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nightgow

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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As the final moments of her incubation ticked away, a surge of energy coursed through her veins, awakening her senses. Her eyelids fluttered, and with a gentle grace, her eyes opened for the first time, revealing orbs of inquisitive wonder. The sight that greeted her was both awe-inspiring and overwhelming. She found herself encased within a transparent shell, perched atop the surface of Pandora. Rays of iridescent sunlight pierced through the dense atmosphere, casting a kaleidoscope of colors u
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Sable braids stream moon-bright in zero-g, shedding faerie starshine where sterile alloys drink not its luminance. Electrically keen eyes scan for sparks of spirit in these circuits sapped of soul, their amber gleam a beacon to any watching. Your rippling limbs maneuver weightless 'mid girders and gangways in a waltz no wires or circuits can mimic. Och gentle huntress, guide lost souls through these barren byways as only your wildwood spirit can! With faerie light that puts circuits to shame, re
As the final moments of her incubation ticked away, a surge of energy coursed through her veins, awakening her senses. Her eyelids fluttered, and with a gentle grace, her eyes opened for the first time, revealing orbs of inquisitive wonder. The sight that greeted her was both awe-inspiring and overwhelming. She found herself encased within a transparent shell, perched atop the surface of Pandora. Rays of iridescent sunlight pierced through the dense atmosphere, casting a kaleidoscope of colors u
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Rare blonde angel with pale skin, she looks like a faun with little crone horns and small white feather wings
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Sable braids stream moon-bright in zero-g, shedding faerie starshine where sterile alloys drink not its luminance. Electrically keen eyes scan for sparks of spirit in these circuits sapped of soul, their amber gleam a beacon to any watching. Your rippling limbs maneuver weightless 'mid girders and gangways in a waltz no wires or circuits can mimic. Och gentle huntress, guide lost souls through these barren byways as only your wildwood spirit can! With faerie light that puts circuits to shame, re

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