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- Dark art horror illustration of two best friends standing back to back in a foggy forest at midnight, one crying, seeking comfort, the other smiling gently with a hand on their shoulder, but behind the smiling friend a towering shadow entity emerges from their body, long clawed arms wrapping around the crying one, whispering lies into their ear, tendrils of black smoke crawling into their mind, the friend's true eyes glowing faint red beneath the skin, dead trees, blood-red moon, ravens circling, betrayed trust, paranoia, psychological horror, cosmic dread, gothic surrealism, hyperdetailed, chiaroscuro, desaturated blacks, cold blues, sickly red glow, cinematic close-up, shallow depth of field, film grain, by Zdzisław Beksiński and Gustave Doré, masterpiece, 8K --ar 2:3 --v 6
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- pro
- Dimensione
- 1408 x 1408
- Negativo
- lowres, worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy, explicit
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2persons, back to back, close-up, cinematic lighting, gothic surrealism, psychological horror, crying, tears streaming, gentle smile, hand on shoulder, shadow entity, clawed hands, monster emerging from back, whispering in ear, smoke tendrils, glowing red eyes, subdermal glow, foggy forest, dead trees, blood moon, circling ravens, midnight, chiaroscuro, desaturated blacks, cold blue, sickly red glow, shallow depth of field, film grain, fine etching lines, cross-hatching, organic textured decay, betrayed trust, paranoia
In a cinematic close-up framed at chest level, two companions stand pressed back to back amidst suffocating nocturnal mist. On the left, the weeping companion slumps their weight backward against their friend's spine in desperate search of comfort, head tilted slightly downward with wet tear tracks glistening over pale cheeks and lips parted in quiet grief. On the right, the second figure holds an upright posture with an eerily placid, gentle smile curved on their lips; beneath the pale translucent skin of their eyelids and temples, their true eyes burn with a faint, sickly crimson luminescence. The smiling friend's right hand rests flat against the weeping companion's shoulder, fingers curved lightly over the coarse dark fabric. Erupting directly out of the smiling friend's back and torso, an immense towering entity of pitch-black shadow surges upward into the darkness, its silhouette shifting like dense soot. Long, spindly multi-jointed arms ending in needle-sharp charcoal claws snake forward around the weeping companion's chest and collarbone without breaking skin, framing them in a cage of darkness, while the shadow's faceless head stoops down to hover directly against their ear. Thread-like tendrils of ink-black smoke seep from the shadow's form, curving tightly along the jawline of the crying friend and coiling invasively into their temple and ear canal. The background softens through a shallow depth of field into dense, freezing blue-grey ground fog, revealing the crooked silhouettes of twisted dead trees. High above, a luminous blood-red moon hangs in the midnight sky, silhouetting a flock of ragged black ravens circling in slow arcs. High-contrast chiaroscuro carves the scene, casting deep desaturated charcoal shadows across the figures, rimming edges with cold nocturnal blue, and bathing the weeping face in the faint, corrupting crimson light shed by the friend's hidden gaze. Delicate intaglio cross-hatching and subtle film grain define the fibrous, decaying surfaces, while the smoke tendrils deform smoothly over the contours of the wet skin. Paranoid dread.
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2persons, back to back, close-up, cinematic lighting, gothic surrealism, psychological horror, crying, tears streaming, gentle smile, hand on shoulder, shadow entity, clawed hands, monster emerging from back, whispering in ear, smoke tendrils, glowing red eyes, subdermal glow, foggy forest, dead trees, blood moon, circling ravens, midnight, chiaroscuro, desaturated blacks, cold blue, sickly red glow, shallow depth of field, film grain, fine etching lines, cross-hatching, organic textured decay, betrayed trust, paranoia
In a cinematic close-up framed at chest level, two companions stand pressed back to back amidst suffocating nocturnal mist. On the left, the weeping companion slumps their weight backward against their friend's spine in desperate search of comfort, head tilted slightly downward with wet tear tracks glistening over pale cheeks and lips parted in quiet grief. On the right, the second figure holds an upright posture with an eerily placid, gentle smile curved on their lips; beneath the pale translucent skin of their eyelids and temples, their true eyes burn with a faint, sickly crimson luminescence. The smiling friend's right hand rests flat against the weeping companion's shoulder, fingers curved lightly over the coarse dark fabric. Erupting directly out of the smiling friend's back and torso, an immense towering entity of pitch-black shadow surges upward into the darkness, its silhouette shifting like dense soot. Long, spindly multi-jointed arms ending in needle-sharp charcoal claws snake forward around the weeping companion's chest and collarbone without breaking skin, framing them in a cage of darkness, while the shadow's faceless head stoops down to hover directly against their ear. Thread-like tendrils of ink-black smoke seep from the shadow's form, curving tightly along the jawline of the crying friend and coiling invasively into their temple and ear canal. The background softens through a shallow depth of field into dense, freezing blue-grey ground fog, revealing the crooked silhouettes of twisted dead trees. High above, a luminous blood-red moon hangs in the midnight sky, silhouetting a flock of ragged black ravens circling in slow arcs. High-contrast chiaroscuro carves the scene, casting deep desaturated charcoal shadows across the figures, rimming edges with cold nocturnal blue, and bathing the weeping face in the faint, corrupting crimson light shed by the friend's hidden gaze. Delicate intaglio cross-hatching and subtle film grain define the fibrous, decaying surfaces, while the smoke tendrils deform smoothly over the contours of the wet skin. Paranoid dread.
C9I
2persons, back to back, close-up, cinematic lighting, gothic surrealism, psychological horror, crying, tears streaming, gentle smile, hand on shoulder, shadow entity, clawed hands, monster emerging from back, whispering in ear, smoke tendrils, glowing red eyes, subdermal glow, foggy forest, dead trees, blood moon, circling ravens, midnight, chiaroscuro, desaturated blacks, cold blue, sickly red glow, shallow depth of field, film grain, fine etching lines, cross-hatching, organic textured decay, betrayed trust, paranoia
In a cinematic close-up framed at chest level, two companions stand pressed back to back amidst suffocating nocturnal mist. On the left, the weeping companion slumps their weight backward against their friend's spine in desperate search of comfort, head tilted slightly downward with wet tear tracks glistening over pale cheeks and lips parted in quiet grief. On the right, the second figure holds an upright posture with an eerily placid, gentle smile curved on their lips; beneath the pale translucent skin of their eyelids and temples, their true eyes burn with a faint, sickly crimson luminescence. The smiling friend's right hand rests flat against the weeping companion's shoulder, fingers curved lightly over the coarse dark fabric. Erupting directly out of the smiling friend's back and torso, an immense towering entity of pitch-black shadow surges upward into the darkness, its silhouette shifting like dense soot. Long, spindly multi-jointed arms ending in needle-sharp charcoal claws snake forward around the weeping companion's chest and collarbone without breaking skin, framing them in a cage of darkness, while the shadow's faceless head stoops down to hover directly against their ear. Thread-like tendrils of ink-black smoke seep from the shadow's form, curving tightly along the jawline of the crying friend and coiling invasively into their temple and ear canal. The background softens through a shallow depth of field into dense, freezing blue-grey ground fog, revealing the crooked silhouettes of twisted dead trees. High above, a luminous blood-red moon hangs in the midnight sky, silhouetting a flock of ragged black ravens circling in slow arcs. High-contrast chiaroscuro carves the scene, casting deep desaturated charcoal shadows across the figures, rimming edges with cold nocturnal blue, and bathing the weeping face in the faint, corrupting crimson light shed by the friend's hidden gaze. Delicate intaglio cross-hatching and subtle film grain define the fibrous, decaying surfaces, while the smoke tendrils deform smoothly over the contours of the wet skin. Paranoid dread.
C9I
Solo, sideview, in forest, moon in background, background_the_wyld, the wyld, deep shadows,
,flidais, female werewolf, yellow eyes, long black hair, kimono, long wolf-snout, fangs, huge black claws, wolf ears, silver glow, ethereal silver wings, ethereal silver horns, angry, combat stance,
,ultra detailed semi-realistic anime blend style, masterpiece, absurd resolution, illustration, soft rendering, detailed hair, detailed eyes, atmospheric_line_work_style, raw_line_work, clear_lines, shading, heavy_hatching_texture, chaotic-hatching, soft_color, digital_illustration_style, high_quality, expressive_eyes, glossy_skin, fantasy-inspired,exalted_style, exalted_the_comic_series,
Singing:
“Awoooooooo!
(Verse 1)
Rrrr…
From shadowed woods, I rise again,
A twisted form to match the beast within.
Each sliver of the moon’s light,
Guides me forth to fight.
(Pre-Chorus)
Grrr…
They called me anathema, a sin in flesh,
But know my new nature won’t let me rest.
I am wild, untamed and raw!
A myriad of shapes ready with tooth and claw!
(Chorus)
Awooooo!
Illimitable, in every breath!
Born of rage, life, and death!
Growing with each shape claimed!
I shift, I surge, I am untamed!
(Verse 2)
I was hunted, a creature alone,
Yet in my heart, wild seeds were sown.
Two legs, then four, and then the sprawl,
Of wings to answer the primal call.
(Pre-Chorus)
Rragh!
Each shift, a story etched in bone!
Strength beyond what I’ve ever known!
They see the fangs, they fear my might!
But I have only just begun to fight!
(Chorus)
Grrr—raaaaaawwwwrrrrrrrr!
Illimitable, hear me roar!
With each battle, I am more!
Horns and hide, eyes that blaze!
Through every shift, my spirit never sways!
(Bridge)
Rrrrr…
I am not merely the beast you fear at night,
But every creature ever touched by moonlight.
I am free, I am wild!
Nature’s vengeance, Luna’s child!
(Final Chorus)
Awooooooo!
Illimitable, I break the chains!
Weakness and grief dies, rage remains!
Fur and claws, horns held high!
I transform, I rise, I defy!
(Outro)
Awoooo!”
Prodigal Sun
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