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Prompt: Ghost haunting a sad business man on a train.
Logan McCain

Logan McCain

Model: OpenArt Creative

Prompt:

Ghost haunting a sad business man on a train.
Width: 640
Height: 640
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 77966318
Sampler: DPM Solver++

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