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    in the style of cksc,, detailed digital illustration of, A European woman with icy blue eyes, her platinum blonde hair slicked back into a tight ponytail, stands at the center of an old, abandoned subway station. She wears a sleek black tactical suit, each piece of gear strapped to her with military precision. In one hand, she holds a matte-black FN SCAR rifle, the barrel faintly smoking. The station is dimly lit, with flickering fluorescent lights casting long shadows against the graffiti-covered walls. Above her, the tracks rumble as a derelict train, rusted and decrepit, slowly pulls in, screeching to a halt. She turns, her gaze falling on a humanoid creature crawling out from beneath the train—its pale, translucent skin stretching tight over jagged bones, its long claws scraping against the floor. A wave of cold mist begins to pour in from the tunnel behind her as she tightens her grip on the rifle, readying herself for what’s to come. The air smells faintly of sulfur, and the distant sound of eerie, disembodied whispers echoes down the tunnel. Behind her, a makeshift map with hastily scrawled runes and diagrams can be seen pinned to a cracked subway advertisement board.<lora:ck-shadow-circuit-000021.safetensors:1.0:1.0> <lora:PCB_Image_Enhancer_for_FLUX.safetensors:1:1>
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    in the style of cksc,, detailed digital illustration of, A European woman with icy blue eyes, her platinum blonde hair slicked back into a tight ponytail, stands at the center of an old, abandoned subway station. She wears a sleek black tactical suit, each piece of gear strapped to her with military precision. In one hand, she holds a matte-black FN SCAR rifle, the barrel faintly smoking. The station is dimly lit, with flickering fluorescent lights casting long shadows against the graffiti-covered walls. Above her, the tracks rumble as a derelict train, rusted and decrepit, slowly pulls in, screeching to a halt. She turns, her gaze falling on a humanoid creature crawling out from beneath the train—its pale, translucent skin stretching tight over jagged bones, its long claws scraping against the floor. A wave of cold mist begins to pour in from the tunnel behind her as she tightens her grip on the rifle, readying herself for what’s to come. The air smells faintly of sulfur, and the distant sound of eerie, disembodied whispers echoes down the tunnel. Behind her, a makeshift map with hastily scrawled runes and diagrams can be seen pinned to a cracked subway advertisement board.<lora:ck-shadow-circuit-000021.safetensors:1.0:1.0> <lora:PCB_Image_Enhancer_for_FLUX.safetensors:1:1>

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    CFG Scale4
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    UniPC
    Seed844615881012438
    Steps50
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    Created
    11/26/2024
    Base Model
    Flux.1 D
    Creator
    schmede
    Source
    CivitAI
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