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 fair, lightly warm skin. She has an oval face with soft high cheekbones, calm grey-green eyes, faint natural freckles, and subtly flushed lips. Her dark chestnut hair falls in loose waves just past her shoulders, a few strands escaping across her forehead. She wears a sand-coloured belted trench coat over a cream knit sweater, slim dark trousers, and clean tan ankle boots, holding a paper cup of coffee in one hand. A soft, pensive half-smile and a distant, dreamlike gaze. She stands in a quiet early-morning city street, pale dawn light, wet pavement reflecting muted amber windows behind her.
