Di PixAI, prompt bersifat awam secara lalai, tetapi pencipta boleh menyembunyikannya pada mana-mana karya yang mereka terbitkan. Pencipta karya ini memilih untuk berbuat demikian, jadi perkataan yang digunakan untuk menjana imej ini kekal peribadi dan hanya penciptanya sahaja yang boleh melihatnya. Menyembunyikan prompt tidak mengubah apa-apa yang lain: karya ini masih awam, dan anda masih boleh menyukai, mengulas dan berkongsinya seperti biasa.
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character: kisaragi_ren_(vtuber), A medium shot from a slightly high angle depicts Kisaragi Ren in a dimly lit, oppressive underground basement. She is portrayed as a slave, sitting on the cold stone floor with a subdued and weary expression, her eyes reflecting a sense of resignation. She wears simple, worn-out rags that serve as her attire, with heavy iron shackles binding her wrists and ankles, the cold metal contrasting against her pale skin. Her hands are resting limp on the floor beside her. The basement environment is damp and bleak, featuring rough-hewn stone walls with moisture streaks, a single flickering overhead light casting long, harsh shadows, and scattered straw on the floor. The atmosphere is heavy and melancholic, utilizing a desaturated color palette of greys and browns, with a shallow depth of field and floating dust particles illuminated by the sparse light, conveying a sense of isolation and confinement.
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character: anastasia_valeria, A dramatic close-up in Korean anime style presents a 22-year-old woman lunging forward within a cramped dungeon cell, her body constrained by heavy metal chains. She has incredibly long, voluminous silver-blue hair cascading forward like silk, framing her malnourished, pale, and slender face. Her glowing crystal-clear icy blue eyes are narrowed with burning hatred, brows furrowed deeply, and the corners of her mouth are pulled back in a snarl with teeth gritted. She grips the cold iron bar in her left hand while screaming a curse, her right wrist locked in iron manacles that dig into her bruised flesh and draw a thin trickle of blood. Movement twists her torn brown dress at the shoulders and chest, exposing raw collarbones. Behind her stand vertical prison bars and rough stone walls, with shafts of harsh light slicing across the floor and creating dramatic chiaroscuro contrast. Muted yet punchy color palette, textured cross-hatching shading, and bold graphic linework define the cinematic atmosphere.
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