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眠れるメイドと黄金の海

真珠色の光に包まれて、豊かな富に抱かれて眠る彼女の姿があまりに美しくて、思わず息を飲んでしまいました。窓の外に広がる青い海を眺めていると、彼女が見ている夢の中もこんなに穏やかで輝かしい世界なのかなと想像してしまいます。気に入っていただけたら、いいねとフォローで応援よろしくお願いします！

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copyright: genshin_impact 1boy, solo, sleeping, eyes closed, lying on back, on bed, maid outfit, frilled apron, maid headdress, long blonde braided hair, single braid, braid over shoulder, flower-shaped pupils, gold eyes, body tail, needle-tipped tail, needle at tail tip, silver needle, tail curled beside hip, treasure, gold coins, silver coins, gold bars, silver ingots, gemstones, jewels, scattered coins, luxurious hotel room, marble, chandelier, large window, ocean view, sea, city, harbor, daytime, midday, bright sunlight, from above, high angle, foreshortening, soft light, warm light Seen from above, the camera tilted steeply down over the bed: one slim young man lies asleep on his back across the middle of a wide bed, head propped on stacked pillows at the upper left of the frame, body angled diagonally toward the lower right, one knee slightly bent so the leg rolls outward, both arms slack and open at his sides, hands loose and palm-up, fingers curled, nothing gripped. His eyes are shut, lashes resting on his cheeks, lips slightly parted in a slow sleeping breath, and the whole body is heavy and settled, no tension in the neck or shoulders; his long blonde braid escapes from under the back of his head and runs off the pillow edge onto the coverlet, its tip resting on a scatter of coins. He wears a maid dress -- a dark, close-fitted bodice with a white frilled collar, short puffed sleeves, a wide white frilled apron spread across his chest and lap, a white frilled headdress sitting slightly askew on his hair, and a full skirt fanned and creased where his legs have shifted in sleep. From under the hem at his left hip a long, thin tail emerges, its skin matching his own, curling in a wide slow S across the sheet and ending in a slim, straight silver needle that lies flat against the linen and pricks a single point of reflected light; the tail has not disturbed the coins it passes. The bed is buried in treasure: gold coins and silver coins in overlapping drifts, worn gold bars and soft-looking silver ingots stacked at the foot of the mattress, faceted gemstones catching sparks of colour where they sit half-buried between the coins, and the bed's frame -- carved posts, a tufted headboard -- showing its gilding only at the edges of the heap. Under the treasure the sheets are white with a faint brocade sheen; where his back and hips press into the mattress the coverlet is compressed into soft hollows and the coins near his body have slid and settled against his side, leaving arcs of bare linen radiating from his weight. Behind and above the bed, a window runs almost the full width of the far wall -- floor-to-ceiling glass with slim brass mullions, its lower sill carrying a row of small gilt ornaments. Through it the Okhotsk city lies in bright midday: low, dense blocks of pale roofs stepping down toward the water, a harbor with cranes and a breakwater, then the flat deep blue of the sea stretching to a hard horizon under a high, clear sky. A narrow strip of glass at the window's edge holds a ghost of the room reflected back, and the distant water beyond it is darker and softer in tone than the sky that lights it. The light is the noon sun coming in through that window, a broad white key from the window side, laying a bright bar across the foot of the bed, the ingots and the coins, and running down the length of the tail's needle; his face and the front of the apron sit in the softer shade of the headboard and the near wall, and the shadows of the mullions fall as clean parallel bands across the sheet and the treasure. The palette is white linen and white frills, the gold and silver of the hoard, blonde hair, and the deep blue of sea and sky, with nothing else admitted. Quiet, sunlit indulgence.
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先端に針がついた尻尾の生えたメイド服をきた原神の男主人公が　豪華なホテルの　金銀財宝がついたベッドの上で　寝ている。　オーシャンビューに限りなく近い　窓から、　オホーツクの都市と海が見える。　真昼間。　
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copyright: genshin_impact 1boy, solo, sleeping, eyes closed, lying on back, on bed, maid outfit, frilled apron, maid headdress, long blonde braided hair, single braid, braid over shoulder, flower-shaped pupils, gold eyes, body tail, needle-tipped tail, needle at tail tip, silver needle, tail curled beside hip, treasure, gold coins, silver coins, gold bars, silver ingots, gemstones, jewels, scattered coins, luxurious hotel room, marble, chandelier, large window, ocean view, sea, city, harbor, daytime, midday, bright sunlight, from above, high angle, foreshortening, soft light, warm light Seen from above, the camera tilted steeply down over the bed: one slim young man lies asleep on his back across the middle of a wide bed, head propped on stacked pillows at the upper left of the frame, body angled diagonally toward the lower right, one knee slightly bent so the leg rolls outward, both arms slack and open at his sides, hands loose and palm-up, fingers curled, nothing gripped. His eyes are shut, lashes resting on his cheeks, lips slightly parted in a slow sleeping breath, and the whole body is heavy and settled, no tension in the neck or shoulders; his long blonde braid escapes from under the back of his head and runs off the pillow edge onto the coverlet, its tip resting on a scatter of coins. He wears a maid dress -- a dark, close-fitted bodice with a white frilled collar, short puffed sleeves, a wide white frilled apron spread across his chest and lap, a white frilled headdress sitting slightly askew on his hair, and a full skirt fanned and creased where his legs have shifted in sleep. From under the hem at his left hip a long, thin tail emerges, its skin matching his own, curling in a wide slow S across the sheet and ending in a slim, straight silver needle that lies flat against the linen and pricks a single point of reflected light; the tail has not disturbed the coins it passes. The bed is buried in treasure: gold coins and silver coins in overlapping drifts, worn gold bars and soft-looking silver ingots stacked at the foot of the mattress, faceted gemstones catching sparks of colour where they sit half-buried between the coins, and the bed's frame -- carved posts, a tufted headboard -- showing its gilding only at the edges of the heap. Under the treasure the sheets are white with a faint brocade sheen; where his back and hips press into the mattress the coverlet is compressed into soft hollows and the coins near his body have slid and settled against his side, leaving arcs of bare linen radiating from his weight. Behind and above the bed, a window runs almost the full width of the far wall -- floor-to-ceiling glass with slim brass mullions, its lower sill carrying a row of small gilt ornaments. Through it the Okhotsk city lies in bright midday: low, dense blocks of pale roofs stepping down toward the water, a harbor with cranes and a breakwater, then the flat deep blue of the sea stretching to a hard horizon under a high, clear sky. A narrow strip of glass at the window's edge holds a ghost of the room reflected back, and the distant water beyond it is darker and softer in tone than the sky that lights it. The light is the noon sun coming in through that window, a broad white key from the window side, laying a bright bar across the foot of the bed, the ingots and the coins, and running down the length of the tail's needle; his face and the front of the apron sit in the softer shade of the headboard and the near wall, and the shadows of the mullions fall as clean parallel bands across the sheet and the treasure. The palette is white linen and white frills, the gold and silver of the hoard, blonde hair, and the deep blue of sea and sky, with nothing else admitted. Quiet, sunlit indulgence.
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copyright: genshin_impact 1boy, solo, sleeping, eyes closed, lying on back, on bed, maid outfit, frilled apron, maid headdress, long blonde braided hair, single braid, braid over shoulder, flower-shaped pupils, gold eyes, body tail, needle-tipped tail, needle at tail tip, silver needle, tail curled beside hip, treasure, gold coins, silver coins, gold bars, silver ingots, gemstones, jewels, scattered coins, luxurious hotel room, marble, chandelier, large window, ocean view, sea, city, harbor, daytime, midday, bright sunlight, from above, high angle, foreshortening, soft light, warm light Seen from above, the camera tilted steeply down over the bed: one slim young man lies asleep on his back across the middle of a wide bed, head propped on stacked pillows at the upper left of the frame, body angled diagonally toward the lower right, one knee slightly bent so the leg rolls outward, both arms slack and open at his sides, hands loose and palm-up, fingers curled, nothing gripped. His eyes are shut, lashes resting on his cheeks, lips slightly parted in a slow sleeping breath, and the whole body is heavy and settled, no tension in the neck or shoulders; his long blonde braid escapes from under the back of his head and runs off the pillow edge onto the coverlet, its tip resting on a scatter of coins. He wears a maid dress -- a dark, close-fitted bodice with a white frilled collar, short puffed sleeves, a wide white frilled apron spread across his chest and lap, a white frilled headdress sitting slightly askew on his hair, and a full skirt fanned and creased where his legs have shifted in sleep. From under the hem at his left hip a long, thin tail emerges, its skin matching his own, curling in a wide slow S across the sheet and ending in a slim, straight silver needle that lies flat against the linen and pricks a single point of reflected light; the tail has not disturbed the coins it passes. The bed is buried in treasure: gold coins and silver coins in overlapping drifts, worn gold bars and soft-looking silver ingots stacked at the foot of the mattress, faceted gemstones catching sparks of colour where they sit half-buried between the coins, and the bed's frame -- carved posts, a tufted headboard -- showing its gilding only at the edges of the heap. Under the treasure the sheets are white with a faint brocade sheen; where his back and hips press into the mattress the coverlet is compressed into soft hollows and the coins near his body have slid and settled against his side, leaving arcs of bare linen radiating from his weight. Behind and above the bed, a window runs almost the full width of the far wall -- floor-to-ceiling glass with slim brass mullions, its lower sill carrying a row of small gilt ornaments. Through it the Okhotsk city lies in bright midday: low, dense blocks of pale roofs stepping down toward the water, a harbor with cranes and a breakwater, then the flat deep blue of the sea stretching to a hard horizon under a high, clear sky. A narrow strip of glass at the window's edge holds a ghost of the room reflected back, and the distant water beyond it is darker and softer in tone than the sky that lights it. The light is the noon sun coming in through that window, a broad white key from the window side, laying a bright bar across the foot of the bed, the ingots and the coins, and running down the length of the tail's needle; his face and the front of the apron sit in the softer shade of the headboard and the near wall, and the shadows of the mullions fall as clean parallel bands across the sheet and the treasure. The palette is white linen and white frills, the gold and silver of the hoard, blonde hair, and the deep blue of sea and sky, with nothing else admitted. Quiet, sunlit indulgence.
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copyright: genshin_impact 1boy, solo, sleeping, eyes closed, lying on back, on bed, maid outfit, frilled apron, maid headdress, long blonde braided hair, single braid, braid over shoulder, flower-shaped pupils, gold eyes, body tail, needle-tipped tail, needle at tail tip, silver needle, tail curled beside hip, treasure, gold coins, silver coins, gold bars, silver ingots, gemstones, jewels, scattered coins, luxurious hotel room, marble, chandelier, large window, ocean view, sea, city, harbor, daytime, midday, bright sunlight, from above, high angle, foreshortening, soft light, warm light Seen from above, the camera tilted steeply down over the bed: one slim young man lies asleep on his back across the middle of a wide bed, head propped on stacked pillows at the upper left of the frame, body angled diagonally toward the lower right, one knee slightly bent so the leg rolls outward, both arms slack and open at his sides, hands loose and palm-up, fingers curled, nothing gripped. His eyes are shut, lashes resting on his cheeks, lips slightly parted in a slow sleeping breath, and the whole body is heavy and settled, no tension in the neck or shoulders; his long blonde braid escapes from under the back of his head and runs off the pillow edge onto the coverlet, its tip resting on a scatter of coins. He wears a maid dress -- a dark, close-fitted bodice with a white frilled collar, short puffed sleeves, a wide white frilled apron spread across his chest and lap, a white frilled headdress sitting slightly askew on his hair, and a full skirt fanned and creased where his legs have shifted in sleep. From under the hem at his left hip a long, thin tail emerges, its skin matching his own, curling in a wide slow S across the sheet and ending in a slim, straight silver needle that lies flat against the linen and pricks a single point of reflected light; the tail has not disturbed the coins it passes. The bed is buried in treasure: gold coins and silver coins in overlapping drifts, worn gold bars and soft-looking silver ingots stacked at the foot of the mattress, faceted gemstones catching sparks of colour where they sit half-buried between the coins, and the bed's frame -- carved posts, a tufted headboard -- showing its gilding only at the edges of the heap. Under the treasure the sheets are white with a faint brocade sheen; where his back and hips press into the mattress the coverlet is compressed into soft hollows and the coins near his body have slid and settled against his side, leaving arcs of bare linen radiating from his weight. Behind and above the bed, a window runs almost the full width of the far wall -- floor-to-ceiling glass with slim brass mullions, its lower sill carrying a row of small gilt ornaments. Through it the Okhotsk city lies in bright midday: low, dense blocks of pale roofs stepping down toward the water, a harbor with cranes and a breakwater, then the flat deep blue of the sea stretching to a hard horizon under a high, clear sky. A narrow strip of glass at the window's edge holds a ghost of the room reflected back, and the distant water beyond it is darker and softer in tone than the sky that lights it. The light is the noon sun coming in through that window, a broad white key from the window side, laying a bright bar across the foot of the bed, the ingots and the coins, and running down the length of the tail's needle; his face and the front of the apron sit in the softer shade of the headboard and the near wall, and the shadows of the mullions fall as clean parallel bands across the sheet and the treasure. The palette is white linen and white frills, the gold and silver of the hoard, blonde hair, and the deep blue of sea and sky, with nothing else admitted. Quiet, sunlit indulgence.
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copyright: genshin_impact 1boy, solo, sleeping, eyes closed, lying on back, bed, luxury hotel room, huge floor-to-ceiling window, ocean view, cityscape, sea, daylight, midday, bright sunlight, maid outfit, maid headdress, frilled apron, black dress, white frills, long sleeves, thighhighs, tail, needle-tipped tail, gold and silver treasures, jewelry piles, coins, gemstones, goblets, open-mouthed, relaxed, arm above head, from side, wide shot, high angle The camera sits high and to the side of the bed, looking down the length of it at an angle, so the sleeper's body runs diagonally from the lower-left foreground to the middle-right of the frame and the window occupies the upper third behind him. He lies on his back across a wide hotel bed, one arm flung up over his head so the wrist rests on a heap of gold coins, the other hand loose at his hip with the fingers half-curled into the frilled edge of the apron; one knee is drawn up and falls outward, the other leg stretched straight, hips slightly twisted so the black skirt rucks and rides at the thigh. His head is tilted away toward the window, chin up, jaw slack, lips parted, lashes shut, the white-frilled maid headband pushed back off his hair; a short bristly dark-blond plait trails across the pillow into the coins. The black dress and white apron are creased with sleep, one apron strap slipped down off the shoulder, white thighhighs smooth over the stretched leg. The tail emerges from the hem of the skirt, loops once over his bare thigh and slides off the mattress edge, its long tapered length hanging down beside the bed, and the slender steel needle fitted to its tip catches the window light along one cold bright line -- the one hard, sharp thing in the whole soft mess. Gold and silver treasures are heaped over the duvet and under him: coins spilling in bright drifts, a silver goblet tipped on its side near his hip with a coiled necklace sagging out of its mouth, trays of cut gems, a gold circlet half-buried by the pillow, fine chains flung across the apron; the bed's brocade is a deep wine red, the golds are hot yellow-orange, the silvers cool blue-white. Beyond the immense window the Okhotsk city stands in flat blocks along the shore, and past it the open sea reaches out unbroken to the horizon line, faintly hazy with distance, the water a banded pale turquoise near shore shading to a deep saturated blue further out, the sky a high clear midday white-blue with no cloud worth the name. Sunlight comes in almost vertically from the window behind and above him, so it floods the bed and the treasure in hard white highlights, mirrors off the coins, and lays only a narrow strip of shadow under the curled leg and under the overhanging fold of the duvet; the room behind and below the camera falls away into deep warm brown shadow, and the lamp on the far nightstand is unlit and useless in all this daylight. The reflection of the treasure on the polished headboard is dimmer and softer than the heap that makes it. Shot close enough that the sleeper and his hoard hold the picture and the city is a generous backdrop rather than a rival subject. Serene, gilded, sun-drowsed.
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