on the rickety wooden bridge, a synthetic entity resembling a cross between a robot and a garden gnome stands at attention, its bright blue body adorned with colorful buttons and flashing lights. the entity's oversized head is tilted to one side, as if it's perpetually confused by the world around it. in its hand, it grasps a rusty old harmonica, which it's blowing into with gusto, producing a hilariously off key rendition of "when the saints go marching in". a 32 year old engineer in a bright yellow hard hat stands on the bridge railing nearby, laughing so hard she's crying at the absurdity of it all. the surrounding landscape is bathed in warm sunlight, casting long shadows across the water below., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.6>