In the dim, ethereal glow of an enchanted forest, Lilly stands on a moss-covered stone bridge arcing over a moonlit river, her delicate feet encased in silver slippers adorned with pearls, her long, wavy hair flowing like shadows around her as she gazes intently into the distance, her emerald eyes reflecting the soft, magical light of the forest. Clad in a shimmering gown of midnight blue silk and intricate gold embroidery that cascades like stardust from her slender shoulders, she is a vision of regal grace and ethereal beauty, her silhouette framed by the dark, ancient trees behind her, their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal hands to touch the sky.