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Prompt: Meantime imperial Neptune heard the sound Of raging billows breaking on the ground. Displeased, and fearing for his watery reign, He reared his awful head above the main, Serene in majesty; then rolled his eyes Around the space of earth, and seas, and skies. He saw the Trojan fleet dispersed, distressed, By stormy winds and wintry heaven oppressed. Full well the god his sister's envy knew, And what her aims and what her arts pursue. He summoned Eurus and the western blast, - Artwork in the style of Aniko Salamon
Angela Francis

Angela Francis

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Meantime imperial Neptune heard the sound Of raging billows breaking on the ground. Displeased, a...Show more
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 379014138
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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