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AI art "Cloud Strife's Rainy Night Reflection" featuring #파이널 판타지 VII, #파이널 판타지, #클라우드 스트라이프, #밤, #도시 풍경, #반사, #비, #소년, #파이널 판타지 VII 리메이크 and #버스터 소드

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Cloud Strife's Rainy Night Reflection

There's something about Cloud standing alone in the rain that always pulls at my heartstrings. The way the city lights reflect off the wet ground while he holds his Buster Sword captures such a perfect, moody atmosphere from Final Fantasy VII. I hope this piece resonates with you as much as it did with me—please leave a like, follow for more, and share your thoughts in the comments!

#파이널 판타지 VII #파이널 판타지 #클라우드 스트라이프 #밤 #도시 풍경 #반사 #비 #소년 #파이널 판타지 VII 리메이크 #버스터 소드

게시일 Nov 1, 2026

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character: cloud_strife 1boy, solo, cloud strife, spiky blond hair, short hair, hair between eyes, blue eyes, glowing eyes, mako eyes, single pauldron, one shoulder armored, bandaged arm, bandages on forearm, gloves, sleeveless turtleneck, suspenders, wide shot, from below, low angle, dutch angle, holding sword over shoulder, buster sword, oversized sword, standing, looking down, stormy sky, dark clouds, lightning, neon lights, city lights, distant city below, night, rain, cinematic lighting, cool color palette The camera sits far below him and tilted a few degrees off level, looking steeply up: a small, solitary figure occupying under a quarter of a tall vertical frame, set off-centre to the right against an enormous bank of storm cloud. He stands on the rain-slicked lip of a rooftop parapet of cracked concrete and rusted rebar, the flat top of the building running away as a thin dark band across the lower fifth of the frame; beyond and below it the city falls away into depth — a grid of streets and stacked towers rendered small and simplified, their windows a scatter of cold cyan, magenta and sodium-orange glow that blooms and smears where rain and haze sit between the lens and the light. He has shifted his weight onto his right leg, left knee unlocked and left foot set slightly back and turned out, torso twisted a half-turn so the sword arm is loaded; both hands are up, the right fist clamped around the grip high near his collar, the left palm braced flat under the flat of the blade, and the Buster Sword — a slab of dull gunmetal taller than he is, its edge chipped and its surface streaked with dried rain — rests diagonally across his right shoulder, the shoulder clad in its single heavy pauldron, the flat of the blade pressing the fabric of his turtleneck flat and hiding the armored shoulder behind its breadth. The other shoulder is bare, the sleeveless turtleneck's armhole riding high, and the bandaged forearm on that side is wrapped in layered off-white strips that cross over the back of the hand, the wrapping darkened and clinging at the wrist where the rain has soaked in. His spiky blond hair juts out in hard tufts, weighted down and clumped at the tips by water, breaking into ragged silhouette against the clouds. His chin is tipped down, and beneath the heavy brow his mako-blue eyes are the one warm-cool light in his face, glowing faintly from within, lit by nothing in the scene; their gaze is cast downward and off to the side over the parapet, toward the lights below, not at the lens. The storm is the only light: the cloud deck above and behind the camera is lit from deep within by a flicker of sheet lightning, so the whole upper half of the picture flattens to blue-grey, the rim of every cloud silvered, while his upturned throat, the top edge of the pauldron and the raised shoulder of the blade catch a thin cold highlight and the underside of his jaw, the inside of the sword's curve and the parapet beneath him fall into darkness. Wind shoves his hair and the loose tail of the bandage sideways toward frame-left; the puddles at his feet hold a shivering, dimmer, softer copy of the neon below, their ripples broken into perfect concentric rings only where raindrops strike. Palette held to blue-grey storm, gunmetal, wet concrete, blond, and the distant three-colour neon bloom; deep blacks in the foreground. Cinematic, cool, and quietly braced for the drop.

Cloud Strife's Rainy Night Reflection

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