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Ashley Montpetit

Ashley Montpetit

Model: Stable Diffusion XL 1.0 (1024)

Prompt:

a very detailed image of the witching hour creepy gothic medieval
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 133963058
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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