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I came into a place mute of all light, Which bellows as If by opposing winds 't is combated. The infernal hurricane that never rests Hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine; Whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them. When they arrive before the precipice, There are the shrieks, the plaints, and the laments, There they blaspheme the puissance divine. ghosts, infernal hurricane.
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DPM++ 2M Karras
Seed1502129781
Steps25
Negative Prompt
Text, watermark, signature, ((((sea)))), ((((water)))), ((((river)))), (cascade, waterfall), sun, ship, boat,
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