Full-length view, the entire figure visible from head to feet, standing upright and centered — Mira, a bold young lamplighter of a city above the clouds. She is in her early twenties, slender but wiry and athletic, with warm olive skin, sharp bright amber eyes, a defiant smirk, and tousled copper-auburn hair cropped short with longer strands at the front, a single soot smudge on one cheek. She wears a fitted deep-teal coat with rolled sleeves and star-brass buttons, a sash of worn leather holding glass vials, fingerless gloves, patched indigo trousers, and scuffed lace-up ankle boots. A long star-lighting pole with a tiny glowing ember tips her hand. She stands proud on a railed stone balcony amid lantern-posts, soft starlight and golden warmth around her, cold mist curling below.
