AI artwork
Generar nueva obra de arteGenerar gratisGenerar gratis

userart5294kuma

Ver más

Comentarios

character: tsukimura_temari character: tsukimura_temari, a quiet aftermath visual novel event CG: first-person view of the viewer lying on their back in tall silver-green grass of an unknown alien wilderness, moments after falling from the sky. Just beyond, Tsukimura Temari lies collapsed on her side in the grass, beginning to stir — long silver-blue hair fanned across the swaying blades, red eyes still closed, black-framed glasses askew on her face, her cream cardigan and white apron dusty and grass-stained from the fall. Where they landed, a faint scorched circle in the grass still glimmers with the last fading violet sparks of the magic circle's residue. Above them stretches an enormous pre-dawn sky: unfamiliar constellations, two pale moons, one ringed, a thin band of aurora, and the very first warm light of an alien sunrise coloring the horizon behind distant jagged mountains. Foreground grass blades soft and out of focus close to the viewer's eyes, shallow depth of field drawing focus to Temari's sleeping face, gentle wind moving through the field. Cinematic wide landscape composition, huge sky filling most of the frame, soft volumetric dawn light, tranquil and wondrous atmosphere of a new world's first morning, high-quality visual novel CG.
Mostrar parámetros
Modo
flash
Tamaño
2048 x 1152

Modelo y LoRA utilizados

Imágenes similares

Mostrar más
AI artwork
u5
character: tsukimura_temari character: tsukimura_temari, the quiet aftermath visual novel event CG: on the rocky outcrop above the silent battlefield, Tsukimura Temari collapses to her knees the instant the spell ends, spent magic draining out of her. She kneels with her palms braced on the rock, head hanging low, long silver-blue hair spilling forward and pooling on the stone, black-framed glasses slipped slightly down her nose, red eyes half-closed and glistening with relief tears, a small trembling smile and a shaky exhale — the timid girl who just saved herself. Her grass-stained cream cardigan and loosened white apron hang limp, shoulders heaving. Around her the last traces of magic fade: dying violet-cyan embers and dissolving rune glyphs drift upward like fireflies, light particles falling softly like snow. The scorched luminous trench still smokes faintly across the plain below, scattered and fleeing goblin silhouettes tiny in the far distance. The warm orange dawn returns, flooding back over the land, gentle golden rim light mixing with the last cool violet glow, drifting dust and thin morning mist. Wide cinematic composition, medium shot slightly above her kneeling figure, shallow depth of field on her exhausted smile, hushed post-battle stillness, warm and tender visual novel event CG, catharsis after overwhelming power.
userart5294kuma

Usuarios recomendados

Podría gustarte