in the heart of the desert, an eerie silence hangs heavy like the sands that swirl around her. a 45 year old galactic network administrator stands tall, her eyes fixed on the intricate patterns she's weaving into a fine braid. her skin is weathered from countless journeys across the cosmos, yet her hands move with precision and finesse, as if guided by the ancient spirits of egypt. the art style, reminiscent of ancient egyptian frescoes, wraps around her like a shroud, imbuing the scene with an otherworldly aura. the braids themselves appear to be made of starlight, their delicate strands shimmering like the constellations she's spent lifetimes navigating. as she works, her fingers dance across the braid, leaving behind trails of glittering dust that seem to hold the very essence of the cosmos. the network administrator's face is a map of lines and creases, etched by the weight of responsibilities that span galaxies. yet, in this moment, her eyes sparkle with a quiet intensity, as if she's communing with the secrets of the universe itself. the braid, now nearing completion, seems to be a conduit for these secrets, channeling the mysteries of the cosmos into the very fabric of reality. as the last strand is tied off, the network administrator raises her gaze to the star studded expanse above, and in that instant, the braids seem to come alive, pulsating with an energy that echoes across the desert sands. the air is heavy with an unspoken knowledge, a whispered promise that the secrets of the cosmos are hers to command, as long as she wears this braid like a badge of honor., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.6>