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Prompt: In the shadowed depths of a long-forgotten crypt, where the air is thick with the scent of age and decay, resides a male lich—an ancient sorcerer who has transcended the boundaries of mortality. Clad in tattered robes that whisper of dark enchantments, his skeletal form is both haunting and regal, a testament to the power he wields. His empty eye sockets glow with an eerie, unsettling light, a manifestation of the arcane energies that fuel his existence. Once a formidable wizard in life, he now commands legions of undead minions, summoning them from the depths of the earth to do his bidding. His voice, a chilling echo like the rustling of dry leaves, carries the weight of centuries as he speaks incantations that can bend the very fabric of reality. Despite his skeletal appearance, a sense of ancient wisdom lingers about him, as if he holds the secrets of the universe within his hollowed chest. The male lich is a figure of dread and fascination, drawing in those seeking forbidden knowledge, while also instilling fear in the hearts of the living. In his presence, the air grows cold, and shadows seem to stretch and dance with a mind of their own, as if echoing the dark power that the lich commands. To encounter him is to brush against the edge of eternity, a reminder that life, in its fleeting essence, is but a fragile moment in the vast tapestry of existence.
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Model: RealVisXL V4.0

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In the shadowed depths of a long-forgotten crypt, where the air is thick with the scent of age an...Show more
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 3
Steps: 70
Seed: 995192417
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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