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In the heart of a mystical forest, where the veil between reality and imagination is thin, lies a scene of ethereal beauty: The nymphs of the great bathers.

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SSD-1B

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In the heart of a mystical forest, where the veil between reality and imagination is thin, lies a scene of ethereal beauty: The nymphs of the great bathers.
In the heart of a mystical forest, where the veil between reality and imagination is thin, lies a scene of ethereal beauty: The nymphs of the great bathers.
In the heart of a mystical forest, where the veil between reality and imagination is thin, lies a scene of ethereal beauty: The nymphs of the great bathers.
/imagine prompt: woman ninfa water, white woman --s 50 --q 4
In the heart of a mystical forest, where the veil between reality and imagination is thin, lies a scene of ethereal beauty: The nymphs of the great bathers.
In the heart of a mystical forest, where the veil between reality and imagination is thin, lies a scene of ethereal beauty: The nymphs of the great bathers.
Work inspired by William Blake
Love demands songs and my flute does not give in to love, but the day is already fleeing and the afternoon brings twilight again. You, Daphnis, take the flock from here
In the heart of a mystical forest, where the veil between reality and imagination is thin, lies a scene of ethereal beauty: The nymphs of the great bathers.
In the heart of a mystical forest, where the veil between reality and imagination is thin, lies a scene of ethereal beauty: The nymphs of the great bathers.
Love demands songs and my flute does not give in to love, but the day is already fleeing and the afternoon brings twilight again. You, Daphnis, take the flock from here
I walk into a lake of light looking for swelling siren in the night’s throat
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