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Rose Loren
Created a year ago · 6 comments· 0 likes
RealVisXL v4 Lightning7.8x
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Goth Baroque Beauty in Winter Woods
This image shows a beautiful woman standing in a winter woodland, wearing a stunning black baroque gown, with intricate details reminiscent of Luis Royo's masterful art style.
Created by litanies on Oct 12, 2024 using the RealVisXL v4 Lightning AI image generator model.
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Elegant goth beauty, imposing and evocative!
Creation Settings
- Text Prompts
- beautiful goth laura mennell, age 30, black curly hair piled on top of her head, pale, wearing black rococo baroque gown, goth, standing in woods in winter, vibrant masterpiece art, oil painting, intricate detail, luis royo,Weight: 1extra hands, extra arms, ugly, tiling, poorly drawn hands, poorly drawn feet, poorly drawn face, out of frame, extra limbs, disfigured, deformed, body out of frame, blurry, bad anatomy, blurred, watermark, grainy, signature, cut off, draftWeight: -0.3
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- Initial Resolution
Medium
- Aspect Ratio
1:1
- Runtime
Short
- Overall Prompt Weight
50%
In twilight's shade, where mournful whispers roam,
A specter walks, whose form is veiled in mist,
Rose Loren, whose name doth haunting chimes enshrine,
Her beauty, like a curse, too dark to miss.
Her eyes, twin coals from which no light escapes,
Burn through the veil of night with fierce desire;
Her lips, a bloodied rose, with secrets laced,
That speak of ancient deeds and darker fire.
I fear her power, yet my heart doth yearn,
To know the secrets that within her lie;
Her touch, a frost that turns the blood to burn,
A riddle, where the answers only die.
In her, the moon and shadow are as one,
A force revered, yet feared, beneath the sun.
Her presence stirs the silent, haunted trees,
Their gnarled limbs bow as she doth pass them by;
In her, the whispers of the dead find ease,
And in her gaze, the living dare not sigh.
Thus, Rose Loren, in night's embrace doth reign,
A queen of sorrows, cloaked in mystery's train.