#christmaspudding

which one's supposed to be mine?

• Model: ChatGPT 2 (Pro)

• Size: 2224 X 1664 (3.70 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: Hyper-detailed digital illustration on a photorealistic base, fine ink linework tracing every silver charm, every candle flame, every fold of damask and every grain of polished mahogany, crisp edges with soft painted shadows, hushed and cool. The scene is an old family photograph filling almost the whole frame, with only a very narrow white deckled edge, four tiny black album corners, laid flat on black. Camera set far back, wide view down the full length of a long Christmas dinner table in a wealthy modern townhouse dressed in Victorian taste, dark bottle green walls lined with books, oil portraits in heavy frames, a chandelier, tall candles, crystal and silver everywhere. Six elegant grown-ups sit along both sides in dark evening clothes, their faces clearly visible, handsome, polished and absorbed elsewhere. A man reads a book, a woman swirls red wine and talks past her neighbour, another scrolls a phone with a bored face lit cold by the screen, an old man checks a gold pocket watch, two lean together in murmured conversation. Nobody is looking at the child. At the near end of the table sits a little girl of about six on a tall carved chair, small in the frame, the grown-ups and the room towering around her. Right in front of her, a Christmas pudding on a silver dish has been completely dug apart, a crater of dark crumbs and raisins spilling across the white damask, and beside it, right by her free hand, the charms she has dug out lie in a short loose row on the white cloth, each meant to tell one fortune, each bright polished silver with a bold clear shape catching the candlelight, a ring, a thimble, a little anchor, a horseshoe, a bell. In her other small hand she holds up one more, a slender antique silver key with long shaft and teeth, a thin rainbow ribbon tied through its bow and trailing down, red orange yellow green blue violet. She has long pale silver white hair, soft and shining, brushed neat with a black velvet ribbon, warm rosy cheeks lit by a nearby candle, a dusting of freckles, a soft living child's face, bright blue grey eyes with a darker ring around the iris, a catchlight in each. She wears a dark plum velvet dress with a white lace collar. She has turned to look straight at us over her shoulder, the only one in the room looking at anyone, her face calm and a little sleepy, a steady unreadable look, as if she already knows something they do not. Cool silver everywhere, warm light on her face alone. Her pale hair and the rainbow ribbon the brightest things in the room. Masterpiece, delicate, honest, by eryn
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape