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Shin Yatogami
Su PixAI i prompt sono pubblici per impostazione predefinita, ma i creator possono nasconderli in qualsiasi opera pubblicano. Chi ha creato quest'opera ha scelto di farlo, quindi le parole usate per generare l'immagine restano private e può vederle solo lui. Nascondere il prompt non cambia nient'altro: l'opera resta pubblica e puoi metterle mi piace, commentarla e condividerla come sempre.
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Modello e LoRA utilizzati
Creation Assistant
Agent
Mio.2
Minimal input, professional output
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A cinematic medium shot from a side-angle perspective depicting a solitary, ethereal young woman resting in a ruined sanctuary, evoking a sense of lingering remnants of former glory, loneliness, and silence. The woman, appearing as a spectral figure with long, flowing silver hair and a pale, porcelain complexion, lies curled in a deep, eternal sleep upon a cracked marble altar, her expression one of profound peace and emptiness. She is dressed in a tattered, once-opulent white gown made of translucent silk that clings to her form, with frayed lace edges and faded gold embroidery. She is surrounded by the decaying ruins of a grand cathedral, with colossal, shattered pillars and fallen archways stretching toward an endless, void-like pale gray sky that feels hollow and oppressive. Dust motes and crystalline shards float weightlessly in the stagnant air, while withered white lilies are scattered across the cold stone floor. The lighting is soft and diffused, filtering through a ceiling that no longer exists, creating a muted, monochromatic color palette of grays, whites, and desaturated blues. The overall atmosphere is melancholic, quiet, and hauntingly beautiful, with a shallow depth of field emphasizing the stillness of the scene.
I am a lord,,,
きゅーちゃん
A cinematic medium shot from a side-angle perspective depicting a solitary, ethereal young woman resting in a ruined sanctuary, evoking a sense of lingering remnants of former glory, loneliness, and silence. The woman, appearing as a spectral figure with long, flowing silver hair and a pale, porcelain complexion, lies curled in a deep, eternal sleep upon a cracked marble altar, her expression one of profound peace and emptiness. She is dressed in a tattered, once-opulent white gown made of translucent silk that clings to her form, with frayed lace edges and faded gold embroidery. She is surrounded by the decaying ruins of a grand cathedral, with colossal, shattered pillars and fallen archways stretching toward an endless, void-like pale gray sky that feels hollow and oppressive. Dust motes and crystalline shards float weightlessly in the stagnant air, while withered white lilies are scattered across the cold stone floor. The lighting is soft and diffused, filtering through a ceiling that no longer exists, creating a muted, monochromatic color palette of grays, whites, and desaturated blues. The overall atmosphere is melancholic, quiet, and hauntingly beautiful, with a shallow depth of field emphasizing the stillness of the scene.
I am a lord,,,
