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Prompt: Realistic photography. Close up shot of 13 black carnivorous flowers on a black background. Depth of field. Complex composition.
Donna

Donna

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Prompt:

Realistic photography. Close up shot of 13 black carnivorous flowers on a black background. Depth of field. Complex composition.
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 2002883900
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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