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Prompt: Army of ghouls, phantoms, monsters, demons roaming. Dark forest, moonlit, deep fog, mythical forest.
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Model: WAI-ANI-NSFW-PONYXL

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Army of ghouls, phantoms, monsters, demons roaming. Dark forest, moonlit, deep fog, mythical forest.
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 2
Steps: 70
Seed: 1280085878
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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