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Prompt: meadow of tulips
Matt Balossi

Matt Balossi

Model: OpenArt SDXL

Prompt:

meadow of tulips
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 1265230115
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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