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Mrbat

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Prompt:

1970's dark fantasy book cover paper art dungeons and dragons style drawing of Jhonny Silverhand with minimalist far perspective -- ar 9:16
Width: 640
Height: 640
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 906074868
Sampler: DPM++ SDE Karras

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