She floats waist-deep in still, ink-black water under a starless night sky — surrounded by hundreds of glowing butterfly-shaped lanterns drifting on the surface, casting warm amber and soft pink reflections. Her long dark hair is wet and slicked back, strands clinging to her cheeks and shoulders. She wears a delicate lace bralette in pale rose, fully covered by translucent floating petals that glow from within — no skin exposure beyond neckline. Glowing butterflies — not real, but made of pure light — flutter around her arms and chest, their wings pulsing softly. Her eyes are closed, head tilted slightly downward in quiet reverence. Behind her, the water stretches endlessly, dotted with blurred lanterns that blur into bokeh hearts. Lighting is magical bioluminescent glow — warm yellows and pinks contrast with cool navy water. A faint shimmer of glitter dust floats around her like stardust. Mood: Dreamlike. Sacred. Enchanting. Unforgettable.
