The front wraith surges straight toward the

The front wraith surges straight toward the camera immediately, accelerating with a sudden lunge as its veil-like hair whips back and its hollow eyes lock onto the lens, its jaw ripping open wider and wider in a violent stretch as if to swallow the viewer while its arms thrust forward with clawing hands, the other spirits rush in behind it in staggered waves and briefly overlap each other as they close the distance, ocean spray detonates upward and gets shredded into mist by the oncoming force while the waterline heaves and splashes in rapid bursts, camera slowly pulls back to maintain framing as the wraith advances and fills more of the frame, the aurora flares brighter in a rolling pulse and the spectral bodies flicker with harsh strobing translucence, and the motion peaks when the gaping mouth dominates the screen and a blast of icy vapor slams into the lens like a white-out impact before snapping back to clarity.