in this desolate clearing, a lone figure stands at the edge of a withered landscape, surrounded by skeletal trees that seem to loom over like bony fingers. the air is heavy with stagnation, and vines wither around the trunks like lifeless tendrils. a faint, crumbling pathway stretches out before the figure, disappearing into the heart of the barren wasteland. the individual's face is obscured by a tattered hood, and their hands hang limp at their sides, releasing a dull hum of disinterest that hangs in the air like a pall. strange, wilted flowers bloom around them, emitting a faint, flickering glow that casts an uninviting light on the surrounding desolation. in the distance, the silhouette of a craggy mountain range rises, shrouded in a haze of dust and neglect. as we gaze deeper into the scene, we begin to discern faint scars etched into the trees' bark – ancient wounds whispering tales of forgotten struggles and unfulfilled dreams. the overall mood is one of listlessness and apathy, as if the very essence of this desolate realm is waiting for something, anything, to stir it from its torpor., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.6>