#původní #obrázek #komiks
napromptoval jsem jen rychle GPT4o, aby napsalo scénář, a pak v novém okně po něm ten scénář chtěl namalovat:
please create a detailed description of a few panel page of a comics, written in style of Fables, archetypal stories, semi-realistic look, and currently the hero (you can't see if it's a man or a woman) is going through a dark forest for three narrow panels, ruminating about never being able to find it, and then in the last panel, half the page, discovers on a meadow a crystalline hut slash chateau in art noveau architecture - this description will be used by a comics artist to draw the page
please create THE semi-realistic super-detailed comics drawing based on this script
Page X — "The Forest and the Crystal Chateau"
Overall mood: Dark, dreamlike, atmospheric. The first three panels are narrow and claustrophobic, immersed in the oppressive, tangled woods. The last panel opens wide, airy, and quietly awe-inspiring, like a sudden breath after suffocation. Colors shift from deep, muted greens and browns to pale, radiant silvers and blues.
Panel 1
Tall vertical panel, narrow and tense.
The hero, cloaked and hooded, trudges alone through a dense, ancient forest. Gnarled trees, with roots like twisted claws, crowd the frame, leaning inward. No path is visible, just chaotic undergrowth and oppressive shadows. The hero is small and partially obscured by hanging branches and leaves. Fog creeps between the trees. The sky above is barely visible through the oppressive canopy.
Caption (inner monologue):
"I have lost the path again. Or maybe there never was one."
Panel 2
Another tall narrow panel, mirroring the first but with a slight shift in composition.
The hero steps over a fallen tree, slipping slightly on moss-covered bark. The perspective is lower, closer to the forest floor, where fungal growths and small pale flowers emerge like quiet watchers. The trees seem to lean more heavily here, their shapes almost grotesque. The hero's posture is weighed down, head slightly bowed. Only the lower half of the face is visible beneath the hood, but unreadable.
Caption (inner monologue):
"How many nights have I circled the same roots, the same broken trees?"
Panel 3
Third narrow panel, a sense of motion.
The hero pushes aside a curtain of heavy, wet branches. Fingers brush against the dripping leaves. There is a faint, silvery glimmer beyond, hard to tell if it is moonlight or something else. The forest is thinning just slightly, but the gloom persists.
Caption (inner monologue):
"Maybe it isn't even real."
Panel 4
Half-page wide panel, breaking free of the confinement.
The hero emerges onto a small, mist-covered meadow. The sky opens, still dusky, but a soft, opalescent glow infuses the scene. Rising from the center of the clearing is a crystalline structure — part hut, part chateau — built in intricate Art Nouveau style. Its organic lines mimic vines and flower stems, with translucent walls like colored glass, subtly glowing from within. Silver and pale blue dominate, with hints of soft gold. Tall, curling spires frame the structure like frozen tendrils of smoke. The meadow is strewn with delicate, moonlit flowers swaying gently.
The hero stands still at the edge of the clearing, small and silhouetted, gazing at the impossible sight. The crystalline chateau feels at once alien and deeply familiar, like something seen in a half-forgotten dream.
No caption. Let the image breathe.