in the soft focus of a forgotten dreamscape, a lone wanderer stands at the edge of a perpetual sunset, her tattered cloak billowing behind her like a dark cloud. the sky above is ablaze with hues of rose and amethyst, casting an otherworldly glow upon her weathered face as she gazes out at the distant silhouette of a crumbling city. the air is thick with the scent of old books and forgotten memories, and in the distance, the faint outline of a clock tower rises like a skeletal finger, beckoning her towards the secrets that lie within its ancient walls., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:1>