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Shin Yatogami
บน PixAI พรอมต์จะเป็นสาธารณะโดยค่าเริ่มต้น แต่ผู้สร้างสามารถซ่อนพรอมต์ในผลงานที่เผยแพร่ได้ ผู้สร้างผลงานนี้เลือกที่จะซ่อนไว้ คำที่ใช้สร้างภาพนี้จึงเป็นส่วนตัวและมีเพียงผู้สร้างเท่านั้นที่เห็นได้ การซ่อนพรอมต์ไม่ได้เปลี่ยนสิ่งอื่นใด ผลงานยังคงเป็นสาธารณะ และคุณยังกดถูกใจ แสดงความคิดเห็น และแชร์ได้ตามปกติ
ซ่อนโดยผู้เขียน
โมเดลและ LoRA ที่ใช้
Creation Assistant
Agent
Mio.2
Minimal input, professional output
รูปภาพคล้ายกัน
ดูเพิ่มเติม
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
