in the heart of a foreboding forest, an undead dragon sprawls across a desolate clearing, its skeletal frame bathed in the faint, eerie glow of luminescent mushrooms. the dragon's eyes burn with an otherworldly green fire, as if embers from the depths of the underworld still flicker within its ancient, crumbling skull. a 35 year old druid stands frozen at the edge of the clearing, her staff shattered on the ground beside her, her eyes wide with terror as she beholds the monstrous creature before her. the air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay, and the silence is oppressive, punctuated only by the soft rustling of leaves in the windless darkness., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.6>