Placeholder: from above: In death's embrace, a Viking Yard lies in his drakkar, adorned with treasures and sword. Secrets linger beneath tranquil waters, waiting to be unveiled. The pressure mounts as I weave this Viking's tale, capturing adventure and mystery. from above: In death's embrace, a Viking Yard lies in his drakkar, adorned with treasures and sword. Secrets linger beneath tranquil waters, waiting to be unveiled. The pressure mounts as I weave this Viking's tale, capturing adventure and mystery.

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from above: In death's embrace, a Viking Yard lies in his drakkar, adorned with treasures and sword. Secrets linger beneath tranquil waters, waiting to be unveiled. The pressure mounts as I weave this Viking's tale, capturing adventure and mystery.

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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