Model: Ozia┃DeluluANM/v.0.3

Prompt: solo, 1boy, male focus, black hair, short hair, black cloak, cloak, smoke, cowboy shot, from below, dutch angle, looking to the side, half-closed eyes, light smile, head tilt, wind, hood down, clasp at collar, standing on one leg, leaning forward, arms up

A single boy in a heavy black cloak, seen in a low cowboy shot from below at a slight dutch angle, the horizon tipped, the sky opening behind his shoulders. His short black hair is blown across his brow by a crosswind, strands lifting off the right temple, the ends snapping sideways; his head is tilted toward his left shoulder, chin turned so he looks to the side past the frame, half-closed eyes and a faint closed-lip smile that is more wry than warm, one brow faintly raised. He is caught mid-move, balancing on his left leg with his right knee lifted and the toe of his right boot hovering just off the ground, weight rolled onto the outer edge of the standing foot; both arms are flung up and out, the cloak thrown open by the gesture, sleeves sliding back from his wrists. The black cloak is heavy dark wool, hood down and bunched at the nape, a plain silver clasp closed at the collar; its hem bellies out and streams to one side, the fabric creasing into deep folds where the wind folds it back against his hip and thigh. Beneath the cloak a plain dark high-collared tunic and dark trousers, nothing ornamented; bare hands, nothing at his throat but the clasp, his ears unadorned. Grey smoke coils around him in loose ribbons, thickest at the lower left of the frame, drifting upward and to the right with the same wind that lifts his hair and hem, one thin ribbon crossing in front of his shins and dissipating before it reaches his chest. Low sun strikes from the right rear, cold pale light rimming the cloak's lifted edge and the tips of his black hair, leaving his face and the front of the cloak in cool blue-grey shadow; the smoke catches the light on its upper surfaces and turns dull amber where the beam passes through it. Palette held to black wool, cold slate blue, pale bone-white sky and the warm grey-amber of the smoke, nothing else admitted. Behind him nothing but open air and a flat pale sky, no ground detail beyond a bare dark band at the bottom of the frame. Effortlessly cool, wind-torn.