High atop a mountain shrouded in swirling mists, Anya stands bathed in the ethereal glow of the aurora borealis. Her flowing gown, a masterpiece of midnight blue silk embroidered with constellations, shimmers with an otherworldly light. In her hand, she gracefully holds a celestial umbrella, its canopy a breathtaking tapestry woven with stardust and swirling nebulas. The wind whispers secrets through the mountain peaks, tugging playfully at the edges of her gown and the delicate silver chains that adorn her wrist, each holding a miniature silver moon. Anya gazes up at the celestial spectacle above, a gentle smile playing on her lips as she raises the umbrella, a celestial weaver painting the night sky with her dreams.
High atop a mountain shrouded in swirling mists, Anya stands bathed in the ethereal glow of the aurora borealis. Her flowing gown, a masterpiece of midnight blue silk embroidered with constellations, shimmers with an otherworldly light. In her hand, she gracefully holds a celestial umbrella, its canopy a breathtaking tapestry woven with stardust and swirling nebulas. The wind whispers secrets through the mountain peaks, tugging playfully at the edges of her gown and the delicate silver chains that adorn her wrist, each holding a miniature silver moon. Anya gazes up at the celestial spectacle above, a gentle smile playing on her lips as she raises the umbrella, a celestial weaver painting the night sky with her dreams.