she twirls through a whirlwind, her blonde hair a tangled mess of static charges as she feels the wind effects coursing through her veins. It's as if she's spinning into a tornado, a human vortex that defies the laws of physics and enters a state of blur. Yet, amidst the chaos, she poses elegantly, her head cocked to one side, a smile spreading across her face as she sips from an invisible cup. We see a fleeting portrait of beauty and turmoil, time standing still for a solitary figure dancing in the eye of the hurricane. Then, in an instant, she's gone, leaving behind only a high-leg silhouette against the backdrop of swirling winds, a ghostly reminder that, even in the grip of a whirl, there's always room for a superhero's grace.