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    Your eyes that once
Have gazed the waves
Have long been closed
Become enslaved
Within these walls
You lastly climbed
With fear engraved
The walls of time
This is the ground
You walked upon
The soil beneath
Your world long gone
In tortured flesh
Your name is called
Inseminate the bornless one
Invisible Gods on planes apart
I thee invoke
Oh western star
    Top down photography, The word “EARTH” made of fresh wet soil, background is deserted landscape in early morning, sunset in the background, bokeh, highly detailed
    There is just something beautiful, about a time and place that is long gone. It is like standing on a hill, observing the grey stone castle, far in the distance. It stands atop a green hill, overlooking its beautiful land of woodlands, open fields and mountains. But it isn't just the fantasy image most people imagine, it is being there, in person. To feel the contrast of the warm sun on your skin, with the cool wind flowing over you like a lost spirit. To feel the soil and gravel beneath your shoes, the grass softly whipping your ankles. Being present in a time that is gone, yet had just as much meaning as today. That people like you, your ancestors, were there. They experienced it, in much the same flesh you wear. The smell of rivers running nearby, and rain on the horizon. Like a dream, forgotten, a fantasy, yet to be lived. An artwork just a bit surreal, but still grounded in reality.
    There is just something beautiful, about a time and place that is long gone. It is like standing on a hill, observing the grey stone castle, far in the distance. It stands atop a green hill, overlooking its beautiful land of woodlands, open fields and mountains. But it isn't just the fantasy image most people imagine, it is being there, in person. To feel the contrast of the warm sun on your skin, with the cool wind flowing over you like a lost spirit. To feel the soil and gravel beneath your shoes, the grass softly whipping your ankles. Being present in a time that is gone, yet had just as much meaning as today. That people like you, your ancestors, were there. They experienced it, in much the same flesh you wear. The smell of rivers running nearby, and rain on the horizon. Like a dream, forgotten, a fantasy, yet to be lived. An artwork just a bit surreal, but still grounded in reality.

      Stable Diffusion 3 (SD3)

    • SD3 Medium - stableDiffusion3SD3_sd3Medium.safetensors
    • SD3 Medium Incl. Clips - stableDiffusion3SD3_sd3MediumInclClips.safetensors
    • SD3 Medium Incl Clip FP16 - stableDiffusion3SD3_sd3MediumInclClip.safetensors
    • SD3 Medium Incl T5XXL - stableDiffusion3SD3_sd3MediumInclT5XXL.safetensors
    • Text Encoder - Clip L - stableDiffusion3SD3_textEncoderClipL.safetensors
    • Text Encoder - Clip G - stableDiffusion3SD3_textEncoderClipG.safetensors
    • Text Encoder - T5 e4m3fn - stableDiffusion3SD3_textEncoderT5E4m3fn.safetensors
    • Text Encoder - T5XXLFP16 - stableDiffusion3SD3_textEncoderT5XXLFP16.safetensors
    • ComfyUI Workflows - stableDiffusion3SD3_comfyuiWorkflows_trainingData.zip
    • Demo Prompts - stableDiffusion3SD3_demoPrompts_trainingData.zip

      Stable Diffusion 3.5 Large

    • Large - stableDiffusion35_large.safetensors
    • Workflow - stableDiffusion35_workflow_trainingData.zip

      Stable Diffusion 3.5 Large Turbo

    • Large Turbo - stableDiffusion35_largeTurbo.safetensors
    • Workflow - stableDiffusion35_workflow_trainingData.zip

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