Placeholder: Picture this: A dimly lit room, adorned with flickering candlelight. Soft, velvety textures in shades of crimson and rose. A vintage record player gently spinning a vinyl record, filling the air with nostalgic melodies. An old love letter, delicately unfolded, revealing handwritten words that once ignited hearts. In the foreground, a solitary red rose, its petals slightly wilted, symbolizing the passage of time and the bittersweet nature of love. A sepia-toned filter adds a touch of vintage char Picture this: A dimly lit room, adorned with flickering candlelight. Soft, velvety textures in shades of crimson and rose. A vintage record player gently spinning a vinyl record, filling the air with nostalgic melodies. An old love letter, delicately unfolded, revealing handwritten words that once ignited hearts. In the foreground, a solitary red rose, its petals slightly wilted, symbolizing the passage of time and the bittersweet nature of love. A sepia-toned filter adds a touch of vintage char

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Picture this: A dimly lit room, adorned with flickering candlelight. Soft, velvety textures in shades of crimson and rose. A vintage record player gently spinning a vinyl record, filling the air with nostalgic melodies. An old love letter, delicately unfolded, revealing handwritten words that once ignited hearts. In the foreground, a solitary red rose, its petals slightly wilted, symbolizing the passage of time and the bittersweet nature of love. A sepia-toned filter adds a touch of vintage char

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

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SSD-1B

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Picture this: A dimly lit room, adorned with flickering candlelight. Soft, velvety textures in shades of crimson and rose. A vintage record player gently spinning a vinyl record, filling the air with nostalgic melodies. An old love letter, delicately unfolded, revealing handwritten words that once ignited hearts. In the foreground, a solitary red rose, its petals slightly wilted, symbolizing the passage of time and the bittersweet nature of love. A sepia-toned filter adds a touch of vintage char
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