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Prompt: "Your control over the tempest is remarkable," Elspeth said, her voice carrying over the storm's murmur. "But beware, the power you wield can consume you. It is a dance of life and death."
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Model: Absolute Reality V1.6

Prompt:

"Your control over the tempest is remarkable," Elspeth said, her voice carrying over the storm's murmur. "But beware, the power you wield can consume you. It is a dance of life and death."
Width: 512
Height: 512
Scale: 2
Steps: 25
Seed: 2024651053
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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