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歌詞をプロンプトにして生成

Sztuka AI „歌詞をプロンプトにして生成” autorstwa 小さなおっさん na PixAI. Tagi: Płaczący, nagie drzewo, cmentarz, kaptur. Utworzono z Tsubaki.3 Flash.

Do you remember that ol' lullaby 遠い日に置き去りにした伝説(ものがたり)を愛に変えて　歌ってあげる男は誰も　Lonely soldier boy 十字架背負った　Lonely soldier boy 琥珀色の男の夢何処に… ※アニメ　機甲創世記モスピーダ主題歌「失われた伝説を求めて」より抜粋。もしかしたらリベンジかも

#Krzyż #Blizna #Płaczący #nagie drzewo #cmentarz #kaptur

Opublikowano Nov 13, 2026

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1boy, solo, male focus, close-up, from below, dutch angle, looking up, looking to the side, profile, tilted head, open mouth, singing, mid-song, rain, rain streaks, wet hair, wet clothes, muddy battlefield at night, broken crosses, wooden grave crosses, battlefield debris, smoke, amber eyes, messy dark hair, tattered soldier coat, torn sleeves, dog tags, clenched fist, clenched hand over chest, bloodstain, dirt on face, scar on cheek, parted lips, visible breath, cold breath, night, moonlight, rim light, backlighting, dark background, high contrast, warm amber glow, cold blue night, muted palette, cinematic lighting, dramatic, depth of field The camera sits low at hip height and tilts hard to the right, so the horizon of the ruined field cuts a slanted line behind him; he is seen three-quarters from below, head thrown back and turned into profile so the throat is fully exposed and only one eye shows. One knee is driven into the mud, the other boot planted forward, the whole weight rocked onto that front leg with his coat hanging heavy and soaked off his shoulders; his right hand is clamped flat over his heart, fingers digging through the wet cloth and bunching it, knuckles pale, and his left fist is crushed shut at his thigh with mud squeezed out between the fingers. His lips are wide apart around a held note, jaw dropped, cheek wet and streaked with dirt, the scar on his cheek catching the rim light; his single visible eye is half-lidded and rolled up and away past the frame, fixed on nothing in the sky, wet lashes stuck together. His dark hair is plastered flat to his forehead and temples, rain running off the tips in threads, and one stray lock is pasted across his cheekbone by the wet. His breath clouds faintly and hangs before his mouth before the rain tears it apart. The environment is a churned, flooded battlefield at night: earth pocked with standing water, a scatter of wooden crosses leaning at wrong angles behind him, their arms broken off, half-sunk in the mud, a black crater rim and a dead thorned stump at midground. Behind the cross-field a slow curtain of rain becomes visible where the light crosses it, and far back a bank of smoke and low cloud swallows the horizon so the field has no visible end. Moonlight comes from high behind his left shoulder, cold and blue, laying a bright wet edge along his shoulder, the curve of his cheek and the ridge of his knuckles; a second faint amber source, low and unplaceable, burns off the smoke and warms the underside of his jaw, the inside of his open mouth, and the mud pooled around his knee. Cast shadow falls forward and to the right, slanted with the tilt of the frame. Palette admits only the cold blue-grey of rain and night, the raw brown-black of wet earth, and the amber in the smoke, his eyes, and the reflections standing in the puddles. Raindrops strike the standing water around his knee in tiny crowns whose rings are cut off by the broken crosses and the mud rims. Gritty, rain-soaked, quietly devastating.

歌詞をプロンプトにして生成

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