in the dimly lit living room, a 42 year old mage stands alone, shrouded in an atmosphere of guilty regret. charcoal strokes dance across the paper, imbuing the scene with a somber intensity that seems to draw the viewer's gaze deeper into the shadows. the mage's eyes are cast downward, their wispy hair framing a weathered face that tells the tale of countless midnight confessions. the lost generation is etched onto the wall behind her, a faint smudge of charcoal on the whitewashed surface. her slender fingers grasp a worn leather bound tome, its pages fluttering like restless spirits in the still air. a faint glow emanates from the book's edges, casting an eerie light upon the mage's troubled visage. the charcoal medium lends an air of vulnerability to the piece, as if the very essence of the mage's guilt has been distilled onto the paper. the rough texture and subtle smudging of the charcoal create a sense of intimacy, drawing the viewer into the quiet desperation that permeates this lost moment. as the gaze lingers on the image, the weight of the mage's secrets begins to settle upon the observer, a heavy burden shared across the threshold of time and space., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:1>