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AI art "竜人の少年" featuring #Capelli neri, #1 ragazzo, #ragazzo drago and #zetaCollab

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竜人の少年

zetaコラボのために作った作品です鏡の中にもう一人っていうのが難しかった…

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PixAI × zeta Original Character Creation Contest 2026

#Capelli neri #1 ragazzo #ragazzo drago

Pubblicato il Nov 4, 2026

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1boy, solo, (human boy:1.2), short black hair, medium wolf cut, half updo, short high ponytail, sharp golden eyes, pale skin, black techwear jacket, yellow accent lines, yellow tactical straps, black chest harness, standing, standing in front of a large mirror, looking at mirror, serious expression, piercing gaze, (reflection in mirror:1.5), (anthropomorphic dragon:1.4), biomechanical dragon, armored dragon head, metallic black scales, swept-back black dragon horns, wild black mane, glowing yellow eyes, slitted pupils, glowing yellow seams on neck, open jacket, bare muscular dragon chest, glowing yellow cracks between chest scales, dimly lit room, concrete wall, cracked mirror, floating dust, gritty atmosphere, dark fantasy, cinematic lighting, dramatic shadows, rich depth of field, (dutch angle:1.3), tilted frame, dynamic angle, from behind, cowboy shot The camera hangs behind the boy's left shoulder at a hard Dutch tilt, the whole frame canted so the concrete wall's seams run diagonal and the mirror's top edge slashes down from the upper right; the boy is seen from behind and three-quarters, his ponytail and one cheek in the near foreground, the mirror filling the right two-thirds of the tilted frame. He stands square to the glass on both feet, weight sunk into the left leg, right heel lifted a fraction, hands slack at his sides with the right thumb hooked under a yellow tactical strap at his hip. His black techwear jacket sits on his shoulders unzipped to mid-chest where the black chest harness crosses, yellow accent lines piping the seams and catching a thin edge of light; the shaggy wolf-cut layers fall shaggy around the nape, the short high ponytail gathered above the crown and hanging slightly loose. His head does not turn to us -- only his reflection carries his face, sharp golden eyes fixed dead into the glass with the flat, unblinking focus of a man reading his own double, brows level, mouth closed hard. The mirror answers, and its answer is wrong. Where his reflection should be, a biomechanical dragon stands in the same stance, armored head plated in metallic black scale, swept-back black horns raking behind the skull, a wild black mane spilling over the collar of an open jacket left hanging wide so the bare muscular chest shows, every heavy pectoral split by glowing yellow cracks that run between the scales. Glowing yellow seams pulse along its neck, and its glowing yellow eyes with narrow slitted pupils stare back at the boy's eyes at exactly the same angle, level and unblinking, so the two gazes meet through the glass. The dragon's mane and the boy's ponytail break the same silhouette line; the glass is cracked in a spiderweb from the lower left corner, one long fracture running up through the dragon's shoulder and a hairline splitting the boy's reflected eye, edges of the crack silvered and catching light. Dust motes drift in the air between the boy's back and the mirror, hanging bright only where the beam passes. A single cold lamp sits high and off frame left, low and weak: it rakes the concrete wall in a shallow gradient, rims the boy's ponytail and shoulder in gray-white, and lands on the mirror's face so the dragon's scales return the light harder than the room gives -- the reflection brighter than its source, the crack edges flaring. Everything beyond that falloff drops to near-black; the boy's own cast shadow stretches long and tilted across the floor to the lower right, and no second light touches the room. Palette is concrete gray, cold black, and one yellow that lives in the techwear piping, the harness hardware, and the dragon's seams, eyes and chest cracks -- nothing else admitted. Depth of field holds the boy's nape and the dragon's eyes sharp, softening the wall behind into flat gray grain, dust in the near field blurred to soft specks. Desaturated slate and sulfur yellow, quiet dread.

竜人の少年

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