Surreal Digital Illustration of a Woman Leaping from Window

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eryn
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ChatGPT 2
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  Model: ChatGPT 2 (Pro)
  
  Size: 2224 X 1664 (3.70 MP)
  
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  Prompt: Hyper-detailed digital illustration on a photorealistic base, fine ink linework tracing every strand of hair, every fibre of torn paper, the lace and every fraying thread, intricate micro-detail, crisp edges with soft painted shadows. The scene fills the sheet edge to edge, only its outer border ripped into jagged torn edges with loose white fibres, laid on black. The night sky outside the attic window is a sheet of paper, and she is bursting through it. Seen from the side, in mid-air, just past the window, left of centre, wide open white light ahead of her, she rises forward through the narrow white tear, her body angled gently upward, arms reaching ahead into the light, one knee softly bent, the other leg trailing back toward the window, loose and organic, the torn edges of the paper night bursting open around her shoulders. Behind her the dark printed night of rooftops, stars and moon is breaking apart into hundreds of curling paper shards that scatter and tumble in the air, each shard still printed with a fragment of night sky, a star, a roofline, a piece of the moon. Ahead of her, through the opening, nothing but vast pale luminous white light, soft and unknown, pouring back over her. At the far left edge of the picture, cropped by the edge, the open attic window frame she has just left: a weathered sill, its frayed lace curtain blowing outward, and through it a glimpse of the dark attic floor where her starry midnight blue overcoat lies in a heap. A grown woman of about thirty with a soft womanly figure, softly rounded arms, shoulders and thighs, soft oval face, gentle rounded features, soft jawline, very bright pale sapphire blue eyes with a darker ring around the iris, glowing like lit glass in the white light, eyes wide open in awe, looking up and ahead into the light, lips parted, a fresh face, clean luminous pale porcelain skin with soft freckles across nose, cheeks and shoulders, faint traces of mascara. Copper hair hacked to a ragged jaw-length crop streaming back, and leading the way, the few short new rainbow hairs above her left ear stream forward ahead of her into the light like bright threads. Washed-out black velvet off-the-shoulder top worn bald in patches, raw edges unravelling into loose threads flying, velvet ribbon choker with a small antique cameo, short layered black lace skirt rippling, frayed hem, sheer black tights worn through in small round holes at the knees, bare feet. The white light from ahead lights her face and the front of her body; the back of her is still in night blue, paper stars clinging to her shoulders. Dramatic, alive and unafraid, by eryn
  
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  Aspect Ratio: landscape
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Prompt: Hyper-detailed digital illustration on a photorealistic base, fine ink linework tracing every strand of hair, every fibre of torn paper, the lace and every fraying thread, intricate micro-detail, crisp edges with soft painted shadows. The scene fills the sheet edge to edge, only its outer border ripped into jagged torn edges with loose white fibres, laid on black. The night sky outside the attic window is a sheet of paper, and she is bursting through it. Seen from the side, in mid-air, just past the window, left of centre, wide open white light ahead of her, she rises forward through the narrow white tear, her body angled gently upward, arms reaching ahead into the light, one knee softly bent, the other leg trailing back toward the window, loose and organic, the torn edges of the paper night bursting open around her shoulders. Behind her the dark printed night of rooftops, stars and moon is breaking apart into hundreds of curling paper shards that scatter and tumble in the air, each shard still printed with a fragment of night sky, a star, a roofline, a piece of the moon. Ahead of her, through the opening, nothing but vast pale luminous white light, soft and unknown, pouring back over her. At the far left edge of the picture, cropped by the edge, the open attic window frame she has just left: a weathered sill, its frayed lace curtain blowing outward, and through it a glimpse of the dark attic floor where her starry midnight blue overcoat lies in a heap. A grown woman of about thirty with a soft womanly figure, softly rounded arms, shoulders and thighs, soft oval face, gentle rounded features, soft jawline, very bright pale sapphire blue eyes with a darker ring around the iris, glowing like lit glass in the white light, eyes wide open in awe, looking up and ahead into the light, lips parted, a fresh face, clean luminous pale porcelain skin with soft freckles across nose, cheeks and shoulders, faint traces of mascara. Copper hair hacked to a ragged jaw-length crop streaming back, and leading the way, the few short new rainbow hairs above her left ear stream forward ahead of her into the light like bright threads. Washed-out black velvet off-the-shoulder top worn bald in patches, raw edges unravelling into loose threads flying, velvet ribbon choker with a small antique cameo, short layered black lace skirt rippling, frayed hem, sheer black tights worn through in small round holes at the knees, bare feet. The white light from ahead lights her face and the front of her body; the back of her is still in night blue, paper stars clinging to her shoulders. Dramatic, alive and unafraid, by eryn

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8k Ultra filigrane texture of fine lines by eryn will it get better? beautiful extinction the lights are out

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Hyper-detailed digital illustration on a photorealistic base, fine ink linework tracing every strand of hair, every fibre of torn paper, the lace and every fraying thread, intricate micro-detail, crisp edges with soft painted shadows. The scene fills the sheet edge to edge, only its outer border ripped into jagged torn edges with loose white fibres, laid on black. The night sky outside the attic window is a sheet of paper, and she is bursting through it. Seen from the side, in mid-air, just past the window, left of centre, wide open white light ahead of her, she rises forward through the narrow white tear, her body angled gently upward, arms reaching ahead into the light, one knee softly bent, the other leg trailing back toward the window, loose and organic, the torn edges of the paper night bursting open around her shoulders. Behind her the dark printed night of rooftops, stars and moon is breaking apart into hundreds of curling paper shards that scatter and tumble in the air, each shard still printed with a fragment of night sky, a star, a roofline, a piece of the moon. Ahead of her, through the opening, nothing but vast pale luminous white light, soft and unknown, pouring back over her. At the far left edge of the picture, cropped by the edge, the open attic window frame she has just left: a weathered sill, its frayed lace curtain blowing outward, and through it a glimpse of the dark attic floor where her starry midnight blue overcoat lies in a heap. A grown woman of about thirty with a soft womanly figure, softly rounded arms, shoulders and thighs, soft oval face, gentle rounded features, soft jawline, very bright pale sapphire blue eyes with a darker ring around the iris, glowing like lit glass in the white light, eyes wide open in awe, looking up and ahead into the light, lips parted, a fresh face, clean luminous pale porcelain skin with soft freckles across nose, cheeks and shoulders, faint traces of mascara. Copper hair hacked to a ragged jaw-length crop streaming back, and leading the way, the few short new rainbow hairs above her left ear stream forward ahead of her into the light like bright threads. Washed-out black velvet off-the-shoulder top worn bald in patches, raw edges unravelling into loose threads flying, velvet ribbon choker with a small antique cameo, short layered black lace skirt rippling, frayed hem, sheer black tights worn through in small round holes at the knees, bare feet. The white light from ahead lights her face and the front of her body; the back of her is still in night blue, paper stars clinging to her shoulders. Dramatic, alive and unafraid, by eryn