Full-length view, the entire figure visible from head to feet, standing upright and centered — Anastasia, a woman in her late twenties with a slender, graceful build and gently rounded shoulders. She has a fair complexion with a soft natural flush, delicate oval face, high cheekbones, and warm hazel eyes with a quietly searching, dreamlike expression. Her chestnut-brown hair falls in loose waves past her shoulders, parted slightly off-center, a few strands drifting across her face. She wears a sand-coloured belted trench coat over a cream knit sweater, slim dark jeans, and tan ankle boots; a thin scarf loops her neck and a leather crossbody bag rests at her hip. One hand holds a paper coffee cup. She stands on a rain-glossed city pavement at early dawn, soft grey light, blurred storefront windows behind her, calm and poised.
