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Enchanted Lady with a Rose
I've always been captivated by the mysterious beauty of this character, with her striking green eyes and flowing black hair. The tranquil garden setting and her gentle gaze make me feel like I've stepped into a fairytale. I can't wait to create more art featuring her elegant presence—please like, follow, and share your thoughts in the comments! Stay tuned for future works!
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- Original Prompt
- Female, french medieval nobel, castle garden, picking up a dried rose, white dress, green eyes, black hair, 25 years old, 8k, masterpiece, raytracing
- Mode
- pro
- Style
- Pencil Sketch
- Size
- 768 x 1280
- Negative
- nsfw, lowres, bad anatomy, bad hands, text, error, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits, cropped, worst quality, low quality, normal quality, jpeg artifacts, signature, watermark, username, blurry, earrings, piercings
Style: Pencil Sketch
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『闇夜の嘆き・失われた赤薔薇の庭』
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1girl, solo, astonishingly beautiful, young woman, european classical, late victorian, early 20th century, very long hair, black hair, curly hair, voluminous curls, purple eyes, fair skin, porcelain skin, large breasts, cleavage, crinoline, hoop skirt, lolita dress, ornate gown, victorian dress, lace trim, ruffles, ribbons, sitting, reading, holding book, open book, hardcover book, looking at book, lowered gaze, slight smile, castle garden, rose garden, blooming roses, flower bushes, stone balustrade, carved stone bench, dappled sunlight, afternoon light, from above, high angle, elegant
Seen from a slightly elevated three-quarter view looking down, an astonishingly beautiful young maiden sits poised on an intricately carved classical stone bench nestled deep within an opulent castle rose garden. Her hands, adorned with delicate lace trim at the wrists, cradle a gilded leather-bound book that rests open across the wide crest of her lap, her right index finger lightly tracing the margins of the printed page. Her head is tilted gracefully downward, her luminous violet-purple eyes fixed in quiet concentration upon the text beneath her lowered, dark-lashed gaze. Her fair, immaculate porcelain face holds a serene and gentle half-smile. Her extraordinarily long raven-black hair cascades around her in deep, lustrous corkscrew curls, pouring over her shoulders and framing a snugly fitted, corseted bodice that accentuates her large, rounded bust before trailing across the fabric of the bench. She wears an exquisite late-Victorian lolita crinoline gown; the massive, perfectly structured bell of the skirt splays outward in lavish cascades of pleated satin, scalloped hem ruffles, and tiered antique lace flounces that brush the moss-tinged flagstones. In the background, heavy briers of blooming crimson, blush, and ivory heirloom roses climb over weathered stone balustrades and marble urns, framed against the distant sunlit spires of an aristocratic castle. Dappled afternoon sunlight filters through the rose leaves, casting intricate, shifting patterns of light and shadow across her pale collarbone and the folds of her dress, while a single loose rose petal has fallen onto the open parchment page, resting motionless against the paper. Aristocratic elegance.
Kathy
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