A waist-up portrait of a young woman with pale skin and dark hair pinned up with loose strands falling along her neck, standing among overgrown plants in a glass rooftop greenhouse at dusk. She wears a powder-blue gown of many layered tulle ruffles, the fabric weightless and slightly crumpled, fine silver glitter worked into the tulle so every fold catches the light in tiny scattered sparks. Behind the fogged glass roof the sky is deep blue twilight, filling the shadows with cold ambient light; strands of warm small bulbs loop between the plants above her, their glow melting into the upper layers of tulle and warming one side of her face while the rest stays cool. Her right hand lifts a section of the skirt, glitter drifting from it like dust; her left hand touches a wet leaf beside her. She looks at the camera with a calm, direct gaze, lips closed, a faint blush high on her cheekbones. The mood is hushed and crystalline.
