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Prompt: emperor's white dragon with glowing yellow eyes, floating sky palace background, old chinese style, hyper realistic
Nate

Nate

Model: nitrosocke/redshift-diffusion

Prompt:

emperor's white dragon with glowing yellow eyes, floating sky palace background, old chinese style, hyper realistic
Width: 512
Height: 512
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 636216698
Sampler: DPM Solver++

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