score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, A woman with short, curly brown hair and warm, golden-brown skin stands at the edge of a sprawling, airborne metropolis, its towering spires and grand architecture a marvel of ancient, weathered stone and worn, copper-hued metals, with intricate networks of gleaming, silver filaments that crisscross the city like a spider's web, as she gazes out at the endless expanse of sky and cloud below, her bright, inquisitive eyes shining like dark, polished onyx, her slender fingers wrapped around the lid of a beautiful, antique glass jar filled with a swirling, ethereal constellation of glowing, iridescent memories that seem to shift and pulse like the stars on a clear, moonless night, the soft, luminescent glow of the memories casting an otherworldly light on her gentle, heart-shaped face, and illuminating the delicate, swirling patterns of silver and gold embroidery that adorn the high, rounded collar of her long, flowing coat, which billows behind her like a dark, velvet cloud, its hem fluttering gently in the soft, whispery breeze that stirs the city's lofty, windswept heights.
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score_4_up, score_5_up, sketch, worst quality, low quality, deformed, censored, bad bad anatomy, watermark, signature, furry, EZNegPONYXL-neg, NEGATIVE_HANDS, pony_negativeV2
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