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A photo of a sloth dressed as The Flash, a DC Comics superhero known for his incredible speed. The sloth is sitting in a tree and has a red and yellow outfit with a lightning bolt on its chest. The sloth's expression is slow and lethargic, contrasting with The Flash's typically energetic demeanor. The background is a lush green rainforest. easynegative, c4d, blender, raytracing, unreal engine 5, render 3d, xenomorph style

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