Prodigal Sun

게시일 Oct 14, 2025

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Prodigal Sun

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1woman, necromancer, gothic attire, gold aristocratic jewelry, brass skull-shaped hair-decorations, fancy purple dress, red and green highlights, subtle sickly emerald edging, funeral roses on hem, beautiful blue eyes, long red hair, eyelashes, cruel expression, silently angry look, subtle horror, blood on hand, unhappy, old brass, emeralds, hair tied back, roses, masterpiece, ultra detailed, looking at viewer, ABP_ART, ABP_ART Style

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원본 프롬프트: 1woman, necromancer, gothic attire, gold aristocratic jewelry, brass skull-shaped hair-decorations, fancy purple dress red and green highlights, subtle sickly emerald edging on outfit, funeral roses on hem of dress, beautiful blue eyes, long red hair, eyes, eyelashes, cruel, silently angry look, subtle horror, blood on hand, unhappy, old brass, emeralds, hair tied back, roses, Singing: “(Verse 1) You ask if I value, if I can believe, In the world you hold close and what you hope to achieve. But I serve different masters, forced along a darker path, Where the dead whisper secrets, and shadows laugh. You speak to a Sinner of little piety, It is our saints that are worthy of such notoriety, You think virtues stand for mercy, Or for justice, pure and bright, But we knights are bond to the Chivalry of Death, Where torment should be among the least of your frights. (Chorus) You do not want me to be a saint, For I am bound to the Neverborn’s ways. In this cold and endless twilight, There’s no place for any sun’s warm gaze. We are taught that despair is pure, And how to make broken souls endure. You do not want me to be a saint, In this cruel dance of fate. (Verse 2) The mighty must fall before the weak, It’s not enough just to kill and seek. No quick death to escape life’s chains, For their torment soothes the Neverborn’s pain. We can’t protect, we do not save, Our code is etched onto every grave. Let life drown in the tide of death, Let all curse their final breath. (Chorus) You do not want me to be a saint, For I am bound to the Neverborn’s ways. In this cold and endless twilight, There’s no place for any sun’s warm gaze. We are taught that despair is pure, And how to make broken souls endure. You do not want me to be a saint, In this cruel dance of fate. (Bridge) Better long torment than a quick end, We make the living curse their friends. Hope dies slow, under shadow’s reign, This is our code, this is my chain. The dead, they step so lightly near, And in their eyes, I see their fear. I walk between life and the grave, This is the Dark Fate I can’t escape. (Chorus) You do not want me to be a saint, For I am bound to the Neverborn’s ways. In this cold and endless twilight, There’s no place for any sun’s warm gaze. We are taught that despair is pure, And how to make broken souls endure. You do not want me to be a saint, In this cruel dance of fate. (Outro) So ask me again, do I value your life? I know what it means to wield a knife. But you do not want me to be a saint, For I’ve learned too well the weight of hate.”, , ABP_ART, ABP_ART Style,
크기: 1024 x 586
샘플링 단계: 12
샘플링 방식: Euler a
CFG 스케일: 3
제외 조건: lowres, bad quality, worst quality, bad anatomy, sketch, jpeg artifacts, ugly, poorly drawn, blurry, transparent background, censored, (simple background:1.4), artist name, signature, watermark, (nsfw:1.2),(nude:1.6),(nipple:1.2),naked

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