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Bugs #437
Every Bugs token is built from traits that describe a photographic situation: the species in view, the surrounding environment (flower, leaf, moss, bark, water edge), the time of day and lighting, the insect's pose, the focus point and depth of field, and any surface details such as dew or pollen.
The visual style is strictly ultra-realistic macro photography. Insects must be anatomically correct for their species: the correct number of legs, accurately placed antennae, proper segmentation, believable wing structure and realistic eyes and mouthparts. Backgrounds fall away into soft bokeh, while the subject is rendered with crisp, clean detail. Each image aims to feel like a real photograph you could have taken by lying in the grass and waiting for the right moment.

Token information
- Collection
- Bugs
- Token ID
- #437
- Species
- Damselfly
- Environment
- Moss Patch
- Time of Day
- Golden Hour Evening
- Lighting
- Dappled Shade
- Focus and Lens
- Close Cropped Head-and-Eyes Portrait
- Surface Detail
- Pollen-Dusted Body or Legs
- Palette
- Moss and Lichen Tones
- Rarity
- Uncommon
Owner information
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