Vela's light: She is made of light, and her body is the lamp rather than a person standing in a lamp's beam. Her skin is drawn as one flat area of pale white gold at a single even brightness all over her, like the paper of a lit lantern seen up close: her arms, her legs, her face and her throat are all the same brightness, and every part of her is brighter than the brightest surface anywhere else in the picture. Her outline bleeds a soft halo into the air, and the light she gives off lands on everything near her, the road under her feet, the walls beside her, and the faces around her, lighting them from below and from the side. Vela's clothes: She wears a sleeveless top and short shorts made of the same light she is. Both garments read as clear glass full of glowing white light, their hems and seams drawn as brighter lines, and the light inside them is so strong that the shapes underneath are a flat white glare with no detail in them at all. Both garments are fully drawn and completely cover her chest, her hips and her thighs. Vela's build: She is an adult woman of realistic adult proportions, the whole figure about seven and a half heads tall, small head on narrow shoulders, long legs, a runner's build. A painterly anime illustration in a soft cel-shaded semi-realistic register, drawn as comic book art in bold black ink outlines with flat colour fills and hard edged cel shadows, high contrast, drawn rather than photographed. Night palette of black, sodium orange and cold blue, with white gold light as the only bright colour. A narrow city street at three in the morning, closed roller shutters on both sides, wet black asphalt, a kerb strewn with flattened cardboard and one tipped bin. Sodium street lamps stand dead and cold. The far end of the street is flat black. Running straight toward the viewer down the middle of the road is Vela, an adult woman, 22 years old, who is made of light, with luminous white gold skin lit from inside, long hair that is a slow flare of white light lifting and trailing behind her, eyes that are two solid points of white, a blunt nose and heavy straight brows, and a slim athletic build with long legs. She is barefoot. Her mouth is open, breathing hard, her jaw set, her eyes fixed past the viewer at something further down the street. She is the only person in the frame. Her arms are mid-stride, one forward and one back, hands open and empty. Her light throws her own hard shadow nowhere and puts a white gold pool on the wet asphalt under her, bright at her feet and falling off fast to black within a few metres. Gentle depth of field.