Beneath the silver- threaded shimmer of her emerald ivy- adorned gown, Lilly stands regally poised upon a moonlit hill, her long hair cascading like midnight silk as she gazes out over the tranquil landscape below, casting an enchanting silhouette against the backdrop of a towering oak tree, its gnarled branches reaching towards the heavens in silent tribute to the celestial beauty that mirrors the constellations twinkling above her