Lolita dress: Snow White in Mirror

强度：0.7-0.8（和角色lora共同使用时使用0.8强度，但不宜过高，容易过拟合）

1.素材原因，细节处很模糊，所以非常推荐使用二重采样或高清放大。

2.裙子的细节容易丢失或改变，比如胸前的蝴蝶结很容易改变颜色，缎带很容易消失，裙摆上的玫瑰装饰也容易消失或数量错误，还有粉色前襟容易变成蓝色。

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Strength: 0.7-0.8（Use 0.8 when combining with character LoRAs, but avoid excessively high values to prevent overfitting）

1.Due to source material, details can appear blurry. Double sampling or HD upscaling is highly recommended.

2.Dress details can be lost or altered. For example, the bow on the chest may change color, ribbons may disappear, rose decorations on the skirt may vanish or appear incorrect in number, and the pink front panel may turn blue.

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白雪女王颤巍巍地打开皇宫地下室的门，走进这尘封五十年的禁地。

偌大的地下室里黯淡无光，空旷至极。

门口火把的光线射入，越过岁月的尘埃，堪堪照亮这黑暗中唯一的物件：

一面陈旧却华丽的镜子——那是魔镜，曾经回答她的继母谁是世界上最美丽的人的魔镜。

但如今的白雪公主却早已和美丽一词无关，她仅仅是一个衰老、疲惫，如风中残烛般的女王，除了她的尊号，再没有什么能将她和年轻时的绝世容颜联系起来。

白雪女王缓缓走近魔镜，伸手抚上落满灰尘的镜框。

魔镜似乎认出了她，变得躁动起来，一阵强光闪过，女王只觉得自己被一股力量抽离了地下室，身处一片浓雾之中。

她身边走马灯似的闪现画面：

幼年时和继母快乐玩耍的无忧无虑；

继母得知魔镜的答案后的雷霆盛怒；

被猎人饶过屠刀后丢在森林中的恐惧迷茫；

被七个小矮人围绕着的欢声笑语；

吞下毒苹果的窒息绝望；

王子的深情一吻，和王子的盛大婚礼，成为世界上最幸福的人。

但所有人都知道，幸福决难永恒：

丈夫早逝、七个小矮人也受限于矮人族那短暂的寿命，接连离开了世界，而白雪公主成为了白雪女王，余生交付予繁重的国事......

往昔的画面如暴风雪般席卷白雪女王的脑海，魔镜仿佛要彻底击垮女王的灵魂。

但很快，回忆消失了，裹挟周身的浓雾散去，女王发现自己身处一片冬夜的森林之中，清澈的夜空飘着小雪，一个女孩正朝自己走过来。

女孩一头散乱的黑发，肤色仿佛白雪，穿着一条做工复杂、装饰繁复的长裙，茫然地行走在雪夜之中。

白雪女王知道，那是年少时的自己，被猎人丢弃在森林中的自己。

她忽然明白了魔镜将她带回这个时刻的意图：

当年的白雪公主，生母病故、继母嫉恨、父亲也不再庇护她，她失去了一切可以依靠的人或事，似僵尸般孑孓独行于这雪夜；

而如今的白雪女王，失去了丈夫，失去了矮人挚友们，就连仇敌都早已灰飞烟灭，苍老的生命尽头所剩下的，也只是虚无与迷茫，仿若行尸走肉......

是的，经历过两次生死边缘，她活下来了，被矮人收留、被王子拯救、成为女王。但当她拥有的一切又化为尘土，镜中那个行走在死亡边缘的渺小身影，似乎才是生命最赤裸的真相——她终究回到了这个迷路的雪夜。

女王手中不知何时多了个硕大饱满的红苹果，她轻轻将红苹果放在白雪公主的必经之路上——

她终于回忆起了，当年的自己在雪地中捡到苹果时，是多么的快乐开心，她吃下红苹果，带着笃信被命运眷顾的勇气，重新向前走去，最终闯入了七个小矮人的房子......

白雪女王笑了，浓雾再起。

永别了，白雪公主。

碎碎念：

虽然不知道有没有人能看完，不过这确实是我最近写的最投入的一个小故事了。这套衣服本来的名字就叫镜中白雪，这个名字就很容易勾起人的联想：白雪公主故事里的镜子，当然是魔镜了，但是白雪公主什么情况下会去照这面引发她的家庭悲剧的镜子呢？她心地善良、生活幸福美满，肯定不会去照这面镜子的吧。所以自然而然地，我想到了行将就木的白雪女王拖着沉重脚步迈向魔镜的画面，她此时是如何看待这面镜子呢，她又会问镜子什么呢？于是我开始和deepseek讨论这个问题，讨论很多轮后，这个画面的指向性终于渐渐明晰：生命中的一切额外色彩都褪去之后，饱经沧桑的白雪女王和那个雪夜里迷路的白雪公主重新融为了一体。

这个虚无主义的但又稍有那么一点温情的想法攫住了我，我很快地写下了这么一段文字。

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The Queen Snow White tremblingly opened the palace basement door and stepped into this sealed-off place, untouched for fifty years.

The vast basement was dimly lit and utterly empty.

The light from a torch at the doorway pierced through the dust of the years, barely illuminating the only object in the darkness:

An old yet ornate mirror – the Magic Mirror, which once told her stepmother who was the fairest in the land.

But the title "fairest" had long since departed the Queen. Now she was merely an aged, weary monarch, like a candle flame in a storm. Nothing linked her to the peerless beauty of her youth except her regal title.

The Queen slowly approached the Magic Mirror and reached out to touch its dust-covered frame.

The Magic Mirror seemed to recognize her and grew restless. A blinding flash engulfed her, and she felt herself pulled from the basement into a thick fog.

Images flashed around her like scenes from a revolving lantern:

The carefree happiness of her childhood, playing joyfully with her stepmother;

Her stepmother’s furious rage upon hearing the mirror's answer;

The terror and confusion of being abandoned in the forest after the Huntsman spared Snow White;

The happy laughter surrounded by the Seven Dwarfs;

The suffocating despair of Snow White choking on the poisoned apple;

The Prince’s tender kiss, his grand wedding, Snow White becoming the happiest person in all the world.

But everyone knows happiness rarely lasts forever:

Her husband died young; the Seven Dwarfs, bound by the short lifespan of their kind, left the world one by one. And Snow White became Queen Snow White, her remaining life consumed by the burdens of ruling a kingdom...

Memories like a blizzard assailed the Queen’s mind. The Magic Mirror seemed intent on shattering her soul entirely.

Soon, the recollections faded. The dense fog enveloping her dispersed, and Queen Snow White found herself in a forest on a winter's night. Snowflakes drifted under a clear night sky as a young girl walked towards her.

The girl had messy black hair, skin as white as snow, and wore an elaborate, intricately decorated long dress, wandering aimlessly through the snowy night.

She knew this was Snow White – her younger self abandoned in the forest by the Huntsman.

Suddenly, she understood the Magic Mirror's purpose in bringing her back to this moment:

Back then, Snow White, her birth mother dead, hated by her stepmother, no longer shielded by her father, had lost everyone and everything she could rely on. She walked like a soulless ghost in this snow;

Now, Queen Snow White had lost her husband, lost her dear friends the dwarfs, even her enemies had turned to dust. At the end of her aged life, she was left with emptiness and confusion, like a mere shadow wandering...

Yes, Snow White had survived three brushes with death – taken in by the dwarfs, saved by the prince, crowned as queen. But when everything she gained turned to dust, the small figure walking the edge of death reflected in the mirror seemed the starkest truth of her life – she had finally returned to this walk in the snow.

The Queen found herself holding a plump, bright red apple. She gently placed it on the path the lost princess must take.

She remembered it vividly now – how Snow White had rejoiced upon finding that apple in the snow. Snow White ate it, and filled with the courage of one blessed by fate, walked on until she stumbled upon the cottage of the Seven Dwarfs...

Queen Snow White smiled. The thick fog rose once more.

"Farewell, Snow White."

PS:

Not sure if anyone read this far, but this really is the story I poured my heart into the most recently. The original name for this outfit set is "Snow White in the Mirror". That name naturally sparks a train of thought: the mirror from Snow White's tale – of course it's the Magic Mirror. But under what circumstances would Snow White ever look into the same mirror that caused her family tragedy?

She was kind-hearted and lived a happy, fulfilled life. Surely, she'd never seek out that mirror again, right? So quite naturally, I pictured the image of the aged Queen Snow White, with heavy steps nearing the end of her life, finally approaching the Magic Mirror. At that moment, how would she view the mirror? What question would she ask it?

That's when I began bouncing ideas off DeepSeek. After several rounds of discussion, the direction for this scene gradually crystallised: After all the additional colors of life fade away, the weathered Queen Snow White and the lost Snow White from that snowy night truly become one again.

This idea – nihilistic yet somehow, strangely comforting – gripped me. And so, I quickly wrote those words.