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Prompt: A solitary figure stands at the edge of a cliff at sunset, gazing out over a vast, endless ocean. The sky is ablaze with deep oranges and purples, the sun dipping just below the horizon. The wind tousles their hair, and their silhouette is slightly hunched, as if bearing the weight of unspoken thoughts. Below, waves crash against the rocks, symbolizing turmoil, while the horizon offers a sense of hope and calm. The contrast between the turbulent sea and the serene sky evokes a quiet inner struggle, a yearning for peace amidst chaos.
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Pzzz

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Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 251178229
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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