High atop a mountain shrouded in swirling mists, Anya stands bathed in the ethereal glow of the aurora borealis. Her long, flowing hair, the color of spun moonlight, cascades down her back as she gazes up at the celestial spectacle above. Her flowing gown, a masterpiece of midnight blue silk embroidered with constellations, shimmers with an otherworldly light. In her hand, she raises a magnificent 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's eyes, the color of stardust, sparkle with wonder as she breathes life into the night sky with her celestial creations.