![[big hug] In the Frostwood Glade, where the icy winds whisper ancient secrets and the desert sands shift with mysterious intent, an unusual friendship blossomed. Amidst the stark contrast of frozen tundra and scorching dunes, a lone cactus stood tall, its spiky arms outstretched in an embrace around a snowman, his icy form melting under the blazing sun.](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/1920w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vMWI2YTNiNjktZTBlOC00MWRkLTg5MzMtNGQ4ODFjN2FiMGFmLmpwZWc.webp)
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Prompt
[big hug] In the Frostwood Glade, where the icy winds whisper ancient secrets and the desert sands shift with mysterious intent, an unusual friendship blossomed. Amidst the stark contrast of frozen tundra and scorching dunes, a lone cactus stood tall, its spiky arms outstretched in an embrace around a snowman, his icy form melting under the blazing sun.
distorted image, malformed body, malformed fingers
2 months ago
Model
SSD-1B
Guidance Scale
7
Dimensions
1024 × 1024
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