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    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the woman’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. Her face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    best quality, masterpiece, surreal, absurdes, dreamlike, separation line between heaven and hell, water, lava, waves, rock cliff, (contrast environment design:1.4), (one side is brighter other side is darker:1.3), dramatic sky, intricate design, magic and mystery, scenery, outdoors, Bursts of energy illuminate scene, The slate gray atmosphere is dark and mysterious, shrouded in fog and darkness. The scenery is disturbing, unsettling, and hauntingly captivating, evoking a gloomy and melancholy mood. With a deep perspective and horizon, the contrast lighting during a dramatic night enhances the poignant atmosphere.vanishing point, horizon line, intricate, detailed, aesthetic, artistic, torm of the century, deep horizon, rain, rough ocean, storm, night, clouds, fog, rainy, reflections, light particles, glowing, haunted green swirling souls, gloomy, horror theme, digital painting, inspired by Andreas Rocha, Peter Mohrbacher, ivan aivazovsky, dan mumford,Daniel Dociu, dark fantasy art, cinematic, dynamic lighting, light particles, digitaly enchanced, dark colors, dramatic, cthulhu mythos, cthulhu, wide angle, epic, <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.4> <lora:great_lighting:0.3> great lighting <lora:sinfully_stylish_SDKL:0.3> <lora:tbh160-sdxl:0.25> style of Dan Mumford
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition, cool, nice, pakistan,
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition, cool, nice, pakistan,
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition, cool, nice, pakistan,
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition, cool, nice, pakistan,
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition, cool, nice, pakistan,
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition, cool, nice, pakistan,
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition, cool, nice, pakistan,
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition, cool, nice, pakistan,
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition, cool, nice, pakistan,
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition, cool, nice, pakistan,
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition, cool, nice, pakistan,
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition, cool, nice, pakistan,
    (masterpiece), (extremely intricate:1.3), (realistic), bright lighting, (bright green aesthetic:1.3), (moss style:1), a female shaman holding a cane, standing on a rocky precipice overlooking a vast, sunlit valley dotted with ancient ruins and dense forests. meticulous flower decorated shawl, a flowing green cloak made of leaves flutters behind her in the mountain breeze, flower bloom on her clothing. Distant waterfall, deep gray storm clouds, sharp focus, dramatic, award winning, cinematic lighting, octane render unreal engine, plants in foreground,
    a seasoned female warrior standing on a rocky precipice overlooking a vast, sunlit alien landscape valley dotted with ancient ruins and dense forests. Her leather armor, worn yet meticulously maintained, carries the scars of countless battles, and a flowing green cloak flutters behind her in the mountain breeze, The distant roar of a waterfall mingles with the calls of unseen creatures, creating an atmosphere of both serenity and tension. Overhead, storm clouds gather, their deep grays contrasting with the vibrant emerald and gold tones of the alien landscape below, 8k, photorealistic, photorealism, uhd, ultra-detailed
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the woman’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. Her face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    a seasoned female warrior standing on a rocky precipice overlooking a vast, sunlit alien landscape valley dotted with ancient ruins and dense forests. Her leather armor, worn yet meticulously maintained, carries the scars of countless battles, and a flowing green cloak flutters behind her in the mountain breeze, The distant roar of a waterfall mingles with the calls of unseen creatures, creating an atmosphere of both serenity and tension. Overhead, storm clouds gather, their deep grays contrasting with the vibrant emerald and gold tones of the alien landscape below, 8k, photorealistic, photorealism, uhd, ultra-detailed, photography, f/8 photo
    best quality, masterpiece, surreal, absurdes, separation line between heaven and hell, water, lava, waves, contrast environment design, one side is brighter other side is darker, dramatic sky, intricate design, magic and mystery, scenery, outdoors, Bursts of energy illuminate scene, The slate gray atmosphere is dark and mysterious, shrouded in fog and darkness. The scenery is disturbing, unsettling, and hauntingly captivating, evoking a gloomy and melancholy mood. With a deep perspective and horizon, the contrast lighting during a dramatic night enhances the poignant atmosphere.vanishing point, horizon line, intricate, detailed, aesthetic, artistic, torm of the century, deep horizon, rain, rough ocean, storm, night, clouds, fog, rainy, reflections, light particles, glowing, haunted green swirling souls, gloomy, horror theme, digital painting, inspired by Andreas Rocha, Peter Mohrbacher, ivan aivazovsky, dan mumford, dark fantasy art, cinematic, dynamic lighting, light particles, digitaly enchanced, dark colors, dramatic, cthulhu mythos, cthulhu, wide angle, epic, <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.4> <lora:great_lighting:0.3> great lighting <lora:sinfully_stylish_SDKL:0.3> <lora:tbh160-sdxl:0.25> style of Dan Mumford
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the woman’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. Her face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    (masterpiece), (extremely intricate:1.3), (realistic), bright lighting, (bright green aesthetic:1.3), (moss style:1), a female shaman standing on a rocky precipice overlooking a vast, sunlit valley dotted with ancient ruins and dense forests. meticulous flower decorated shawl, a flowing green cloak made of leaves flutters behind her in the mountain breeze. Distant waterfall, deep gray storm clouds, sharp focus, dramatic, award winning, cinematic lighting, octane render unreal engine, plants in foreground, from behind,
    (masterpiece), (extremely intricate:1.3), (realistic), bright lighting, (bright green aesthetic:1.3), (moss style:1), a female shaman standing on a rocky precipice overlooking a vast, sunlit valley dotted with ancient ruins and dense forests. meticulous flower decorated shawl, a flowing green cloak made of leaves flutters behind her in the mountain breeze. Distant waterfall, deep gray storm clouds, sharp focus, dramatic, award winning, cinematic lighting, octane render unreal engine, plants in foreground,
    (masterpiece), (extremely intricate:1.3), (realistic), bright lighting, (bright green aesthetic:1.3), (moss style:1), a female druid holding flowers, wandering the ruins of a city. It has long been overgrown by moss and plants. The city has become verdant with plant life. A meticulous flower decorated shawl, a flowing green cloak made of leaves flutters behind her in the mountain breeze, flower bloom on her clothing. Distant waterfall, deep gray storm clouds, sharp focus, dramatic, award winning, cinematic lighting, octane render unreal engine, plants in foreground, from behind,
    best quality, masterpiece, surreal, absurdes, separation line between heaven and hell, water, lava, waves, contrast environment design, one side is brighter other side is darker, dramatic sky, intricate design, magic and mystery, scenery, outdoors, Bursts of energy illuminate scene, The slate gray atmosphere is dark and mysterious, shrouded in fog and darkness. The scenery is disturbing, unsettling, and hauntingly captivating, evoking a gloomy and melancholy mood. With a deep perspective and horizon, the contrast lighting during a dramatic night enhances the poignant atmosphere.vanishing point, horizon line, intricate, detailed, aesthetic, artistic, torm of the century, deep horizon, rain, rough ocean, storm, night, clouds, fog, rainy, reflections, light particles, glowing, haunted green swirling souls, horror theme, digital painting, inspired by Andreas Rocha, Peter Mohrbacher, ivan aivazovsky, dan mumford, dark fantasy art, cinematic, dynamic lighting, light particles, digitaly enchanced, dark colors, dramatic, cthulhu mythos, cthulhu, wide angle, epic, <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.4> <lora:great_lighting:0.3> great lighting <lora:sinfully_stylish_SDKL:0.3> <lora:tbh160-sdxl:0.25> style of Dan Mumford <lora:zavy-cntrst-sdxl:0.2> chiaroscuro
    best quality, masterpiece, surreal, absurdes, separation line between heaven and hell, water, lava, massive waves, light beams, contrast environment design, one side is brighter other side is darker, dramatic sky, intricate design, magic and mystery, scenery, outdoors, Bursts of energy illuminate scene, The slate gray atmosphere is dark and mysterious, shrouded in fog and darkness. The scenery is disturbing, unsettling, and hauntingly captivating, evoking a gloomy and melancholy mood. With a deep perspective and horizon, the contrast lighting during a dramatic night enhances the poignant atmosphere.vanishing point, horizon line, intricate, detailed, aesthetic, artistic, torm of the century, deep horizon, rain, rough ocean, storm, night, clouds, fog, rainy, reflections, light particles, glowing, haunted green swirling souls, horror theme, digital painting, inspired by Andreas Rocha, Peter Mohrbacher, ivan aivazovsky, dan mumford, dark fantasy art, cinematic, dynamic lighting, light particles, digitaly enchanced, dark colors, dramatic, cthulhu mythos, cthulhu, wide angle, epic, <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.4> <lora:great_lighting:0.3> great lighting <lora:sinfully_stylish_SDKL:0.3> <lora:tbh160-sdxl:0.25> style of Dan Mumford <lora:zavy-cntrst-sdxl:0.2> chiaroscuro
    best quality, masterpiece, surreal, absurdes, dreamlike, separation line between heaven and hell, water, lava, waves, rock cliff, (contrast environment design:1.4), (one side is brighter other side is darker:1.3), dramatic sky, intricate design, magic and mystery, scenery, outdoors, Bursts of energy illuminate scene, The slate gray atmosphere is dark and mysterious, shrouded in fog and darkness. The scenery is disturbing, unsettling, and hauntingly captivating, evoking a gloomy and melancholy mood. With a deep perspective and horizon, the contrast lighting during a dramatic night enhances the poignant atmosphere.vanishing point, horizon line, intricate, detailed, aesthetic, artistic, torm of the century, deep horizon, rain, rough ocean, storm, night, clouds, fog, rainy, reflections, light particles, glowing, haunted green swirling souls, gloomy, horror theme, digital painting, inspired by Andreas Rocha, Peter Mohrbacher, ivan aivazovsky, dan mumford, Daniel Defoe, dark fantasy art, cinematic, dynamic lighting, light particles, digitaly enchanced, dark colors, dramatic, cthulhu mythos, cthulhu, wide angle, epic, <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.4> <lora:great_lighting:0.3> great lighting <lora:sinfully_stylish_SDKL:0.3> <lora:tbh160-sdxl:0.25> style of Dan Mumford
    (masterpiece), (extremely intricate:1.3), (realistic), bright lighting, (bright green aesthetic:1.3), (moss style:1), a female druid holding a cane, standing on a rocky precipice overlooking a vast, sunlit valley dotted with ancient ruins and dense forests. meticulous flower decorated shawl, a flowing green cloak made of leaves flutters behind her in the mountain breeze, flower bloom on her clothing. Distant waterfall, deep gray storm clouds, sharp focus, dramatic, award winning, cinematic lighting, octane render unreal engine, plants in foreground, from behind,
    (masterpiece), (extremely intricate:1.3), (realistic), bright lighting, (bright green aesthetic:1.3), (moss style:1), a female druid holding flowers, wandering the ruins of a city. It has long been overgrown by moss and plants. The city has become verdant with plant life. A meticulous flower decorated shawl, a flowing green cloak made of leaves flutters behind her in the mountain breeze, flower bloom on her clothing. Distant waterfall, deep gray storm clouds, sharp focus, dramatic, award winning, cinematic lighting, octane render unreal engine, plants in foreground, from behind,
    Art Style: Studio Ghibli-inspired whimsical fantasy, with soft lines and a focus on a mystical desert landscape. Image Generation Prompt: Create an illustration of a dramatic stormy seascape at twilight, where the sky is a tumultuous blend of dark grays and deep blues, punctuated by flashes of electric white lightning that illuminate the clouds. The ocean roars with crashing waves, their crests frothing in shades of teal and midnight blue, reflecting the chaotic energy of the storm. In the foreground, jagged rocks jut out from the shoreline, slick with rain and glistening under the intermittent bursts of lightning. Striking, oversized seaweed in vibrant hues of emerald and crimson clings to the rocks, swaying violently in the gusty winds. A group of mythical sea creatures, resembling a fusion of mermaids and storm spirits, emerge from the churning waters, their scales shimmering with iridescent colors that mirror the stormy sky. Their hair flows like tendrils of sea foam, and their eyes glow with an otherworldly light, capturing the intensity of the moment. Above, dark clouds swirl ominously, while occasional flashes of lightning reveal the silhouettes of distant ships battling the tempest, their sails billowing dramatically against the fierce winds.
    best quality, masterpiece, surreal, absurdes, separation line between heaven and hell, water, lava, waves, contrast environment design, one side is brighter other side is darker, dramatic sky, intricate design, magic and mystery, scenery, outdoors, Bursts of energy illuminate scene, The slate gray atmosphere is dark and mysterious, shrouded in fog and darkness. The scenery is disturbing, unsettling, and hauntingly captivating, evoking a gloomy and melancholy mood. With a deep perspective and horizon, the contrast lighting during a dramatic night enhances the poignant atmosphere.vanishing point, horizon line, intricate, detailed, aesthetic, artistic, torm of the century, deep horizon, rain, rough ocean, storm, night, clouds, fog, rainy, reflections, light particles, glowing, haunted green swirling souls, gloomy, horror theme, digital painting, inspired by Andreas Rocha, Peter Mohrbacher, ivan aivazovsky, dan mumford, dark fantasy art, cinematic, dynamic lighting, light particles, digitaly enchanced, intricate, dark colors, dramatic, cthulhu mythos, cthulhu, wide angle, epic, <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.4> <lora:great_lighting:0.3> great lighting <lora:sinfully_stylish_SDKL:0.3> <lora:tbh160-sdxl:0.25> style of Dan Mumford
    a female ranger standing on a rocky precipice overlooking a vast, sunlit valley dotted with ancient ruins and dense forests. meticulous leather armor, a flowing green cloak flutters behind her in the mountain breeze. Distant waterfall, deep gray storm clouds, vibrant emerald and gold landscape below. rear view. photorealistic, 8k
    Art Style: Studio Ghibli-inspired whimsical fantasy, with soft lines and a focus on a mystical desert landscape. Image Generation Prompt: Create an illustration of a dramatic stormy seascape at twilight, where the sky is a tumultuous blend of dark grays and deep blues, punctuated by flashes of electric white lightning that illuminate the clouds. The ocean roars with crashing waves, their crests frothing in shades of teal and midnight blue, reflecting the chaotic energy of the storm. In the foreground, jagged rocks jut out from the shoreline, slick with rain and glistening under the intermittent bursts of lightning. Striking, oversized seaweed in vibrant hues of emerald and crimson clings to the rocks, swaying violently in the gusty winds. A group of mythical sea creatures, resembling a fusion of mermaids and storm spirits, emerge from the churning waters, their scales shimmering with iridescent colors that mirror the stormy sky. Their hair flows like tendrils of sea foam, and their eyes glow with an otherworldly light, capturing the intensity of the moment. Above, dark clouds swirl ominously, while occasional flashes of lightning reveal the silhouettes of distant ships battling the tempest, their sails billowing dramatically against the fierce winds.
    (masterpiece), (extremely intricate:1.3), (realistic), bright lighting, (bright green aesthetic:1.3), (moss style:1), a female shaman standing on a rocky precipice overlooking a vast, sunlit valley dotted with ancient ruins and dense forests. meticulous flower decorated shawl, a flowing green cloak made of leaves flutters behind her in the mountain breeze. Distant waterfall, deep gray storm clouds, sharp focus, dramatic, award winning, cinematic lighting, octane render unreal engine, plants in foreground, from behind,
    (masterpiece), (extremely intricate:1.3), (realistic), bright lighting, (bright green aesthetic:1.3), (moss style:1), a female shaman standing on a rocky precipice overlooking a vast, sunlit valley dotted with ancient ruins and dense forests. meticulous flower decorated shawl, a flowing green cloak made of leaves flutters behind her in the mountain breeze. Distant waterfall, deep gray storm clouds, sharp focus, dramatic, award winning, cinematic lighting, octane render unreal engine, plants in foreground, from behind,
    Art Style: Studio Ghibli-inspired whimsical fantasy, with soft lines and a focus on a mystical desert landscape. Image Generation Prompt: Create an illustration of a dramatic stormy seascape at twilight, where the sky is a tumultuous blend of dark grays and deep blues, punctuated by flashes of electric white lightning that illuminate the clouds. The ocean roars with crashing waves, their crests frothing in shades of teal and midnight blue, reflecting the chaotic energy of the storm. In the foreground, jagged rocks jut out from the shoreline, slick with rain and glistening under the intermittent bursts of lightning. Striking, oversized seaweed in vibrant hues of emerald and crimson clings to the rocks, swaying violently in the gusty winds. A group of mythical sea creatures, resembling a fusion of mermaids and storm spirits, emerge from the churning waters, their scales shimmering with iridescent colors that mirror the stormy sky. Their hair flows like tendrils of sea foam, and their eyes glow with an otherworldly light, capturing the intensity of the moment. Above, dark clouds swirl ominously, while occasional flashes of lightning reveal the silhouettes of distant ships battling the tempest, their sails billowing dramatically against the fierce winds.
    (masterpiece), (extremely intricate:1.3), (realistic), bright lighting, (bright green aesthetic:1.3), (moss style:1), a female shaman standing on a rocky precipice overlooking a vast, sunlit valley dotted with ancient ruins and dense forests. meticulous flower decorated shawl, a flowing green cloak made of leaves flutters behind her in the mountain breeze, flower bloom on her clothing. Distant waterfall, deep gray storm clouds, sharp focus, dramatic, award winning, cinematic lighting, octane render unreal engine, plants in foreground,
    (masterpiece), (extremely intricate:1.3), (realistic), bright lighting, (bright green aesthetic:1.3), (moss style:1), a female druid holding a staff made of branches, standing on a rocky precipice overlooking a vast, sunlit valley dotted with ancient ruins and dense forests. meticulous flower decorated shawl, a flowing green cloak made of leaves flutters behind her in the mountain breeze, flower bloom on her clothing. Distant waterfall, deep gray storm clouds, sharp focus, dramatic, award winning, cinematic lighting, octane render unreal engine, plants in foreground, from behind,
    a seasoned female warrior standing on a rocky precipice overlooking a vast, sunlit alien landscape valley dotted with ancient ruins and dense forests. Her leather armor, worn yet meticulously maintained, carries the scars of countless battles, and a flowing green cloak flutters behind her in the mountain breeze, The distant roar of a waterfall mingles with the calls of unseen creatures, creating an atmosphere of both serenity and tension. Overhead, storm clouds gather, their deep grays contrasting with the vibrant emerald and gold tones of the alien landscape below, skyrim, 8k, photorealistic, photorealism, uhd, ultra-detailed
    Digital painting style, (brushstrokes:1.2), fantasy A towering, androgynous figure with an ethereal, translucent body composed of swirling storm clouds, their face a mesmerizing vortex of shifting grays and blues, with eyes that burn like bright, electric stars, stands at the edge of a rugged, rocky coastline, where the turbulent sea meets the turbulent sky, as iridescent bubbles of varying sizes and colors, each containing a distinct, glowing thought, float around them, some bursting to release their mental contents into the air, while others merge to form new, shimmering orbs that hover and dance in the turbulent air, as the figure's long, flowing hair, resembling tendrils of cloud, whips about their head, and their slender, elongated fingers weave intricate patterns, as if conducting the symphony of thoughts and the turmoil of the storm, which rages on, with flashes of lightning illuminating the dark, foreboding clouds, and thunder booming in the distance, while the rocky shoreline, worn smooth by the relentless pounding of the waves, stretches out to the left, and a massive, ancient, twisted tree, its branches like withered fingers, stands to the right, its roots digging deep into the stone, as if anchoring the tempestuous scene. <lora:PainterlyFantasiaSDXL:0.8>
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the woman’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. Her face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the woman’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. Her face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the woman’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. Her face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the woman’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. Her face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the woman’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. Her face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the woman’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. Her face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the woman’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. Her face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the woman’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. Her face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the woman’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. Her face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the woman’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. Her face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the woman’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. Her face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the woman’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. Her face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the woman’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. Her face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the woman’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. Her face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the woman’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. Her face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.
    A vivid full-color surreal portrait, where the samurai’s shoulders sink into tangled, dark roots, their surfaces layered with peeling, deep-red bark that crumbles at the edges. Her neck is a sturdy but weathered tree trunk, split in places where fresh golden sap oozes from deep cracks. His face is serene, eyes closed, but from her scalp, a tangled mass of autumn-red branches rise into the air, covered in vibrant, crimson leaves. The wind pulls at her canopy, making her leaves scatter into the sky, their colors bright against the deep gray storm clouds rolling in the background. The world around her is in transition—the last remnants of autumn clinging to the edges of the landscape as winter slowly encroaches. The wind shifts again, carrying one final golden leaf upward, twirling against the backdrop of her dissolving branches.

      DreamShaper XL

    • v2.1 Turbo DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_v21TurboDPMSDE.safetensors
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    • SFW v2 Turbo DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_sfwV2TurboDPMSDE.safetensors
    • SFW Lightning DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_sfwLightningDPMSDE.safetensors
    • v2 Turbo DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_v2TurboDPMSDE.safetensors
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      DreamShaper

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    • 8 LCM - dreamshaper_8LCM.safetensors
    • 8-inpainting - dreamshaper_8Inpainting.safetensors
    • 8-diffusers - dreamshaper_8Diffusers.zip
    • 7 - dreamshaper_7.safetensors
    • 7-inpainting - dreamshaper_7-inpainting.safetensors
    • 7-diffusers - dreamshaper_7Diffusers_trainingData.zip
    • 6.31 baked vae - dreamshaper_631BakedVae.safetensors
    • 6.31-inpainting - dreamshaper_631Inpainting.safetensors
    • 6.31 diffusers - dreamshaper_631Diffusers_trainingData.zip
    • 6 baked vae - dreamshaper_6BakedVae.safetensors
    • 6.2 baked vae - dreamshaper_62BakedVae.safetensors
    • 6-inpainting - dreamshaper_6Inpainting.safetensors
    • 6 no vae - dreamshaper_6NoVae.safetensors
    • 6 diffusers - dreamshaper_6Diffusers_trainingData.zip
    • 5 baked vae - dreamshaper_5BakedVae.ckpt
    • 5 pruned (no vae) - train - dreamshaper_5PrunedNoVaeTrain.ckpt
    • 5-inpainting - dreamshaper_5-inpainting.safetensors
    • 5 baked vae diffusers - dreamshaper_5BakedVaeDiffusers_trainingData.zip
    • 4 baked vae - dreamshaper_4BakedVae.safetensors
    • 4-inpainting - dreamshaper_4-inpainting.safetensors
    • 4 baked vae fp16 - dreamshaper_4BakedVaeFp16.safetensors
    • 4 no vae - dreamshaper_4NoVae.safetensors
    • 4 no vae fp16 - dreamshaper_4NoVaeFp16.ckpt
    • 3.32 baked vae (clip fix) - dreamshaper_332BakedVaeClipFix.ckpt
    • 3.31 baked vae - dreamshaper_331BakedVae.ckpt
    • 3.31-inpainting - dreamshaper_331-inpainting.safetensors
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    • 2.52 (safetensors fixed) - dreamshaper_252SafetensorsFixed.ckpt
    • 2.52 (pruned) - dreamshaper_252Pruned.ckpt
    • 2.52 (initial release) - dreamshaper_252InitialRelease.ckpt