My Ink Writes Itself In Midair

Open on a top-down flat lay of a wooden desk in a candlelit tower, quill pen resting on parchment. 100mm macro lens, shallow depth of field. Flickering warm candlelight, shadows dancing. Hand enters frame, dips quill in black ink that glows faintly. As the hand writes a single word, the ink lifts off the page as liquid light, forming floating runes in the air. Camera racks focus, pulls back to reveal the runes projecting a small holographic scene of a forest battle. Slow 360 orbit around the desk, particles drifting. Style is intimate magical realism with rich textures, cinematic color grade. End on extreme close-up of ink dripping upward defying gravity.