
@generalpha
Prompt
She stands amidst the arid desert, a young Bene Gesserit adorned in a remarkable Fremen stillsuit, a testament to her adaptability and survival instincts. The suit, intricately woven with a network of tubes, serves as her lifeline in this parched land. The stillsuit's muted colors blend seamlessly with the desert landscape, allowing her to move unnoticed, a ghost in the sand. Its design, passed down through generations of Fremen, is a testament to their ingenuity and resourcefulness.
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



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