Twilight Hills and Wildflowers

Serene Landscape with Winding Stream and Wildflowers

Artist
Katharina
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Artistic 2
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  Twilight Hills and Wildflowers
  
  Model: Artistic 2
  
  Size: 1144 X 896 (1.03 MP)
  
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  Prompt: less color WAtercolor painting, highly deluted color, pencil scratch of a moorland, grasses, mosses, small ponds How creepy it is to cross through the fen When it’s billowing with haze, Mists writhing like phantoms, Bine weaving through bushes; Up squirts a springlet beneath every step When hissing and singing come from the gap. How eerie it is to cross through the fen When the reed bank rustles in the breeze.
  
  Using base image: Yes (Effect strength - 60%)
  
  Base image resolution: Default
  
  Face enhance: No
  
  Upscale & Enhance: 0
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Prompt: less color WAtercolor painting, highly deluted color, pencil scratch of a moorland, grasses, mosses, small ponds How creepy it is to cross through the fen When it’s billowing with haze, Mists writhing like phantoms, Bine weaving through bushes; Up squirts a springlet beneath every step When hissing and singing come from the gap. How eerie it is to cross through the fen When the reed bank rustles in the breeze.

Modifiers:

pencil sketch watercolor dark Depressing wet in wet green and blue different tones of green Wet coloring Highly deluted colors Muted and restrained colors Gorgeous amazing watercolor patchwork

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Prompt: "WAtercolor painting, highly deluted color, pencil scratch of a moorland, grasses, mosses, small ponds How creepy it is to cross through the fen When it’s billowing with haze, Mists writhing like phantoms, Bine weaving through bushes; Up squirts a springlet beneath every step When hissing and singing come from the gap. How eerie it is to cross through the fen When the reed bank rustles in the breeze."