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Prompt: A wistful figure shrouded in soft, diffuse light stands beneath a vast, cloudy sky at dusk, their eyes shimmering with unspoken yearning. Tendrils of mist curl around their silhouette, blending seamlessly into the dusky horizon where distant mountains fade into an orange-pink glow. Gentle raindrops drift through the air, catching the fading sunlight and adding a shimmering, melancholic atmosphere. The person's outstretched hand reaches toward a faint, glowing orb hovering just beyond grasp, symbolizing elusive desire. Artistic style: dreamy watercolor illustration with ethereal lighting and a contemplative mood, capturing the delicate essence of longing and hope.
Deianaira

Deianaira

Model: Flux (dev)

Prompt:

A wistful figure shrouded in soft, diffuse light stands beneath a vast, cloudy sky at dusk, their...Show more
Scale: 3
Steps: 28
Seed: 1134243857
Width: 1024
Height: 1024

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