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CyberRealistic

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spectral rendering, old yaken image by daguerreotype cyanoscope, hyper-detailed painting Courbet, pov visit haunted horror house, disgusting 3d-holographic-horror background of anamorphic sculptures by junji-ito and Nicola-Samori, pov run motion blur, Oleg-Shuplyak depth optical illusion, hypnotic illusion, ray-tracing, cinematic-filter, pixiJS rendering

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(nsfw:1.5),deformed faces,frame,asian,portrait,face portrait,face,man face, woman face
  • Created
    10 months ago
  • Resolution
    2048x2048
  • Seed
    1388362505
  • Guidance Scale
    0
  • Step Count
    20
  • Sampler
    DPM++ SDE Karras
  • Base Model
    CyberRealistic
  • Denoising Strength
    0.2

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