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    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of  In the center of a fog-choked village square, a plague doctor stands tall, draped in a dark, tattered leather coat that flutters slightly in the cold wind. His bird-like mask, with glassy, opaque eyes, gleams under the faint light of a crescent moon, casting an eerie shadow across the cobblestone street. Behind him, abandoned houses with boarded windows loom in silence, their once lively doors now marked with crude red crosses. The doctor’s gloved hand clutches a brass-topped cane, the metal dull from years of use, while small vials of dark liquids clink quietly from the belt at his waist. The air is thick with the scent of decay, carried on the wind that rustles through dead trees lining the street. Wisps of mist swirl around his feet, and the distant sound of a lone bell tolls, signaling the presence of death. A black raven perches atop a broken signpost, its eyes glowing with an unsettling intelligence, watching the doctor’s every movement. The scene is one of ominous stillness, a world suspended between life and death, as the plague doctor stands as the last remaining sentinel of a dying world. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
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    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In the center of a fog-choked village square, a plague doctor stands tall, draped in a dark, tattered leather coat that flutters slightly in the cold wind. His bird-like mask, with glassy, opaque eyes, gleams under the faint light of a crescent moon, casting an eerie shadow across the cobblestone street. Behind him, abandoned houses with boarded windows loom in silence, their once lively doors now marked with crude red crosses. The doctor’s gloved hand clutches a brass-topped cane, the metal dull from years of use, while small vials of dark liquids clink quietly from the belt at his waist. The air is thick with the scent of decay, carried on the wind that rustles through dead trees lining the street. Wisps of mist swirl around his feet, and the distant sound of a lone bell tolls, signaling the presence of death. A black raven perches atop a broken signpost, its eyes glowing with an unsettling intelligence, watching the doctor’s every movement. The scene is one of ominous stillness, a world suspended between life and death, as the plague doctor stands as the last remaining sentinel of a dying world. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>

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    CFG Scale4
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    Euler
    Seed92420897542119
    Steps20
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    Created
    9/18/2024
    Base Model
    Flux.1 D
    Source
    CivitAI
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