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Prompt: Mona Lisa, standing on ground ,open field , A host, of golden daffodils, night, milky way, full from head to toe body shot, in the style of "The Starry Night" by Vincent van Gogh
Steven M. Tilley

Steven M. Tilley

Model: OpenArt SDXL

Prompt:

Mona Lisa, standing on ground ,open field , A host, of golden daffodils, night, milky way, full from head to toe body shot, in the style of "The Starry Night" by Vincent van Gogh

Negative prompt:

legs, thighs, knees, calves, frame
Width: 576
Height: 1024
Scale: 4
Steps: 25
Seed: 1674559265
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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