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Shin Yatogami
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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Model & LoRA yang digunakan
Creation Assistant
Agent
Mio.2
Minimal input, professional output
Imej Serupa
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A cinematic medium shot from a side-angle perspective depicting a solitary, ethereal young woman resting in a ruined sanctuary, evoking a sense of lingering remnants of former glory, loneliness, and silence. The woman, appearing as a spectral figure with long, flowing silver hair and a pale, porcelain complexion, lies curled in a deep, eternal sleep upon a cracked marble altar, her expression one of profound peace and emptiness. She is dressed in a tattered, once-opulent white gown made of translucent silk that clings to her form, with frayed lace edges and faded gold embroidery. She is surrounded by the decaying ruins of a grand cathedral, with colossal, shattered pillars and fallen archways stretching toward an endless, void-like pale gray sky that feels hollow and oppressive. Dust motes and crystalline shards float weightlessly in the stagnant air, while withered white lilies are scattered across the cold stone floor. The lighting is soft and diffused, filtering through a ceiling that no longer exists, creating a muted, monochromatic color palette of grays, whites, and desaturated blues. The overall atmosphere is melancholic, quiet, and hauntingly beautiful, with a shallow depth of field emphasizing the stillness of the scene.
I am a lord,,,
A cinematic medium shot from a side-angle perspective depicting a solitary, ethereal young woman resting in a ruined sanctuary, evoking a sense of lingering remnants of former glory, loneliness, and silence. The woman, appearing as a spectral figure with long, flowing silver hair and a pale, porcelain complexion, lies curled in a deep, eternal sleep upon a cracked marble altar, her expression one of profound peace and emptiness. She is dressed in a tattered, once-opulent white gown made of translucent silk that clings to her form, with frayed lace edges and faded gold embroidery. She is surrounded by the decaying ruins of a grand cathedral, with colossal, shattered pillars and fallen archways stretching toward an endless, void-like pale gray sky that feels hollow and oppressive. Dust motes and crystalline shards float weightlessly in the stagnant air, while withered white lilies are scattered across the cold stone floor. The lighting is soft and diffused, filtering through a ceiling that no longer exists, creating a muted, monochromatic color palette of grays, whites, and desaturated blues. The overall atmosphere is melancholic, quiet, and hauntingly beautiful, with a shallow depth of field emphasizing the stillness of the scene.
I am a lord,,,
Rangga “XiGibait” Anindyka
