Sword duel ending in a butterfly transformation, cinematic prompt

WHEN SHE BECOMES THE BUTTERFLIES. 30 Seconds, 16:9. ENVIRONMENT LOCK: Open grassy hilltop at golden hour transitioning into deep indigo twilight. Rolling yellow-green grass, strong wind, no buildings or other characters. PART 1, THE CONFRONTATION (0:00-0:15) Both warriors stand fifteen meters apart. Low-angle 85mm. She adopts a genuine combat stance while he raises his water sword. Butterflies and water slowly gather. He lunges first with a horizontal slash. She sidesteps, parries, immediately counters with a fast slash. Sparks, water and butterflies explode at blade contact. She launches an aggressive three-hit sword combination. He blocks while retreating before creating a towering water column. She vaults over it using the momentum. Mid-air duel. Five rapid sword clashes. Butterflies and water collide with every strike. She flips away after kicking off his blade. She lands into a low slide, attacks his legs, transitions into upward and reverse slashes. He blocks with a curved wall of rushing water. Both charge directly toward each other. She thrusts forward while he delivers an overhead strike. Their weapons lock inches from the camera. Freeze on her blazing green eyes and glowing lightsaber tip. PART 2, THE CLIMAX (0:15-0:30) Begin from the exact frozen last frame of Part 1 with identical camera, pose, lighting, expressions and sword positions before motion resumes. Their blades collide violently. Close-quarters sword lock. She twists free and launches a rapid counterattack while water and butterflies burst across the frame. Fast sword exchange. She unleashes a relentless five-hit combination. He blocks and counters using rotating water currents. Every strike has realistic weight and purpose. She performs her strongest attack, creating an enormous storm of iridescent butterflies that completely engulfs the battlefield. He disappears inside the butterfly cloud. Bird's-eye view. Butterfly vortex surrounds her. He calmly finds an opening and lands one perfectly timed thrust through the vortex. Silence. She smiles peacefully. The wound glows. Her body gently dissolves from the feet upward into thousands of real iridescent butterflies. Her lightsaber transforms into butterflies. Her smiling face disappears last as soft laughter echoes across the hill. The Water Duelist stands alone beneath the indigo sky. His sword lowers. One butterfly lands on his fingertip. He smiles gently. The camera cranes upward as thousands of butterflies drift into the sky. Fade to black.