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#Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba

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character: kamishiro_rui, rui_(kimetsu_no_yaiba), copyright: kimetsu_no_yaiba 1boy, solo, low angle close-up, upper body portrait, from below, foreshortening, looking at viewer, reaching towards viewer, outstretched arm, outstretched hand, outstretched fingers, emotionless expression, expressionless, cold gaze, slightly parted lips, pale skin, extremely pale porcelain skin, slender, androgynous, youthful, beautiful boy, white hair, pale lavender hair, fluffy hair, voluminous hair, messy hair, layered hair, wavy hair strands, thick hair, pale turquoise eyes, kanji in eyes, detailed eyes, red circular markings on forehead, red circular markings on cheeks, facial mark, white kimono, spiderweb pattern, intricate spiderweb print, dark crimson inner sleeves, dark red obi sash, long sleeves, flowing sleeves, wide sleeves, glowing threads, spider web, glowing white spider silk threads, intricate spiderwebs, dark forest, night, mist, fog, blue moonlight, moonlight, cinematic lighting, dramatic shadows, cold color palette, blue gray palette, ethereal, eerie, beautiful, depth of field, delicate lineart, dynamic composition, anime style, Low angle close-up, upper body portrait: the pale boy fills the frame from below, his chin lifted so the camera looks up the long line of his throat, and his right arm drives straight out of the picture plane, the hand thrown toward the viewer with fingers splayed wide apart and spread by foreshortening so that the near knuckles bulge large in the foreground while the wrist and forearm recede and thin toward his shoulder. His hand is the closest thing in the image and the sharpest; his face sits a half-step behind it in focus, and the forest behind him dissolves into soft depth of field. He is slender and youthful, an androgynous face with a fine jaw and a small chin, and his skin is an extremely pale porcelain white that the moonlight barely warms, so the only colour on it is the pair of red circular markings — one centered high on his forehead, one on each cheek — crisp and flat as painted seals. His eyes are pale turquoise with dark kanji shapes engraved deep inside the irises, and their gaze comes straight down the reaching arm to the viewer, unblinking, without warmth or welcome; his lids are level, his brows flat, his mouth slightly parted on a breath that does not become a word. Hair: a fluffy voluminous mass of white that shades into pale lavender at the tips, layered, messy, thick wavy strands lifting and separating in the updraft of his own motion and drifting across his forehead and one temple. Costume, reading from collar to sleeve: a white kimono covered edge to edge in a fine woven spiderweb pattern, the web lines printed in faint cool grey over the white cloth, wrapping his narrow chest and closing high at the throat; beneath it dark crimson inner sleeves emerge at the wrists, a deep blood-red against the pale hand; a dark red obi sash is cinched at his waist, its knot visible below the frame's lower edge only as a hint of folded cloth; the outer sleeves are long and flowing and they hang away from his forearm as he reaches, the fabric pulled taut then bellied by the air, web pattern bending around the folds. Around and above him the darkness is a night forest: he stands amid vertical black trunks and low branches barely separable from the mist, and pale fog slides between them in horizontal bands. Blue moonlight falls from behind and above his left shoulder, the single dominant source; it rims the crown of his hair and the top edge of his raised sleeve with a thin cold blue line, leaves the front of his face in cool shadow, and throws his cast shadow down and forward across the mist. The rest is near-black, cold blue and grey only, no warm note anywhere. Everywhere the light touches, glowing white spider silk threads are strung: they cross in front of the trunks, stretch between branches, and one strand runs diagonally through the foreground close to the lens, blown slightly out of focus, jeweling the moonlight in beads along its length; a full orb web hangs complete and unbroken behind his shoulder, and finer threads cling along the web pattern of his kimono without ever obscuring it. Ethereal, eerie, beautiful.

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