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Prompt: In fleshy tendrils and oily reaching coils - it comes for you One voice – the Maw - (Chorus – The Cry to the Void) Who will recall us, the weavers of night? Who will unbind us, return us to sight? The Maw she still hungers, the Maw she still waits, But silence now sings, where we once shaped all fate.
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Model: Flux (dev)

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In fleshy tendrils and oily reaching coils - it comes for you One voice – the Maw - (Chorus –...Show more
Scale: 3
Steps: 28
Seed: 753184472
Width: 1024
Height: 1024

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Prompt: In fleshy tendrils and oily reaching coils - it comes for you One voice – the Maw - (Chorus – The Cry to the Void) Who will recall us, the weavers of night? Who will unbind us, return us to sight? The Maw she still hungers, the Maw she still waits, But silence now sings, where we once shaped all fate.