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Prompt: The healing of Anfortas the Fisher King from Arthurian legend.
Christian Camilleri

Christian Camilleri

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Prompt:

The healing of Anfortas the Fisher King from Arthurian legend.
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 802534267
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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