"a maelstrom of crimson and gold erupts on the shores of a churning lake, as a rickety wooden sailboat shudders and lurches, its mast snapping like a whip lashed serpent, as the winds of a raging tempest shred the pier into splintered shards, while above, evergreen trees writhe and twist, their branches thrashing about like a chorus of tormented giants, as if the very essence of midsummer's madness had been unleashed upon the world.", <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:1>