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Prompt: Photorealistic close-up of Dimas on the cross, tearful eyes looking toward Jesus. A glowing tear reflects soft divine light, illuminating his face. Rough wooden cross, dark stormy sky, detailed skin with sweat and dirt. Emotional cinematic lighting, aspect ratio
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Eduardo Rodríguez Ortega

Model: Flux (dev)

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Photorealistic close-up of Dimas on the cross, tearful eyes looking toward Jesus. A glowing tear...Show more
Scale: 3
Steps: 28
Seed: 353807689
Width: 1024
Height: 1024

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