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ACTIVA RASTREAMENTO

ACTIVA RASTREAMENTO

Model: OpenArt SDXL

Prompt:

Pianist playing a grand piano, vintage sepia-toned oil painting, dramatic lighting, detailed hand...Show more
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 707022977
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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