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Prompt: Into the starlit unknown Until the end we follow Nothing but shadows We will never return
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Model: Crystal Clear XL

Prompt:

Into the starlit unknown Until the end we follow Nothing but shadows We will never return
Scale: 7
Steps: 69
Seed: 1265297964
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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