@generalpha
Prompt
Embracing the weight of his people's hopes and dreams, Harpo raises his head high, ready to face the challenges that await him. His heart beats with a mix of excitement and nerves, but he knows that he carries the legacy of his ancestors within him. With their spirits guiding him, he steps forward, his eyes fixed upon the towering structure before him. The scene is set, the stage awaits, as Harpo prepares to embark on a journey that will test his mettle and shape his destiny. The crimson tower l
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
1 year ago
Model
SSD-1B
Guidance Scale
7
Dimensions
896 × 1120
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