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AI art "リーリヤ×霊属性" featuring #The Idolmaster, #Ghost, #Ruins, #Girl, #Gakuen Idolmaster and #Katsuragi Lilja

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リーリヤ×霊属性

#The Idolmaster #Ghost #Ruins #Girl #Gakuen Idolmaster #Katsuragi Lilja

Published on Oct 27, 2026

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character: katsuragi_lilja, copyright: idolmaster, gakuen_idolmaster 1girl, solo, full body, floating, levitation, looking at viewer, blush, closed mouth, short hair, grey hair, blue eyes, blue ribbon, hair ribbon, ribbon braid, half-up braid, veil, bare shoulders, collarbone, white dress, torn dress, torn clothes, barefoot, toes pointed, night, outdoors, night sky, full moon, moon, sky, abandoned castle, ruined castle, stone walls, arch window, plants, vines, overgrown ivy, moss, stones, pavement, cracked pavement, candlestand, candles, fire, burning, blue fire, hitodama, ghost, magical atmosphere, necromancy, arms outstretched, floating hair, from below, wide shot, dutch angle, cold blue palette, glowing The camera sits low and tilted a few degrees off level, looking up from the cracked stone pavement of an abandoned castle courtyard: one girl hangs in mid-air in the upper-middle of the frame, full body from the soles of her bare feet to the crown of her head inside the shot, nothing cropped. She floats a good meter above the ground, body tilted back a little, spine arched, both arms opened wide and slightly down as though drawing something toward her, fingers loosely spread; her weight has no support at all, so her legs trail, knees soft, one foot crossed slightly in front of the other and both sets of toes pointed down with the arches flexed, the long ends of her blue hair ribbon and the hem of her dress lifting as if underwater. Her grey hair is short, cut around the jaw, gathered into a small half-up braid at the back of her head where the blue ribbon is tied in a bow, the loose ends streaming up and sideways away from her shoulders; the veil is a sheer pale cloth pinned behind that braid, hanging across her back and fluttering upward at one corner. She faces the viewer squarely, chin slightly lowered so she looks out from under her lashes: a light, hot blush across both cheeks, mouth closed and softly set, eyes a clear blue fixed straight on the lens, calm and a little pleased, like someone showing off a trick she has already mastered. Her white dress has slipped off both shoulders, leaving the collarbones and the bare curve of each shoulder completely uncovered, the bodice held up only by the blue ribbon; the fabric is torn — a ragged split down one side of the skirt, a frayed rent at the hem, small holes at the elbow of the sleeve — and the torn edges curl and float. Her feet are bare, nothing on them, the pavement visible beneath her soles. Around her the ghosts answer. Three hitodama — small blue flames with ghostly tails — orbit her at chest height, close to her, tilted along the curve of her open arms; a fourth, larger translucent ghost drifts just behind her left shoulder, a soft misty human-shaped smudge with a pale face, bowing its head toward her outstretched hand and clearly under her command; a fifth trails off to the lower right, small and dim, spiralling in toward her like a leaf in a draft. Their blue fire is the only cold light in the scene: it catches her collarbones from below, runs a blue rim along her jaw and the underside of her braid and the floating veil, and lights the inside of her forearms; where the blue falls on the white dress the fabric turns faintly cyan, and her face stays warm and pale. The abandoned castle encloses the frame: broken Gothic arches and a crumbling curtain wall stand behind her in the middle distance, half swallowed by ivy and thick vines that climb the pillars and spill from the top of the walls, moss furring the stone joints, ferns and night-blooming plants crowding the courtyard's edges and pushing up between the flagstones. Cracked stone pavement covers the ground, scattered with loose rubble and short broken columns; on squat iron candlestands set among the stones, a dozen candles burn with ordinary warm orange flames, wax running down the metal and pooling at the collars, and their amber light pools on the pavement in small rings around each stand. The moon is a full moon high and slightly right of her head, huge and cold-white, ringed by a thin halo; the night sky above is deep indigo fading to near-black at the top of the frame, dusted with stars, and a thin cloud slides across the moon's lower edge. Blue fire and orange candleflame meet on the ground between the stones, one cool and one warm, neither one touching the other. Her shadow is not on the pavement beneath her — the candlelight throws it far off to one side, small and stretched, because she is floating and the flames are low. Magic reads in the small physics: the blue hitodama light does not fall on the ground at all, only on her and on the plants nearest her, while the candles light the ground and leave her untouched; her hair and the veil and the torn hem all lift in the same still, upward draft that nothing else in the courtyard feels. Palette: cold indigo night, cold white moon, cyan ghost flame against warm amber candlelight, the white dress the brightest neutral, her grey hair silvered by both lights. Dreamy, hushed, quietly uncanny.

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