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AI art "遺跡の調査隊メンバー" featuring #Book, #Boy and #zetaCollab

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遺跡の調査隊メンバー

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PixAI × zeta Original Character Creation Contest 2026 #zetaCollab

#Book #Boy

Published on Oct 23, 2026

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1boy, solo, androgynous young man, delicate facial features, slender build, pale skin, short dark teal hair, fluffy hair, slightly uneven bangs, natural hair texture, golden eyes, amber eyes, thoughtful focused expression, calm intelligent gaze, faintly curious expression, elegant fantasy scholar outfit, layered charcoal gray tunic, muted bronze embroidery, high collar, dark teal sash, fitted sleeves, leather document pouch at waist, antique silver accessories, holding ancient open book, one hand raised, touching floating glowing rune, glowing rune, luminous symbols, floating symbols, golden magical particles, underground archive, ancient stone pillars, weathered carved walls, scattered scrolls, sunlight beams, broken ceiling, dramatic light and shadow, cinematic lighting, intricate fabric details, three-quarter view, waist-up composition, natural relaxed posture, looking to the side, open book, standing, A waist-up three-quarter view from slightly below, the young man turned about forty degrees off the lens so his right shoulder sits nearer the camera and his face is seen in three-quarter, chin tipped down and eyes lifted sideways into the middle distance. He stands with his weight settled on his left leg, hip pushed just enough to make the dark teal sash sit at a slight diagonal, shoulders low and easy in a naturally relaxed posture. Both hands are busy and neither dangles: his right forearm is drawn in across his chest, the ancient open book lying in that palm with its spine in the hollow of his hand and his thumb pressed flat on the left page's inner margin, one page rising slightly in the rising warm air; his left hand is lifted higher and further left, the arm extended so the fingertips hover a hair's breadth from the floating glowing rune and just graze its rim, nails catching a thin gold line along their edge. His brows are level and drawn close in a thoughtful, focused expression, the mouth closed and neutral with the faintest upward bias at one corner carrying the faintly curious expression, and the calm, intelligent gaze rests half-lidded on the rune while the iris rims pick up an amber bounce from it; the pale skin of his cheekbone and knuckles takes a warm rim on the same side. The short dark teal hair is soft and fluffy with real volume at the crown, the slightly uneven bangs falling in three unequal locks across his forehead so one brow is nearly bare and the other half-shaded, a few stray strands lifting away from the temple with the gentle heat draft off the rune, the individual fibers readable rather than a solid mass. The high collar stands up around his neck with one edge curling softer than the other; under it the layered charcoal gray tunic sits in overlapping panels, each fold edged with muted bronze embroidery that glints only where the sunbeam crosses it, and the fitted sleeves crease sharply at the elbow of the raised arm without bagging. The dark teal sash binds the waist and its knot hangs level with the leather document pouch, whose strap bites a shallow line into the tunic and whose flap is worn pale at the fold. Small antique silver pieces — a clasps at the collar, a thin chain across the chest — are tarnished at the crevices and polished bright on the exposed edges, not shining uniformly. The underground archive recedes in layered depth: nearest, the corner of a fallen slab at bottom left cut by the frame; then the ancient stone pillars rising in two ranks, their capitals chevron-carved and softened by centuries; behind them the weathered carved walls, their reliefs only semi-legible because the light rakes across them low and long. Scattered scrolls lie unrolled across a stone shelf and the floor beyond his elbow, one scroll's edge curled up and another's weight pinning it, dust visible in its fibers. Luminous symbols hover in a slow broken ring around him, the nearest only two feet from his face and the rest diminishing in size and clarity with distance, each drawn with a faint inner sheen rather than a flat glow; a drift of golden magical particles catches the light unevenly, dense in the beams, sparse in the shadow. The one real source is a jagged tear in the ceiling far above and behind his left shoulder: warm, low-slung sunlight drops in three distinct shafts, the widest striking the pillar face behind him and the floor between, the narrowest slicing exactly across the floating rune and the bridge of his nose and the top of the book. Where the shafts land they flare the dust and warm the stone to a honeyed gray; everything outside them falls into cool blue-black shadow, and his body casts a hard-edged shadow onto the pillar behind him that is broken by the shaft's edge, dividing him into lit and unlit halves. He himself occludes part of the middle shaft, so the far pillar loses a slice of light shaped like his shoulder. Palette is disciplined: charcoal gray and muted bronze on the body against cool slate blue-green shadow, with the rune, the particles and the sunbeam as the only gold, and the amber eyes answering that gold from within the shadow side of his face. Detail budget goes to the face, the hands and their two contacts — the thumb on the page, the fingertips on the rune's rim — and to the embroidery, with the walls and distant symbols simplified into big shapes and soft edges. Delicate linework, precise eyes, a quiet hush of discovery.

遺跡の調査隊メンバー

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