Advent Nights · Token Detail
Advent Nights #51
Advent Nights is a generative art NFT collection that invites viewers into serene winter architectural scenes filled with spiritual reverence and the quiet anticipation of Advent. Each artwork is crafted through a generative process with hand-inked architectural linework complemented by soft watercolor shading, utilizing a muted palette of indigo, pewter, and candle-gold tones.
Token information
- Collection
- Advent Nights
- Token ID
- #51
- Setting
- Riverside Promenade
- Perspective
- View Upward Toward Spire
- Foreground
- Tree Branches Close-Up
- Composition
- Gentle Curve Around Water
- Time
- Moonlit Night
- Weather
- Snow-Haze Mist
- Symbol
- Open Gate
- Symbol Placement
- Symbol Carved High on Wall
- Rarity
- Uncommon
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