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The Cave of the Damned.

statue, doubles, twins, entangled fingers, Worst Quality, ugly, ugly face, watermarks, undetailed, unrealistic, double limbs, worst hands, worst body, Disfigured, double, twin, dialog, book, multiple fingers, deformed, deformity, ugliness, poorly drawn face, extra_limb, extra limbs, bad hands, wrong hands, poorly drawn hands, messy drawing, cropped head, bad anatomy, lowres, extra digit, fewer digit, worst quality, low quality, jpeg artifacts, watermark, missing fingers, cropped, poorly drawn

2 years ago

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Model

SSD-1B

Guidance Scale

7

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1024 × 1024

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The Cave of the Damned.
[a mouse at the forefront] Outside the security of her hole, the mouse freezes, her tiny heart pounding with a mix of trepidation and determination. The cat, a formidable presence, looms before her, its eyes gleaming with predatory intent. The mouse longs to retreat to the familiar comfort of her sanctuary, but the cat's menacing gaze holds her captive.
Bascilliac IV, a volcanic world. Located in the Jiai Nebula, was one such place. She had visited it this one time and had been forced by circumstances to remain while the local technicians cleaned volcanic ash dust out of her ship’s intakes, and after kicking around the local settlement for several days had discovered that it was a resort town. An inquiry led to information, which in turn led to her discovering that there were natural hot springs and well, curious as to what immersing herself in
a figure emerges from the mists, cloaked in divine radiance. She is the Goddess of Vaccination, her presence a beacon of protection and healing in a world plagued by uncertainty and fear. Her form shimmers with an otherworldly light, her gaze steady and compassionate, as she bestows her blessings upon those in need.
Rows of makeshift structures, constructed from salvaged materials, were scattered throughout the cavern. These served as living quarters, workshops, and communal areas for the bunker's residents. Rustic furnishings, handcrafted from repurposed materials, added a sense of comfort and homeliness to the otherwise stark environment. In one corner, a small hydroponic garden thrived, its verdant greenery providing a stark contrast to the rocky surroundings. The carefully tended plants offered a sourc
[Tilt-Shift Photography] The world above was a distant legend, whispered among Cuties around flickering campfires. They spoke of a sun that had vanished from the sky generations ago, replaced by a colossal fungal overgrowth that blotted out the heavens. What lay beyond this fungal wasteland, none could say for certain. The world outside was a place of myths and nightmares, a place where the air didn't taste of decay, and the earth wasn't a sea of mycelium. Luna's senses were honed to perfection
streetlight effect, It's dark everywhere except for one spot where there's a bright streetlight. The streetlight helps you see things clearly and find your friends easily in that small area.
In the depths of a shadowy cave, the goth model stands amidst sharp stalactites, her gelatinous slime rifle gleaming eerily in the dim light. The cave's darkness amplifies the surreal claymation horror setting, creating a haunting backdrop for the bizarre scene. Skeleton aliens lurk in the shadows, their presence adding to the sense of foreboding. Deadline looms, pressure mounts, yet the goth model's enigmatic gaze hints at a defiance that thrives in the midst of chaos and creativity.
Rows of makeshift structures, constructed from salvaged materials, were scattered throughout the cavern. These served as living quarters, workshops, and communal areas for the bunker's residents. Rustic furnishings, handcrafted from repurposed materials, added a sense of comfort and homeliness to the otherwise stark environment. In one corner, a small hydroponic garden thrived, its verdant greenery providing a stark contrast to the rocky surroundings. The carefully tended plants offered a sourc
Darkness fell as they entered the looming marshes. Mist curled around twisted trees like spectral fingers. Alex shivered, every cracked branch an impending threat. A piercing cry shattered the eerie quiet. They raced toward the sound, emerging in a small clearing. There, suspended above a foggy pool, hung Mikołaj - tiny fists beating futilely against thin air. Below, hulking Spas clawed his way from the water, face twisted in hunger. But Alex saw only her prey: the demon who tormented her mother
streetlight effect, light projection just below
Behind, the plates and pins bear witness like the trees of older groves. But you pay them no more mind than the motors' hums and grunts, eyes only for the vision in your thrall. And me, pressed flat against the mirrored wall with lens a-flutter - sure I'll leave an outlined ghost upon the fogged glass if I don't find release soon! Each calculated step brings your heat skating nearer, bare soles padding o'er rubber worn smooth by countless trials. The tile's your stage, this steam your shroud, an
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