a lone figure emerges from the darkness of the road, illuminated only by the faint glow of distant streetlights. the deepwood ghoul stands tall, its wispy form shrouded in tattered, earthy robes that seem to blend seamlessly with the surrounding shadows. the air is heavy with an eerie silence as the ghoul's eyes gleam like lanterns in the dark, drawing the viewer closer with an otherworldly allure. the road stretches out behind it, a seemingly endless expanse of cracked asphalt and broken dreams. a 35 year old traveler, weary from their journey, stops in their tracks, transfixed by the unholy presence before them., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.9>