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AI artwork featuring #lágrimas, #Pétalos, #pelo blanco, #cabello sobre un ojo, #Alas and #Ángel

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lágrimas, Pétalos

#lágrimas #Pétalos #pelo blanco #cabello sobre un ojo #Alas #Ángel

Publicado: Nov 2, 2026

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1boy, solo, beautiful boy, shota, about 10 years old, child, white hair, bob cut, shoulder-length hair, bangs covering right eye, hair over one eye, pale light blue eyes, muted dark blue eyes, delicate features, fragile, angel, four wings, multiple wings, large wings, white wings, thorn-like halo, white thorn halo, halo, white blouse, lace cuffs, frilled cuffs, black short pants, prince-style shorts, black garter belt socks, calf-length socks, black loafers, black rose, rose pierced in chest, chest wound, blood, quietly crying, tears, crying, lying down, on back, from above, foreshortening, white roses, rose garden of white roses, black thorns, thorny vines, vines wrapped around body, body entwined, being swallowed by white roses, roses covering body, triptych layout, comic panels, halftone dots, graffiti marks, neon accents, thick outlines, high contrast, pop-graphic composition. Three-panel comic-page composition on a pure white ground, the whole page a high-contrast graphic print. A wide horizontal panel runs across the top third, two smaller panels sit side by side beneath it, all three drawn in thick black outlines with bold halftone dot shading and bursts of punchy neon colour against the white paper. Top panel, the establishing shot: seen from directly above at a steep overhead angle, the small boy lies on his back on a bed of white roses, his body foreshortened so his head sits at the lower edge and his four large white wings spread wide behind his shoulders, two pairs fanning out and flattened against the petals, their feathers crushed and scattered under the weight of the blooms. The white roses have grown over him — stems crossing his thighs, blooms crowding his ribs, petals collecting in the hollow of his collarbone — and he is sinking into them, hips and the backs of his calves already buried, only a pale arm and the line of his jaw still clear of the flowers. Black thorned vines coil around his torso and one forearm, the black spikes pressing dimples into the white cloth of his blouse; a single black rose stands in his sternum, its cut stem driven into the fabric and a thin line of blood beading around the base and running down into the lace-edged collar. His white bob spreads in a fan on the petals, the long bangs fallen to one side and leaving his face fully visible in this panel: pale light blue eyes half-open, wet, tears sliding sideways from the outer corners toward his temples because he is lying down, lower lip faintly parted and trembling. The thorn-like white halo circles his head, its spikes pale as bone, catching the light on their upward tips only. Behind and around the roses, the ground is an unbroken field of white petals; the only light is a cold overhead glow that brightens the petal tips and leaves the deepest gaps between the blooms in flat black. Bottom-left panel, a tight close-up from the side: his cheek against a crushed rose, one eye in view, the lashes clumped wet, one teardrop caught at the jawline and a single white petal stuck to the damp skin below it. The black lace cuff of his sleeve rests at the edge of the frame against his chest, and one spike of the black vine presses into the fabric beside it. Bottom-right panel, a detail from a low angle: his legs from hip to foot, the black princely shorts, the black garter straps taut across one thigh, the black calf-length socks and the black loafers with the toes turned out and one heel resting on a rose stem that bends under it, a few white petals trapped between the sock and the strap. The white ground shows through in bare gaps between panels. Palette disciplined to pure white, black and a single cold neon cyan picked out in the tear highlights, the pupil glints and the lace edges; nothing else admitted. Mood: hushed, fragile, ephemeral.

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