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| Prompt | anime artstyle, Her bare feet made no sound on the smooth polished obsidian floor, In the Abaria Labyrinth silence was as much a part of the architecture as the twisting passages and impossible angles, The little loli - whose name no one knew and who could not have spoken it anyway - paused at an intersection, Her hair - a river of straight black silk - cascaded down her back - nearly brushing the backs of her knees with each slight shift of her weight, It was stark against the simple sleeveless white dress she wore - a single piece of soft cordless fabric - draping her small frame in gentle folds, The garment offered no resistance - clinging softly where her body curved and hanging loose elsewhere, Beneath it - she wore nothing, very aesthetic, masterpiece, no text |
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| Negative prompt | text, blurry, lowres, error, film grain, scan artifacts, worst quality, bad quality, jpeg artifacts, very displeasing, chromatic aberration, multiple views, logo, too many watermarks, crying tears, twintails, long ears, x-ray, pointy ears, collar, censor bar |
| Sampler | k_euler_ancestral |
| Seed | 3194077372 |
| Steps | 27 |
| Model Hash | 4bde2a90 |
| Width | 896 |
| Height | 1152 |
| Cfg Rescale | 0.0 |
| Cfg Sched Eligibility | enable_for_post_summer_samplers |
| Controlnet Strength | 1.0 |
| Dynamic Thresholding Mimic Scale | 10.0 |
| Dynamic Thresholding Percentile | 0.999 |
| Extra Passthrough Testing | {"prompt" => nil, "uc" => nil, "hide_debug_overlay" => false, "r" => 0.0, "eta" => 1.0, "negative_momentum" => 0.0, "director_reference_images" => nil, "director_reference_descriptions" => nil, "director_reference_information_extracted" => nil, "director_reference_strengths" => nil, "director_reference_secondary_strengths" => nil} |
| N Samples | 1 |
| Noise Schedule | karras |
| Prefer Brownian | true |
| Request Type | PromptGenerateRequest |
| Scale | 5.0 |
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| Skip Cfg Above Sigma | 58.584103355704805 |
| Skip Cfg Below Sigma | 0.0 |
| Stream | none |
| Uncond Per Vibe | true |
| Uncond Scale | 0.0 |
| V4 Negative Prompt | {"caption" => {"base_caption" => "text, blurry, lowres, error, film grain, scan artifacts, worst quality, bad quality, jpeg artifacts, very displeasing, chromatic aberration, multiple views, logo, too many watermarks, crying tears, twintails, long ears, x-ray, pointy ears, collar, censor bar", "char_captions" => []}, "use_coords" => false, "use_order" => false, "legacy_uc" => false} |
| V4 Prompt | {"caption" => {"base_caption" => "anime artstyle, Her bare feet made no sound on the smooth polished obsidian floor, In the Abaria Labyrinth silence was as much a part of the architecture as the twisting passages and impossible angles, The little loli - whose name no one knew and who could not have spoken it anyway - paused at an intersection, Her hair - a river of straight black silk - cascaded down her back - nearly brushing the backs of her knees with each slight shift of her weight, It was stark against the simple sleeveless white dress she wore - a single piece of soft cordless fabric - draping her small frame in gentle folds, The garment offered no resistance - clinging softly where her body curved and hanging loose elsewhere, Beneath it - she wore nothing, very aesthetic, masterpiece, no text", "char_captions" => []}, "use_coords" => false, "use_order" => true, "legacy_uc" => false} |
| Version | 1 |
| Wonky Vibe Correlation | true |
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Her bare feet made no sound on the smooth, polished obsidian floor. In the Abaria Labyrinth, silence was as much a part of the architecture as the twisting passages and impossible angles. The little girl, whose name no one knew and who could not have spoken it anyway, paused at an intersection. Her hair, a river of straight black silk, cascaded down her back, nearly brushing the backs of her knees with each slight shift of her weight. It was stark against the simple, sleeveless white dress she wore—a single piece of soft, cordless fabric, draping her small frame in gentle folds. The garment offered no resistance, clinging softly where her body curved and hanging loose elsewhere. Beneath it, she wore nothing.