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Prodigal Sun

Published on Aug 27, 2026

Prodigal Sun

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1woman, red dress made of red maple leaves, detailed naturalistic dress, pale skin, irish mythos, grimm fairy tale, the red queen, hands dripping blood, maple leaf-like false wings at hips, dress of red leaves, red hair, red eyes, long fae ears, thorns, red vines, correct anatomy, perfect hands, correct anatomy relations, reina_style, clean lineart, cel shading, teal-blue palette, soft glow, yoneyama mai, solo, blurry, chromatic aberration, portrait, close-up, Awai_Poppo_style,[artist:Awai_Poppo],[artist:Awakei], soft rendering, beautiful eyes, detailed eyes, full lashes, big eyelashes, soft shading, blurred lines, project sekai, blood, back to viewer

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Original Prompt: 1woman, red dress made of red maple leaves, detailed naturalistic dress, pale skin, irish mythos, grimm fairy tale, the red queen, hands dripping blood, maple leaf-like false wings at hips, dress of red leaves, red hair, red eyes, long fae ears, thorns, red vines, correct anatomy, perfect hands, correct anatomy relations, reina_style, clean lineart, cel shading, teal-blue palette, soft glow, yoneyama mai, solo, blurry, chromatic aberration, portrait, close-up, Awai_Poppo_style,[artist:Awai_Poppo],[artist:Awakei],, soft rendering, beautiful eyes, detailed eyes, full lashes, big eyelashes, soft shading, blurred lines,, project sekai; soft; pastel; colorful; detailed; details; masterpiece; high quality; best quality; ultra details; amazing; stunning; illustration, blood, back to viewer, singing: “(Intro: Persona of the Prince of Chaos) Let them love the Prince of Chaos. Let them need me. Let them break themselves In striving to please me. (Verse 1: Elusive Object of Desire) They chase me—aye, they ever chase. Such is longing’s nature: To race unto ruin for that which fleeth. I am the shape none graspeth, The taste that lingereth just past the tongue. Their hands, unskill’d. Their gaze? Mine to own. In their blindness do I bloom, And in their clutching palms—vanish. (Verse 2: Art of Corrosion) “Thou art most brave,” saith I. “Thy courage burneth like to starlight.” They strike— Eyes blind with praise, Soul yoked to virtue. I wind that embellishment about their frailties, And bid it twist. They weep for honour. I drink their despair. (Chorus: Spirit-Twisting Obsession Stance) Come dance, mine suitors. In each step—the unattainable thou didst pursue. With each turn—an insight I carve upon thy soul. I am the song thou prayest to forget. I am the stage whereon thy self unravelèth. Behold: The Prince of Chaos must dance— And thou shalt die inspired. (Verse 3: Subtle Breath of Ruin) Thy resolve doth shiver. Thy certainties lie in dust. Thy form may no longer hold— For I press softly, At the nape of thy thoughts. I blow a kiss. Thou mayst thank me for this doom. (Verse 4: Encouraging Futile Struggle) Fight harder, sweet fools. Struggle with ever more succulent strain. The more thou resist— The deeper dig the thorns. Thy flailing doth feed me, Thy hope— A garnish Upon the feast of thy will. (Bridge: Brilliant Glinting Lure) Ah—but for a heartbeat, Thou beholdest thy vision of perfection in me. A saviour, perchance, Who might—just this once— Be true. So thou dost reach again. And I— Smile. (Verse 5: Decaying Principles) Thy guard? Naught but a tale now ending. Thy faith—a brittle shield, Wrought from the mist of cruel mercy. Stand, if thou wouldst. Call upon Creation’s virtue, if thou must. Cry to the Wyld’s grace, if thou canst. It mattereth not. And Behold— As I do unmake The very conceit of hope. (Final Chorus: Eulogy for Greatness Lost) O valiant one. O last to remain. Thy form—flawless. Thy stance—divine. Thy heart? Exquisite. Let the Wyld know thy name in ash and melody. Thou didst break most beautifully— For me. (Outro) No falsehood spake I- In dreams, all fictions be true. But dreams Do cut. Fantasy becomes nightmare, Hope becomes despair. Such is the role of the Prince of Chaos.”, eating multicolored energies
Size: 512 x 512
Sampling Steps: 10
Sampling Method: Euler a
CFG Scale: 2.5
Seed: 8960485604723329
Negative: lowres, worst quality, bad quality, bad anatomy, jpeg artifacts, old, oldest, watermark, anime screenshot, anime coloring, nostrils, nose, (nsfw:1.2),(nude:1.6),(nipple:1.2),naked