Sonata · Token Detail
Sonata #162
Each token in Sonata portrays a stylised subject rendered with elegant ink contours and accented with selective strokes of colour. Rather than realism, the focus is expression: posture, attitude, and line rhythm.
The result is a portrait that feels performed, not illustrated.

Token information
- Collection
- Sonata
- Token ID
- #162
- Figure Gesture
- Forward Lean
- Ink Behaviour
- Fine-Weight Ink
- Colour Accents
- Minimal Accent
- Background Tone
- Pale Grey
- Line Density
- Minimal Lines
- Emotional Tone
- Calm Poise
- Clothing Suggestion
- Loose Top Outline
- Rarity
- Common
Owner information
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