"a 42 year old mystic stands at the threshold of a mystical realm, where the crumbling temple's ancient stones are shrouded in wispy vines and ethereal mist. their iridescent scales glimmer with shades of indigo, purple, and gold as they gaze out upon a swirling vortex of colors that seems to hold the secrets of the cosmos. a delicate crescent moon adorns their forehead, and their slender fingers, tipped with sharp claws infused with a soft luminescent glow, grasp the twisted branches of a gnarled tree that appears to be rooted in the heart of the temple. the air is thick with the scent of exotic spices and distant starlight as they prepare to embark on an otherworldly journey, leaving behind the whispers of forgotten civilizations. in the distance, the misty forest looms, its twisted limbs reaching out like skeletal fingers, their leaves whispering a mournful dirge that echoes through the stillness.", <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.9>