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Prompt: a giant hand made of corpses hovering over a barren wasteland of corpses and dead soldiers
AJ Clements

AJ Clements

Model: OpenArt SDXL

Prompt:

a giant hand made of corpses hovering over a barren wasteland of corpses and dead soldiers
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 1005344042
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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