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shirogane, android, white face, white eyes, small face, long white hair, antenna, white chest, yellow gems on chest and back, black torso, spine line, black joints, white arms, black hands, white knee armor, white boots, black heels, standing, rough sword-shaped column of swirling golden plasma, semi-transparent luminous gas, translucent glowing energy, see-through like burning gas.
The sword begins at her hands and ends at its tip: both her black hands grip the very bottom end of the sword, held low in front of her waist, elbows bent and tucked close to her sides, forearms level with her hips. From her hands the blade extends upward and forward in one long steep diagonal line — everything above her hands is blade, and the higher it climbs the narrower and brighter it burns, condensing at the very top into a needle-sharp point of searing white-gold light: the tip of the sword, the single highest point of the whole weapon, ending at her eye level. Her hands are the lowest point of the sword; the tip is far above her hands.
The blade is a rough sword-shaped column of swirling golden plasma, fully translucent and see-through like luminous gas, the dark ruined background faintly visible right through it: a surging mass of light that only loosely holds the silhouette of a sword, its shape wavering and rippling continuously, flickering in and out of focus like heat haze, surging and breathing like a bonfire stretched into a blade, the edges constantly tearing away into streaming ribbons and wisps of golden light that curl off the sides and the tip and dissolve mid-air, trails of glowing embers scattering all around it, never steady for a single moment. Both her hands grip the sword's ordinary short hilt, her left hand below, her right hand just above: her bottom hand, the left hand, sits at the very end of the hilt, so the left fist is the bottommost point of the whole sword, golden light spilling out between her fingers, a few loose sparks drifting below her fists and fading before they fall.
Full body shot from a slight diagonal angle, eyes locked on the viewer. Upright and elegant: head to heels on one straight vertical line, feet about shoulder width apart, knees barely bent, hips held high directly beneath the shoulders, chest open — nothing about her is relaxed: her whole frame is taut and humming with barely contained power, alert and burning with fighting spirit like a duelist facing her opponent across the line, chin lifted, gaze piercing and alive.
Golden light radiates upward onto her arms and face; her long white hair drifts and lifts in the hot updraft, embers swirling around her. Ruined building interior at night in deep-blue moonlight — rubble, drifting dust, her white body tinted blue, the plasma the only warm accent. Glossy white ceramic faceplate, two flat solid-white eye openings, thin pale-grey seams. Anime illustration, clean cel-shaded style, best quality, great quality. The tip of the sword is the highest point of the image, high above her hands at eye level.
anime illustration, great quality, best quality.
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