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Prompt: they have no gods. they work magic, and think they are gods themselves. but they are not. and when they die, they become dust and bone, and their ghosts whine on the wind a little while till the wind blows them away. they do not have immortal souls

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they have no gods. they work magic, and think they are gods themselves. but they are not. and when they die, they become dust and bone, and their ghosts whine on the wind a little while till the wind blows them away. they do not have immortal souls
they have no gods. they work magic, and think they are gods themselves. but they are not. and whe... [more]
Model: Stable Diffusion
Width: 512Height: 512
Seed: 1716084159

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