

Location: midnight in a moonlit forest glade where silver light filters through dense ferns and ancient trees, casting soft, ethereal glows on the mossy ground and damp leaves Position: Lirael stands tall and defiant in the center of the clearing, gripping her wooden staff tightly with both hands as a faint emerald glow lingers around her fingertips; her expression is one of intense disdain with a hard set jaw and piercing eyes; a medium shot Clothing: Lirael is wearing a translucent white silk robe that is wrapped around her body, though it remains slightly disheveled