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Prompt: As Leona danced with the tempest, she felt its pain and rage, but also its boundless potential for protection and rebirth. The storm was not just a weapon but a living force of nature, and she had been chosen to wield it for the greater good. Her heart pounded in time with the thunder, her soul resonating with the storm's fiery heart.
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Model: Absolute Reality V1.6

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As Leona danced with the tempest, she felt its pain and rage, but also its boundless potential fo...Show more
Width: 512
Height: 512
Scale: 2
Steps: 25
Seed: 1154844654
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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