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Prompt: A council of 8 individuals sitting around a table in a dark and ancient room. One of them is a clown, that has white makeup with two red stripes. Another one is a grey haired music producer in a suit with a cigar. Another is a woman with shoulder length black hair and makeup wearing a black dress. Another is a puppet in brown overalls. The faces of the rest are completely obscured by the shadows of their hoods. The faces of all the members are half obscured by a shadow from their hood. Every member is wearing a black cloak on top of the clothes theirs already wearing. Only one individual is a clown. The others are don’t have any special features and their faces are fully obscured by shadows. The room is dark and only lit by torches. On the wall behind them is an emblem of a clowns head. On top of the clowns head is the number 8 and below the number 43.
43hunter

43hunter

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Width: 1024
Height: 856
Scale: 16
Steps: 30
Seed: 582858672
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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