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Fight with myself my inner thoughts

ネオトラディショナル白黒2025年7月17日
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Fight with myself my inner thoughts

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Sol de Mayo sun tattoo, open empty circle at        center, no face. Every ray is a wavy flame that hooks at      the tip like a shepherd's crook, curling back. All rays       follow this hooked path. Medium weight outlined rays, not     filled in solid black. Clean balanced blackwork for inner     forearm.                                                                                                                    ▎ Negative prompt: solid black fill, heavy black, color,      shading, gradients, gray tones, face, text, letters,          typography, photograph, skin                                                     ▎ Style: Fine-line (or switch to Dotwork for that version)        Then upload the Gemini version you liked as a Style           Transfer reference.

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