in the dimly lit closet, the great horn krushok stands at attention, its imposing figure casting long shadows across the walls. the air is thick with an eerie mist that clings to the creature's scaly hide, giving it an otherworldly aura. a 32 year old woman, her face pale and drawn, cowers in the corner, her eyes fixed on the beast with a mixture of fear and fascination. the krushok's massive horns seem to be absorbing the faint light, radiating an unsettling energy that makes the woman's skin crawl. as she trembles, the closet seems to grow darker, as if the shadows themselves are coalescing into a malevolent force that threatens to consume her. the atmosphere is heavy with foreboding, and it seems that only the krushok's unblinking gaze can pierce the veil of terror that shrouds this forsaken space., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.6>