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Prompt: impressionism hyperrealism painting. In the ethereal realm of indigo brushstrokes, a melancholic figure contemplates solitude by a moonlit lake. The rippling water mirrors the profound reflection of the soul, while the indigo sky weeps with muted hues. An impressionist ode to solitude and introspection, painted on canvas with oils, capturing the essence of poignant serenity.
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impressionism hyperrealism painting. In the ethereal realm of indigo brushstrokes, a melancholic figure contemplates solitude by a moonlit lake. The rippling water mirrors the profound reflection of the soul, while the indigo sky weeps with muted hues. An impressionist ode to solitude and introspection, painted on canvas with oils, capturing the essence of poignant serenity.
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Nipples, Nudity, scantily clad clothes, deformed face, deformed limbs, deformed eyes, crossed eyes, body deformities, deformed teeth, deformed torso, deformed chest, disproportionate body, ugly face, disfigurement
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Model: SDVN7-NijiStyleXL
Width: 800Height: 1024
Scale: 7Steps: 25
Sampler: Seed: 1873523313

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