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Prompt: see the portal gate to madness locked forever in a veil of shame deny extraction thirst for disgrace watch his break emperor's killed light of the day shadows of beyond scaffold of steel the throne has gone dethroned emperor dark colours, masterpiece, highly detailed, 4k resolution, 3d modelling,abstract art,Burri art
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Francesco Malventi

Model: OpenArt SDXL

Prompt:

see the portal gate to madness locked forever in a veil of shame deny extraction thirst for disgr...Show more
Scale: 11
Steps: 25
Seed: 597862072
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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