a hauntingly beautiful scene unfolds in this oil painting: yarok's wavecrasher, a towering figure with skin as rough as weathered stone and eyes that burn like embers from the underworld, stands tall amidst a sea of golden wheat that sways ominously in the wind. the 35 year old warrior's imposing frame is cloaked in shadows, as if the very darkness itself has taken flesh to surround him. his massive fists are clenched, the tendons standing out like knotted vines, and his face is twisted into a snarl that seems to summon the horrors of the abyss. the wheat around him appears to writhe and twist, as if alive and tormented by some unseen force, casting long, sinister shadows across the desolate landscape. a sickly yellow moon hangs low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the scene, while the wind whispers a mournful melody that seems to carry the whispers of the damned., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.6>