🖼️ Loading...
    anime screenshot, 2D cel shaded illustration, drawn animation still, flat cel colors, not photorealistic, 90s theatrical anime cel, hand-inked line, movie quality animation, detailed painted background, atmospheric, negative space, high resolution, muted palette, flat overcast light.
Extreme wide shot at water level in a grey arctic fjord, where a 27-year-old woman in a red drysuit paddles a sea kayak across glassy meltwater, a tiny simple cel figure with her blade mid-stroke, drawn with almost no interior detail. Ahead of her stands the calving face of a glacier — a sheer ice wall sixty meters high and kilometers wide, painted in seams of dirty white, bottle blue, and compressed black grit, its front fractured into leaning towers with a fresh scar where a block has just gone. Growlers and brash ice litter the water between her and it, and a low fog bank erases the wall's far end into nothing. No impossible thing happens, only scale and cold: flat overcast light, no shadows, everything in bone white, gunmetal, and pale glacier blue except the single red spark of her suit. The mirror water doubles the whole face upside down, and empty white sky takes the top third. Her kayak is shorter than one ice tooth on the wall. Cold, clean insignificance — the sound of something enormous about to move.
    Prompt

    anime screenshot, 2D cel shaded illustration, drawn animation still, flat cel colors, not photorealistic, 90s theatrical anime cel, hand-inked line, movie quality animation, detailed painted background, atmospheric, negative space, high resolution, muted palette, flat overcast light. Extreme wide shot at water level in a grey arctic fjord, where a 27-year-old woman in a red drysuit paddles a sea kayak across glassy meltwater, a tiny simple cel figure with her blade mid-stroke, drawn with almost no interior detail. Ahead of her stands the calving face of a glacier — a sheer ice wall sixty meters high and kilometers wide, painted in seams of dirty white, bottle blue, and compressed black grit, its front fractured into leaning towers with a fresh scar where a block has just gone. Growlers and brash ice litter the water between her and it, and a low fog bank erases the wall's far end into nothing. No impossible thing happens, only scale and cold: flat overcast light, no shadows, everything in bone white, gunmetal, and pale glacier blue except the single red spark of her suit. The mirror water doubles the whole face upside down, and empty white sky takes the top third. Her kayak is shorter than one ice tooth on the wall. Cold, clean insignificance — the sound of something enormous about to move.

    Generation Settings

    Parameters used to generate this content

    Created with
    AUTOMATIC1111
    CFG Scale1
    Sampler
    _simple
    Seed0
    Steps8

    Copies the original metadata text embedded by AUTOMATIC1111.

    Info
    Image
    Likes
    23
    Created
    7/26/2026
    Base Model
    Krea 2
    Creator
    Mrpopo714
    Source
    CivitAI
    Models Used

    AI models used to generate this content

    Actions