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Elian Thorne, "El Cronista de Vidrio"

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Elian Thorne, also known as "The Glass Chronicler" from Creepypasta, appears as a hauntingly pale young man with nearly translucent skin. His face is gaunt, with deep hollows where his eyes should be—instead, small shards of broken glass float within these voids, endlessly rotating as if alive. His body is covered in thin cracks resembling porcelain on the verge of shattering. He wears a long, tattered ash-gray coat with frayed sleeves, adding to his eerie, disheveled appearance. Strands of his hair are slightly messy, falling over his forehead as he tilts his head slightly with a chilling, knowing smirk. His lips part slightly as if whispering his signature phrase: "Your reflection lies, but your eyes tell the truth." Around him, jagged mirror shards hover menacingly, catching dim light unnaturally. A sharp glass stiletto rests in his grip, its surface glinting dangerously. A thick, inky black liquid—resembling tar—slowly seeps from his cracks instead of blood, dripping silently onto the ground.
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Elian Thorne, "El Cronista de Vidrio" (The Glass Chronicler)_(Creppypasta), Edad: Aparenta 19 años (pero está "detenido" en el tiempo), Elian es un joven de piel extremadamente pálida, casi traslúcida. Viste un abrigo largo de color gris ceniza con las mangas deshilachadas, Lo más aterrador: En lugar de ojos, tiene dos cavidades profundas donde flotan pequeños fragmentos de espejo roto que giran constantemente, El detalle: Su cuerpo tiene grietas finas, como si fuera de porcelana a punto de romperse. De sus heridas no sale sangre roja, sino un líquido negro espeso parecido a la tinta, Arma: Fragmentos de un espejo antiguo que levitan a su alrededor y un estilete de cristal, Frase característica: "Tu reflejo miente, pero tus ojos dicen la verdad.",creepypasta realistic 2
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high quality, year_2025, year_2024, ﹝Prompts﹞
Tamaño
768 x 1280
Pasos de muestreo
25
Método de muestreo
Euler
Escala CFG
4.5
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bad quality, low quality, worst quality, lowres, nsfw, jpeg artifacts, scan artifacts, mosaic, cropped, error, fewer digits, bad reflection, bad composition, bad anatomy, bad hands, bad fingers, missing fingers, extra hands, extra legs, excess fingers, light particles, artist name, text, watermark, username, copyright name

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