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| Prompt | anime artstyle, The loli's gait was unhurried - a meandering drift through the endless passages, She knew something the Abaria Labyrinth didn't - or rather - something it knew about her, She was being watched, A faint scent reached her - a sweet aroma like honeyed milk - drifting from a dark alcove ahead, It was a lure and she knew it, A tiny shiver - not of fear but of anticipation - traced its way down her spine, Her small pink tongue darted out - wetting her lips, The hem of her white dress swayed gently around her thighs as she changed direction - her bare feet carrying her toward the scent - toward the darkness., 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 | 3605833984 |
| 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 |
| Director Reference Descriptions | [{"caption" => {"base_caption" => "character&style", "char_captions" => []}, "use_coords" => false, "use_order" => false, "legacy_uc" => false}] |
| Director Reference Information Extracted | [1.0] |
| Director Reference Secondary Strengths | [1.0] |
| Director Reference Strengths | [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" => [{"char_caption" => "sky, blue sky, simple background", "centers" => [{"x" => 0.5, "y" => 0.5}]}]}, "use_coords" => false, "use_order" => false, "legacy_uc" => false} |
| V4 Prompt | {"caption" => {"base_caption" => "anime artstyle, The loli's gait was unhurried - a meandering drift through the endless passages, She knew something the Abaria Labyrinth didn't - or rather - something it knew about her, She was being watched, A faint scent reached her - a sweet aroma like honeyed milk - drifting from a dark alcove ahead, It was a lure and she knew it, A tiny shiver - not of fear but of anticipation - traced its way down her spine, Her small pink tongue darted out - wetting her lips, The hem of her white dress swayed gently around her thighs as she changed direction - her bare feet carrying her toward the scent - toward the darkness., very aesthetic, masterpiece, no text", "char_captions" => [{"char_caption" => "Name:Abaria Labyrinth, a cavernous chamber where phosphorescent fungi cast a soft ethereal blue glow on the walls, dark alcove ahead", "centers" => [{"x" => 0.5, "y" => 0.5}]}]}, "use_coords" => false, "use_order" => true, "legacy_uc" => false} |
| Version | 1 |
| Wonky Vibe Correlation | true |
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Her gait was unhurried, a meandering drift through the endless passages. She knew something the Labyrinth didn't, or rather, something it knew about her. She was being watched. A faint scent reached her, a sweet aroma like honeyed milk, drifting from a dark alcove ahead. It was a lure, and she knew it. A tiny shiver, not of fear but of anticipation, traced its way down her spine. Her small pink tongue darted out, wetting her lips. The hem of her white dress swayed gently around her thighs as she changed direction, her bare feet carrying her toward the scent, toward the darkness.