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Prompt: Illustrate a dramatic steampunk and gothic scene with Dracula defending his fortress at dawn. Dracula, an imposing figure with glowing red eyes, stands on battlements conjuring a black maelstrom. The dark fortress has gothic architecture with steampunk elements like gears and steam cannons. Vampiric minions in dark armor and animated gargoyles ready defenses. Include a swirling maelstrom, mechanical bats, and eerie shadows. Use dawn light to highlight textures and create a dark, adventurous mood
Nicholas Marazoff

Nicholas Marazoff

Model: Coloring book - Lineart

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Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 14
Steps: 100
Seed: 105288404
Strength: 0.75
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras
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