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Prompt: An honorable Greek god, holding a trident in front of a turbulent sea with crashing waves, with a beard like Poseidon. There is a plaque below the god, inscribed with “DO WHAT IS RIGHT”
Owen O'Malley

Owen O'Malley

Model: OpenArt SDXL

Prompt:

An honorable Greek god, holding a trident in front of a turbulent sea with crashing waves, with a beard like Poseidon. There is a plaque below the god, inscribed with “DO WHAT IS RIGHT”
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 2138795452
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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