Golden Hour Under Gulmohar

Golden-hour portrait under a gulmohar tree in full flame. Using the attached photo, keep her exact facial features and identity, and give her a soft, unforced smile with her gaze drifting just past the lens. The flowering canopy fills only the top edge of the frame — burning vermilion gulmohar blooms, one soft out-of-focus blossom cluster dipping into the upper corner as foreground occlusion. Her garment answers the tree: a relaxed cotton overshirt dip-dyed in an ombre that starts cream at the shoulders and deepens through peach into the exact gulmohar vermilion at the hem, worn over off-white trousers — the tonal echo carried as a dye gradient, not just a match. She stands three-quarter length, both hands easy in her trouser pockets, weight settled on one leg. Light, concretely: low golden sun from front-left keys the left side of her face, the nose shadow falling right, a few soft dapple flecks from the canopy grazing her shoulder; her skin picks up a deep amber-gold cast with low warm catchlights, exposed honestly to open evening sun and no brighter — the reference photo's lighting is discarded outright. Ultra-realistic 8K: pores and fine facial texture in the raking gold, flyaway hairs lit at the crown, the slubbed cotton weave and the dye gradient readable thread by thread; her head sized naturally against her shoulders, head and body in true natural proportion, exactly as a real camera would capture her. A true photograph — fine grain, honest depth of field, nothing synthetic. Color story: gulmohar vermilion, cream, amber gold. Vertical 4:5.