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Prompt: Old man sitting on top of column in middle of desert. 8K. Black and white. HDR. Super detailed. Photorealistic
Wensleydale Fotheringay-Phipps

Wensleydale Fotheringay-Phipps

Model: OpenArt SDXL

Prompt:

Old man sitting on top of column in middle of desert. 8K. Black and white. HDR. Super detailed. Photorealistic
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 615930612
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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