"a lone figure stands atop a windswept cliff, shrouded in mist and moonlight that seems to writhe like a living thing. the protagonist, a gaunt 35 year old woman with eyes that burn with a cold, green fire, wears a tattered black cloak that hangs around her like a shroud, its embroidered silver thread tarnished and twisted into grotesque shapes. her dark hair is wild and unkempt, blown back by the wind as she gazes out upon the cityscape below, its towers and spires reaching towards the stars like bony fingers grasping for the heavens. the air is thick with malevolent energy, as if the very fabric of reality is about to be torn asunder, and the woman's presence seems to be the catalyst for this impending doom.", <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.6>