Genur.art

<lora:training_3119606-20260924162420539-ye4a:1> retro traditional art style, soft blended lighting, smooth shading, gentle colors, <lora:training_3119606-20261105134325193-leta:0.8> wide-angle lens, deep perspective, low camera angle, dark horror-comedy illustration, detailed painterly style. Huge abandoned Japanese western-style mansion at cold dusk, cracked walls, broken windows, overgrown dead yard, stone steps leading to enormous heavy double doors, slightly ajar. A gigantic purple-skinned monster Ao Oni with a bald oversized human face and black dot eyes peeks out of the dark gap, head nearly touching the door frame, far in the background. He is deeply irritated and annoyed: furrowed brows, clenched teeth, tense scowl, side glare, head slightly turned, looking at Hiroshi with fed-up contempt, as if the boy really gets on his nerves. His right arm is stretched perfectly straight toward the camera at chest height, aimed at the lens and not at Hiroshi, palm open and turned upward and slightly sideways, fingers loosely curled, thumb raised, like a rapper who just tossed an object. The other hand rests on the door edge. He is not reaching or chasing. In the middle distance, off to the side of the arm line, a very small doll-sized schoolboy Hiroshi, the size of a thrown playing card, flies toward the viewer headfirst, with a long gap of air and speed streaks between him and the monster. Messy spiky WHITE hair blown back, square glasses sliding off, white scarf whipping behind him, black gakuran with gold buttons, BROWN leather shoes. His tiny face is distorted by speed: cheeks rippling, bulging black dot eyes, flying tears, mouth wide open in a desperate scream, flying sweat drop. Dense motion lines from the door toward the camera, motion blur on the edges, Ao Oni stays still and sharp, dim creepy light from the doorway.