In the center of a chaotic, swirling world, a figure stands, a work of art in it

In the center of a chaotic, swirling world, a figure stands, a work of art in itself. Her face is a masterpiece of sorrow, her eyes a deep, crimson red, as if they've been etched with pain. Her body is a sculpture of intricate detail, crafted from golden and bronze wire, with a swirly pattern that seems to move with the wind.

Around her neck, a collar of spikes glints in the light, like a crown of thorns. Her horns, made of glass, are curved and delicate, like the petals of a flower. They shimmer in the sunlight, casting a rainbow of colors on the ground.

Behind her, the world seems to melt and flow, as if the very fabric of reality is being torn apart. Red and white polka dots dance across the horizon, like a frenzied dance of destruction. The air is thick with the scent of molten lava, and the ground beneath her feet seems to tremble with the weight of her sorrow.

As she stands, her eyes fixed on the horizon, it's clear that this figure is a work of art, a sculpture of beauty and pain, a testament to the power of the human spirit to endure even in the face of chaos.

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In the center of a chaotic , swirling world , a figure stands , a work of art in itself . Her face is a masterpiece of sorrow , her eyes a deep , crimson red , as if they've been etched with pain . Her body is a sculpture of intricate detail , crafted from golden and bronze wire , with a swirly pattern that seems to move with the wind . Around her neck , a collar of spikes glints in the light , like a crown of thorns . Her horns , made of glass , are curved and delicate , like the petals of a flower . They shimmer in the sunlight , casting a rainbow of colors on the ground . Behind her , the world seems to melt and flow , as if the very fabric of reality is being torn apart . Red and white polka dots dance across the horizon , like a frenzied dance of destruction . The air is thick with the scent of molten lava , and the ground beneath her feet seems to tremble with the weight of her sorrow . As she stands , her eyes fixed on the horizon , it's clear that this figure is a work of art , a sculpture of beauty and pain , a testament to the power of the human spirit to endure even in the face of chaos .

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مقاس

832X1216

تاريخ

Jun 25, 2024

الوضع

SDXL

النوع

cell

Checkpoint & LoRA

Proteus

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