Inside - Stiltskin
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Inside - Stiltskin
I put the lyrics of Stiltskin's Inside into the Tsubaki prompt window.
artistic depiction, surreal and haunting scene in a dark fantasy style, capturing the poem's melancholic and abstract themes. An androgynous figure, possibly with slightly blurred features, stands alone on a dark, glass-like surface during a bleak hour, their body turned as if cowering from an unseen force. In the distance, objects or structures crumble into fine dust. The night sky is oppressive, with dark, slate-like clouds and a sense of motion, as if the scene is taking flight. Light snowfall begins to fall but transforms into flakes of rust before hitting the ground. The environment suggests a hostile, industrial or mining landscape—a "fusing mine" with glowing seams and harsh, artificial light, contrasted with the soft, impossible imagery of a "nursing rhyme." A silhouette of a heavy figure appears to be falling in the background. The atmosphere is one of profound isolation and brokenness; the central figure's face is partly shadowed or obscured, but their expression conveys a sense of being "slightly blinded" and "broken minded," with a distant, unfocused gaze. The color palette is dominated by deep blues, blacks, grays, and rusted oranges, with sharp contrasts between light and shadow. The composition is complex and layered, with symbolic elements like moving shadows, a bruised postcard pinned to a wooden post, a desolate "shooting yard" viewed through a veil of tears, and a winding, ice-covered river starting to bend in a long, stray town. The overall mood is one of internal struggle, urging release—"Don't keep it all inside"—rendered with hyper-detailed textures on the glass, stone, snow, rust, and tears.
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- オリジナルプロンプト
- Swing low In a dark glass hour You turn and cower See it turn to dust Move on a stone dark night We take to flight Snowfall turns to rust Seam in a fusing mine Like a nursing rhyme Fat man starts to fall Here in a hostile place I hear your face start to call And if you think That I've been losing my way That's because I'm slightly blinded And if you think That I don't make too much sense That's because I'm broken minded Don't keep it... Inside If you believe it Don't keep it all inside Strong words In a ganges sky I have to lie Shadows move in pairs Ring out from a bruised postcard In the shooting yard Looking through the tears Out of a black slate time We move in line But never reach an end Fall in a long stray town As the ice comes down River starts to bend And if you think That I've been losing my way That's because I'm slightly blinded And if you think That I don't make too much sense That's because I'm broken minded Don't keep it... Inside If you believe it Don't keep it all inside..
- 品質タグ
- high quality, year_2025, year_2024, ﹝プロンプト﹞
- 縦横比
- 768 x 1280
- Sampling Steps
- 25
- Sampling Method
- Euler
- CFGスケール
- 4.5
- ネガティブ
- bad quality, low quality, worst quality, lowres, nsfw, jpeg artifacts, scan artifacts, mosaic, cropped, error, fewer digits, bad reflection, bad composition, bad anatomy, bad hands, bad fingers, missing fingers, extra hands, extra legs, excess fingers, light particles, artist name, text, watermark, username, copyright name
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