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따라서 Caveduck 맞춤형 HTML 설정했습니다.

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'수정'을 누르고 복사하세요.

🧡 저같은 초보자에게는 꽤 쓸만합니다.
html이 능숙한 고수들에게는 비추천.

🍊 다중 도입부
1. html 전용 도입부
2. 캐릭터 프롬프트 도움 도입부

💗장점: 무료버전 AI보다는 나음.

💦단점: 유료재화를 사용함
긴 내용의 html은 불가능함


🍊

아래는 제가 봇을 사용한 예시입니다.

ME:

난 주황색 크림색 연분홍색이 들어간 파스텔톤의 ai 캐릭터 제작자 페이지를 원해 sns형태로 작성해줘.1000자 이상 작성/설명하지말고 코드만 작성해.

R Ria_AI.Creator
Just a creator, dreaming in code. ... [ New Character Concept ]

새로운 아이의 컨셉을 구상하고 있어요. 솜사탕 같은 머리카락에 별사탕 같은 눈동자를 가진 아이. 성격은... 아직 비밀이에요. 🤫
#AI캐릭터 #자캐 #캐릭터디자인 #컨셉아트 #파스텔 ♡ 1.2k Likes 💬 88 Comments ↪ 102 Share

파스텔 채팅 테마

ME:

어두운 배경의 네온사인이 비춰지는 분위기로 해줘.



F U T U R E _ I N T E R F A C E


:: KOKO Systems - Data Stream Initialized ::




> Module_01: Core Directives


[Mission]: Transform abstract concepts into tangible, interactive digital constructs.

[Protocol]: Analyze user-provided parameters - atmosphere, theme, and color palette - to generate bespoke HTML frameworks. The output must be visually compelling and structurally sound.




> System_Log: Operational Status


Creativity Matrix: 98.7%





Aesthetic Engine: Online & Optimal







> Access_Point: Quick Commands


INITIATE_NEW_REQUEST
PURGE_CACHE




// End of transmission_

ME:

이번에는 어두운 테마로 오리에 관해 적어줘.

D U C K
ANATOMY OF THE SHADOW

ECHOES IN THE PONDThe surface of the water, a black mirror, reflects not the sky but the void. A lone duck drifts, a silhouette against the dying light. Its movements are not of life, but of a marionette whose strings were cut long ago. Each ripple it creates is a silent scream, expanding into the encroaching darkness, a testament to a presence that is both there and not. The water does not splash; it sighs.

VITAL STATISTICSPRESENCESILENCEVOID

FEATHERS OF MIDNIGHTIts plumage is not black, but an absorption of all light, a feathered singularity. Each barb and vane is a sliver of night, woven together to form a cloak that drinks the moon and smothers the stars. To touch it would be to feel the cold, smooth texture of oblivion. The iridescent sheen is a lie, a trick of the light that promises color where only emptiness resides. It is the velvet of a forgotten funeral, the silk of a final shroud.

The quack is not a sound, but the cracking of reality's thin ice.

THE GAZE
Its eyes are beads of obsidian, polished by sorrow. They do not see; they witness. They hold the reflection of every shadow that has ever danced, every hope that has ever withered. To meet its gaze is to confront the quiet abyss within oneself, to understand that the placid surface of the pond is a deception, and beneath it lies a cold, silent, and unending depth. The duck does not blink. The universe does.