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Prompt: Make statue like the artist itay zalait
Itay zalait

Itay zalait

Model: OpenArt SDXL

Prompt:

Make statue like the artist itay zalait
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 739593606
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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