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    <lora:Taral_Hicks_Flux:1> Taral Hicks stands by a rain-streaked window, arms crossed as she watches the city streets below. She wears a soft, off-the-shoulder knit sweater in deep charcoal, the loose neckline revealing a hint of collarbone. Her dark hair is gathered into a loose bun, with a few delicate strands falling around her face. Her expression is thoughtful, her glossy lips gently pressed together as her fingers lightly rest on the windowpane. The soft glow of a distant streetlamp reflects in her eyes, blending with the blurred glow of passing headlights, casting shifting patterns of gold and amber across the glass.
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    <lora:Taral_Hicks_Flux:1> Taral Hicks stands by a rain-streaked window, arms crossed as she watches the city streets below. She wears a soft, off-the-shoulder knit sweater in deep charcoal, the loose neckline revealing a hint of collarbone. Her dark hair is gathered into a loose bun, with a few delicate strands falling around her face. Her expression is thoughtful, her glossy lips gently pressed together as her fingers lightly rest on the windowpane. The soft glow of a distant streetlamp reflects in her eyes, blending with the blurred glow of passing headlights, casting shifting patterns of gold and amber across the glass.

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    Seed2938717019
    Steps30

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