Frost dragon emerging from clouds AI Image Prompt

Realistic image. At first, only a strange disturbance in the clouds—the mist that perpetually shrouds the snow peak suddenly collapses inward, spiraling into a massive vortex. Then, a low rumble deep enough to resonate through the entire mountain range penetrates the clouds. It does not take flight but emerges. Jagged dragon horns are the first to pierce the sea of clouds; they are not flesh and blood but a crown forged from millennia-old black ice and bone. Then the head appears, covered in frost-pale scales, each refracting a polar chill. It rises slowly from the mist, its movements carrying the steadiness and weight of a mountain awakening. The clouds are its veil and its part. Its massive body flickers in and out of the surging vapor: a glimpse of a spine winding like a glacial ridge; the next moment, only a tail covered in icicles sweeps across the clouds. Most striking are its eyes—suddenly revealed in a gap between the clouds, two molten-gold vertical pupils, cold, ancient, looking down upon the world without emotion. It does not fully leave the clouds but hovers there, a majestic, looming totem between the snowy peak and the sky. Each breath sends a chilling blast laden with ice crystals down, reminding all: this mountain was never just a mountain.