Invita Amigos y Obtén Monedas Gratis para Ambos
Daryn Kirkman
Generador de Imágenes IA
v1
As the sun sets over a vast lake, a large man with a cloak pulled into a menacing resting place gazes down from her head. The surreal scene is alive with colors and sounds, as if the entire world is feeling the warmth of a peaceful time. The cloak is a mottled brown, its lips twisted into a pale gray. The air is thick with the smell of salt, and the man's eyes are closed as he screams for lost friends to join his friends. Their spears, their jaws filled with blood, are broken, their swords blunt. As the scene fades to black, the man continues to seek his next form, a message that will change forever. As the words fade, it becomes clear that there is no such thing as a lone exile, but that his words are not the usual.
Estilo:
Arte Conceptual-Arte Grafiti 12
Sugerencia Negativa:
bad proportions, low resolution, ugly, terrible, pink skin creepy, meat skin, unrealistic, flat, watermark, signature, worst quality, normal quality, lowres, simple background, inaccurate limb, extra fingers, fewer fingers, missing fingers, extra arms, extra legs, inaccurate eyes, bad composition, bad anatomy, error, extra digit, trademark, artist's name, username, text, words, malformed hand, blurry, cropped, deformed, disconnected limbs, out of frame, out of focus, dehydrated, disfigured, disgusting, fused fingers, gross proportions, long neck, jpeg artifacts, mutated, mutated hands, mutated limbs, missing arms, poorly drawn hands, poorly drawn face, collage, pixelated, grainy.
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Daryn Kirkman
Generador de Imágenes IA
v1
As the sun sets over a vast lake, a large man with a cloak pulled into a menacing resting place gazes down from her head. The surreal scene is alive with colors and sounds, as if the entire world is feeling the warmth of a peaceful time. The cloak is a mottled brown, its lips twisted into a pale gray. The air is thick with the smell of salt, and the man's eyes are closed as he screams for lost friends to join his friends. Their spears, their jaws filled with blood, are broken, their swords blunt. As the scene fades to black, the man continues to seek his next form, a message that will change forever. As the words fade, it becomes clear that there is no such thing as a lone exile, but that his words are not the usual.
Estilo:
Arte Conceptual-Arte Grafiti 12
Sugerencia Negativa:
bad proportions, low resolution, ugly, terrible, pink skin creepy, meat skin, unrealistic, flat, watermark, signature, worst quality, normal quality, lowres, simple background, inaccurate limb, extra fingers, fewer fingers, missing fingers, extra arms, extra legs, inaccurate eyes, bad composition, bad anatomy, error, extra digit, trademark, artist's name, username, text, words, malformed hand, blurry, cropped, deformed, disconnected limbs, out of frame, out of focus, dehydrated, disfigured, disgusting, fused fingers, gross proportions, long neck, jpeg artifacts, mutated, mutated hands, mutated limbs, missing arms, poorly drawn hands, poorly drawn face, collage, pixelated, grainy.
Proporción:
1:1
0
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