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Prompt: The two planeswalkers stood atop a hill overlooking the nascent city, a bastion of hope amidst the scarred landscape. The tempest within Leona's chest swelled with a fierce love for this newfound kinship, a bond forged in the crucible of battle. Yet, she knew that her path was not to linger in one place, but to wander the vast expanses of the Multiverse, bringing the storm's wrath and mercy wherever it was needed.
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Model: Absolute Reality V1.6

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Width: 512
Height: 512
Scale: 2
Steps: 25
Seed: 2012593262
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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