![[MARY MAGDALENE, dancing near a wishing well in the desert] I don't know how to love him What to do, how to move him I've been changed, yes really changed In these past few days When I've seen myself I seem like someone else](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/1920w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vNzVlOGRmZGMtZWI4YS00YzE0LTgwY2QtOGYzOGZjNTQ2YTJmLmpwZWc.webp)
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Prompt
[MARY MAGDALENE, dancing near a wishing well in the desert] I don't know how to love him What to do, how to move him I've been changed, yes really changed In these past few days When I've seen myself I seem like someone else
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
Model
SSD-1B
Guidance Scale
7
Dimensions
1024 × 1024
![[MARY MAGDALENE, dancing near a wishing well in the desert] Don't you think it's rather funny I should be in this position? I'm the onе Who's always been So calm so cool No lover's fool Running every show Hе scares me so](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vYWM4ZjkwYjEtZjcwNS00NDBkLWFlMjctZTM2NGI4NTIzNjQ4LmpwZWc.webp)
![[the time of Jesus] close to the old town of Nazareth, a view on the Lake of Genesareth. a young woman in linen dress, she has her wooden rod she looks at the people down around the shore](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vYmY5MDIyYTItMTY2OS00ZDg0LThkNWEtMGI3MmRiODIyZDBjLmpwZWc.webp)


![[MARY MAGDALENE, dancing near a wishing well in the desert] I don't know how to love him What to do, how to move him I've been changed, yes really changed In these past few days When I've seen myself I seem like someone else](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vYzE0MDliODUtNTI5MS00YjFjLWI5ZTMtNWJmZmJhMWYwOWNjLmpwZWc.webp)



![[MARY MAGDALENE, dancing near a wishing well in the desert] Don't you think it's rather funny I should be in this position? I'm the onе Who's always been So calm so cool No lover's fool Running every show Hе scares me so](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vYjU2ODhjZjMtMzE5Zi00OGI4LWE1MjUtN2JjOTA4NWEwNGJhLmpwZWc.webp)
![[in the desert] The sacred knowledge runs your mind in a torrent of visions and sensations. You see the birth and death of stars, the rise and fall of civilizations, the intricate dance of life and death that underlies all existence beyond the physical realm, connecting with the great cosmic web of life. The boundaries between your self and the universe dissolve, and you find yourself floating in a state of pure consciousness. You experience the thoughts and feelings of every living being on thi](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vZmI5Y2FiYzQtNjkyYy00OTA0LWI2NmYtNjBhMDYyMDA3ZjFhLmpwZWc.webp)
![[tattooed Tracey Adams] The twin suns sink low on the horizon as Tracey Adams stands sentinel upon the dune, etched skins shifting in their dying light. She is the last guardian of Tatooine now, all other Defenders fallen these past moons. But her people remain, and while even one dwells in this town she will stand. Long she has kept her lonely vigil here, choosing a vantage apart where she may see and be unseen. Her keen eyes note every shadow, searching for any threat borne on the fading br](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vNDZjYmM1ZWEtYjM3Mi00ODQxLThmZTMtMzQ5MTViMmE3OGI5LmpwZWc.webp)
![[tattoo covered youthful Tracey Adams] The twin suns sink low on the horizon as Tracey Adams stands sentinel upon the dune, etched skins shifting in their dying light. She is the last guardian of Tatooine now, all other Defenders fallen these past moons. Tracey's tattoos witness that long she has kept her lonely vigil here, choosing a vantage apart where she may see and be unseen. Her keen eyes note every shadow, searching for any threat borne on the fading breeze. One hand rests lightly upon](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vMzU5YWM3ZGUtODk4ZC00ZmFjLTg4YmYtMWU3MzdjNWQyMjNjLmpwZWc.webp)