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Prompt: image showing the hope of new day. looking east. In foreground there is green meadows and large reflecting lake. the distended horizons of rugged mountains with snow on the peaks. The sky is completely clear of clouds. <mymodel>
Steven M. Tilley

Steven M. Tilley

Model: 0a210194-718b-437f-9a7d-c6765c80497e

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image showing the hope of new day. looking east. In foreground there is green meadows and large...Show more
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 100
Seed: 201937303

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