in the fetid twilight of a moldering metropolis, a wretched outcast crawls forth from a ravaged rooftop charnel house, surrounded by noxious blooms and rusted steel monoliths that seem to excrete a viscous grime. the figure is shrouded in a tattered mantle with threads that appear to be unraveling like the very fabric of sanity. a cracked mask with dying gemstones clings to their face, casting a faint, maddening glow on the barren terrain. as they lurch forward, it becomes clear that they are clutching a shattered glass harmonica with etched crystals that emit a cacophonous dirge that seems to shatter the very air itself. the scene reeks of a forsaken realm where ancient horrors and forgotten tragedies lurk in every crumbling brick, and the worn concrete beneath their feet seems to writhe like a dying creature, as if infected by some malevolent force that seeks to consume all in its path., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.6>, <lora:add-detail-xl.safetensors:1.5>