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Prompt: Portrait of a witch mixing magic potion, Genrih Valk illustration
ForCryingOutLoud

ForCryingOutLoud

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Prompt:

Portrait of a witch mixing magic potion, Genrih Valk illustration
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 405556182
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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