生成一幅四格铅笔素描故事版插图，用黑白石

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提示词：Generate a four-panel pencil sketch storyboard illustration, drawn with black and white graphite lines, featuring dramatic shadows and rough textures. Under the candlelight, in the attic of a stone castle, only one candle flickers in the wind. Anne Hathaway pinches the curled edge of a secret letter with her fingertips, a close-up focused on her fingertip—stained with dried ink, tiny bits of stone embedded under her nails, yet firmly pressing on the words “prohibited food supplies” on the letter, her knuckles turning pale from the pressure. She looks up at the night outside, the camera cuts to her brow: deep brown eyebrows furrow tightly with a wary gaze, but tremble slightly at the thought of the cries of starving people below the tower, like cotton threads stiffened by the cold wind, hiding a trace of suppressed pain. The maidservant hands her a polished short sword; as she reaches to take it, the close-up focuses on her wrist: a faint scar peeks out from under the coarse fabric of her sleeve, left from the last breakout, the cold iron of the hilt presses against her skin, making her fingertips twitch slightly. She lowers her head to pry open the wax seal with the short sword, the moment her eyelashes fall, the long lashes cast shattered shadows beneath her eyes, each blink resembling butterflies flitting across the dimness, her pupils reflecting the wax seal's imprint on the letter, glimmering with fragmented cold light. Sounds of clashing armor come from downstairs; she quickly tucks the letter into her clothing, the close-up shifts to her cheekbone: her originally pale cheeks flush with anxiety, her cheekbones tense, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes no longer soft, instead, they are stretched tight like silk hardened by the cold wind. She grips the short sword against her back, and as she turns, her long hair brushes past the candlelight, sparks splattering onto her skirt, yet she does not look down to brush them off, staring intently at the attic's wooden door, her lip line pressed into a sharp, cold arc, the peaks of her lips showing chapped whiteness. The maid suddenly whispers, "The guards are coming," she abruptly blows out the candle, the close-up shifts to her jawline: the once taut line relaxes slightly with the arrival of darkness, yet appears sharper, pulling the corners of her mouth into a straight, cold line. She moves along the stone wall toward the secret passage, and when her fingertips touch the etched markings of the hidden door, a faint glimmer suddenly lights up in her eyes—that was the mark secretly carved last night when leaving food for the starving, the determination hidden in that faint light, together with the secret letter in her palm, forms an indomitable scene in the darkness. Comic-style layout, storyboard composition. Graphite pencil sketch style, expressive lines, with a dramatically realistic style, featuring strong emotional contrasts. --ar 2:3 --v 7 --c 15 --stylize 192 --sref https://images.gogpt.vip/aigf/m_origin/20250907/1807605/aaaowukcktqf4u70.jpg --sw 368

中文提示词：生成一幅四格铅笔素描故事版插图，用黑白石墨线条绘制，并带有戏剧性的阴影和粗糙的纹理烛火下的密信 石砌城堡的阁楼里，只有一支烛火在风里摇晃，安妮·海瑟薇指尖捏着卷边的密信，特写先落在她的指腹——指腹沾着干涸的墨渍，指甲缝里嵌着细小的石屑，却仍稳稳按着信上“禁运粮草”的字迹，指节因用力泛着青白。她抬眼望向窗外的夜色，镜头切到眉骨：深棕的眉毛随警惕的目光紧紧蹙起，尾端却因想起城楼下饥民的哭声微微发颤，像被寒风吹僵的棉线，藏着一丝压抑的痛苦。 贴身侍女递来一把磨亮的短剑，她抬手去接时，特写聚焦在手腕：粗布袖口下露出一道浅疤，是上次突围时留下的，剑柄的冷铁贴着皮肤，让她指尖轻轻抖了一下。她低头用短剑挑开封蜡，眼睫垂下的瞬间，纤长的睫毛在眼下投出破碎的影，每眨一下，都像蝴蝶振翅掠过眼底的暗沉，瞳孔里映着信上的火漆印，泛着细碎的冷光。 楼下传来盔甲碰撞的声响，她迅速将密信塞进衣襟，特写切到颧骨：原本苍白的脸颊因紧张泛着薄红，苹果肌绷得紧实，眼角的细纹不再柔和，反而像被寒风吹硬的丝绸，紧紧绷着。她握紧短剑贴在腰后，转身时长发扫过烛火，火星溅到裙摆，她却没低头去拍，只盯着阁楼的木门，唇线抿成一道冷硬的弧，唇峰泛着干裂的白。 侍女突然轻呼“卫兵来了”，她猛地吹灭烛火，特写落在下颌线：原本紧绷的线条随黑暗降临反而松弛了几分，却更显锋利，连带着嘴角也抿成冷硬的直线。她贴着石墙往密道移动，指尖摸到密道暗门的刻痕时，眼底忽然亮起一点微光——那是昨夜给饥民留粮时，偷偷刻下的标记，微光里藏着的坚定，和掌心的密信一起，在黑暗里拼成了一帧不屈的画面。漫画式布局，故事板构图。石墨铅笔素描风格，线条富有表现力，具有戏剧性的现实主义风格，情感对比强烈。
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