A Surreal Vision, with a little story by Mojo

Surreal Figurine with Blue Eyes and Butterfly Wings

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MojoArt
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  A Surreal Vision, with a little story by Mojo
  
  Model: FluX
  
  Size: 4608 X 3456 (15.93 MP)
  
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  Prompt: Ray Caesar style, Portrait of woman with amazing big eyes in art pose with Magnolia flower and pale buttermilk color Luna Moth pose, in only two colors: Pale Cerulean and Cocoon colors, monocromatico, Very sweet composition, centered, symmetry, painted, intricate, volumetric lighting, beautiful, rich deep colors masterpiece, sharp focus, ultra detailed, in the style of dan mumford and marc simonetti, astrophotography, centered, symmetry, painted, intricate, volumetric lighting, beautiful, rich deep colors masterpiece, sharp focus, ultra detailed, in the style of dan mumford and marc simonetti, astrophotography, centered, symmetry, painted, intricate, volumetric lighting, beautiful, rich deep colors masterpiece, sharp focus, ultra detailed, in the style of dan mumford and marc simonetti, astrophotography
  
  Face enhance: No
  
  Upscale & Enhance: 0
  
  Aspect Ratio: landscape
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More about A Surreal Vision, with a little story by Mojo

In a world without gravity, she drifted among the stars, her porcelain skin shimmering like moonlight on still water. Her eyes, two crystal pools, reflected the cosmos, while fragile, translucent wings fluttered behind her like breathing dreams.

She was a being of silence, a whisper of the universe, born from the cracks between time and space. On her shoulders bloomed white flowers that never wilted, memories of a forgotten planet. She had no voice, only the soft murmur of light gliding over her wings.

Once in a millennium, someone could see her, not with their eyes, but with their heart. A lone traveler, lost in the night, looked up and saw her floating. For a fraction of a second, he felt something deep inside a melancholic understanding of beauty that could never truly be touched.

Then she vanished again, dissolving into the mist of eternity. But in his dreams, he would always see her, the glass butterfly whispering among the stars.