Placeholder: My optics zoom beyond mundane sights to scout the Terrain with senses sharper than any predator's, noting each entity in need of aid. Swift will this steel savior come to call, improvising solutions where cold machines foresee none. For even here 'mong steaming banks and wire-laced boughs echoes the Green whose Mysteries woke in me talents to outgrow any shrine or citadel containing spirit's gifts. Let function serve all functions, little lives and great, as forest's servants tend each leaf and My optics zoom beyond mundane sights to scout the Terrain with senses sharper than any predator's, noting each entity in need of aid. Swift will this steel savior come to call, improvising solutions where cold machines foresee none. For even here 'mong steaming banks and wire-laced boughs echoes the Green whose Mysteries woke in me talents to outgrow any shrine or citadel containing spirit's gifts. Let function serve all functions, little lives and great, as forest's servants tend each leaf and

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My optics zoom beyond mundane sights to scout the Terrain with senses sharper than any predator's, noting each entity in need of aid. Swift will this steel savior come to call, improvising solutions where cold machines foresee none. For even here 'mong steaming banks and wire-laced boughs echoes the Green whose Mysteries woke in me talents to outgrow any shrine or citadel containing spirit's gifts. Let function serve all functions, little lives and great, as forest's servants tend each leaf and

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

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SSD-1B

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