A French WW1 soldier stands alone in a muddy trench, leaning against a wall of s
A French WW1 soldier stands alone in a muddy trench, leaning against a wall of sandbags. His blue uniform is caked with mud, and his helmet is tilted slightly to one side. His eyes are hollow, sunken deep into his face, and his unshaven beard is flecked with dirt. Behind him, the trench stretches into the mist, with remnants of warâbroken rifles, shattered helmetsâscattered around. He stares directly into the camera, his expression a mix of exhaustion and quiet despair, as if the weight of the war is crushing him from within. <lora:french_soldier_flux_v1:1>
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A French WW1 soldier stands alone in a muddy trench, leaning against a wall of sandbags. His blue uniform is caked with mud, and his helmet is tilted slightly to one side. His eyes are hollow, sunken deep into his face, and his unshaven beard is flecked with dirt. Behind him, the trench stretches into the mist, with remnants of warâbroken rifles, shattered helmetsâscattered around. He stares directly into the camera, his expression a mix of exhaustion and quiet despair, as if the weight of the war is crushing him from within. <lora:french_soldier_flux_v1:1>
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