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score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, zPDXLrl indie game style in the desiccated heart of a withered, once ancient forest, a faint trickle of water limply cascades down a parched, cracked rockface, its dusty mist clinging to the wilted petals of a feeble, dull flower. the air is heavy with the faint stench of decay and rot, as the last remnants of luminescent insects struggle to survive, their weak, flickering lights casting eerie shadows on the dry, cracked earth below. as the flower's center begins to glow with a sickly, yellowish light, a dull, listless energy field emanates from its core, resonating with the forest's dying magic. the scent of damp soil and desperation wafts through the air, drawing in scavengers who are drawn to the flower's meager sustenance and the whispers of the forest's forgotten despair. . creative, innovative, personal storytelling, unique art styles

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score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, zPDXLrl indie game style in the desiccated heart of a withered, once ancient forest, a faint trickle of water limply cascades down a parched, cracked rockface, its dusty mist clinging to the wilted petals of a feeble, dull flower. the air is heavy with the faint stench of decay and rot, as the last remnants of luminescent insects struggle to survive, their weak, flickering lights casting eerie shadows on the dry, cracked earth below. as the flower's center begins to glow with a sickly, yellowish light, a dull, listless energy field emanates from its core, resonating with the forest's dying magic. the scent of damp soil and desperation wafts through the air, drawing in scavengers who are drawn to the flower's meager sustenance and the whispers of the forest's forgotten despair. . creative, innovative, personal storytelling, unique art styles

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score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, zPDXLrl indie game style in the desiccated heart of a withered, once ancient forest, a faint trickle of water limply cascades down a parched, cracked rockface, its dusty mist clinging to the wilted petals of a feeble, dull flower. the air is heavy with the faint stench of decay and rot, as the last remnants of luminescent insects struggle to survive, their weak, flickering lights casting eerie shadows on the dry, cracked earth below. as the flower's center begins to glow with a sickly, yellowish light, a dull, listless energy field emanates from its core, resonating with the forest's dying magic. the scent of damp soil and desperation wafts through the air, drawing in scavengers who are drawn to the flower's meager sustenance and the whispers of the forest's forgotten despair. . creative, innovative, personal storytelling, unique art styles

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7

Steps

35

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Euler a

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167173219

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Image Size

1272 X 1920

Denoising Strength

0.27

Model

Pony ForReal

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1272X1920

Date

Jun 8, 2024

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SDXL

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upscale

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Pony ForReal

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