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Prompt: Make me a landscape for a adventure game it should have a aspect of realism but still look like a fairytale, it should have high mountains and low fields with rivers lakes
Yeti

Yeti

Model: Stable Diffusion XL 1.0 (1024)

Prompt:

Make me a landscape for a adventure game it should have a aspect of realism but still look like a fairytale, it should have high mountains and low fields with rivers lakes
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 1466889285
Sampler: Euler A

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