I remember...
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-like it was yesterday — I remember the day I found my courage again. I'd found it before, but not like this. What had come before were experiences of tentative acceptance, exploration, and that ever-present feeling that I was just following suit. But this was different. There was no invitation; no friends facilitating interaction; no chemicals supporting conversation; and I was practically guaranteed to fail. But... there she was... The most beautiful *anything* I had ever seen in my life, radiating like a phoenix sent to bring me back from the dead. All I had to do was find the courage to beseech her, and that courage lay beyond mountains of darkness and dragons of memory. But I found it... I scaled those peaks, and slew those monsters, and weathered that blizzard and said "Hey..." I knew that she was beyond me, knew that she had no reason to deign to acknowledge my mortal presence, no reason to grace me with the sound of a goddess, but she did... In a quiet, perky, soul-soothing voice, she responded, "Hey...", with a blush and a smile. 'What I wouldn't do to hear it again', I thought, was a list that grew shorter by the second — every second, a list that burned away with my gaze that refused to not follow her every smirk, every head tilt, every hair adjustment. And so it did, set ablaze by the flame of her very presence, that list vanished, and I found my self hearing it over and over again, day in and day out, until more — endlessly more — spilled out from the same world-changing lips. I remember... Like it was today... Like it should've been tomorrow...
A beautiful redheaded girl with rectangular glasses sits at a school desk in an ethereal white environment surrounded by sakura blossoms. She is sitting with one foot on the ground and one foot in her chair near her lap. She tilts her head to rest on her hand with her fingers buried into the side of her hair, leaning over a piece paper on her desk and looking down at it with serious contemplation while using a pencil to write on it. Her healthy, sleek, shimmering, long red hair is a combination of individual strands of straw-blonde, light-maroon, and copper orange, all falling gracefully to her side, with it tucked behind her right ear, revealing the freckles on her cheeks and across the bridge of her nose. The fisheye shot is a zoomed out POV from her right and slightly in front of her, capturing her entire body, from her hair to her shoes, as she casually causes the rest of the world to bleed away. Her photorealistic skin is covered in freckles across her high cheeks, straight nose, and delicate arms. She wears a tight pink tee-shirt and gray sweatpants that accentuate her athletic form and small breasts, and a pair of white low-top sneakers. The spectacularly detailed candid shot uses depth of field to focus on her lifelike skin with countless freckles, her exquisitely detailed hair and her ultradetailed brownish-greed eyes, while using a fisheye lens to capturing the background in ultra-wide format as rays of warm sunlight cascade in gently to backlight her hair and desk as cherry blossom petals fall, some catching the sunlight and glowing in illumination.
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- Mode
- ultra
- Taille
- 1184 x 1536
- Négatif
- worst quality, bad anatomy, low resolution, lowres, flat colors, cartoon, ai generated, smoothing, jaggies, anti-aliasing, large breasts, huge breasts, make-up, mascara, blush, blushing, disheveled hair, messy hair, large glasses