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Prompt: hasme una imagen tipo video juego que se vean varios mundos uno el griego, otro el asiatico y otro el egipto, estos mundos que sean como un tunel que tenga tipo colash
Yerson Arias

Yerson Arias

Model: OpenArt SDXL

Prompt:

hasme una imagen tipo video juego que se vean varios mundos uno el griego, otro el asiatico y otro el egipto, estos mundos que sean como un tunel que tenga tipo colash
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 193022283
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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