in the heart of a majestic canyon, where ancient rock formations stretch towards the sky, a lone figure rides into the distance. the equestrian, a 45 year old woman with piercing green eyes and raven black hair tied back in a ponytail, sits astride her horse, her worn leather boots digging gently into the stirrups. her gaze is fixed on some point in the horizon, as if drawn by an unseen force. the air is thick with the scent of dust and mesquite, and the sun beats down upon the duo like a hammer. yet, despite the oppressive heat, there is a sense of foreboding that clings to them like a shroud. for this woman is no ordinary rider she is the infamous serial killer known only as "the canyon queen". as the vanishing point technique comes into play, the horizon seems to stretch on forever, drawing the viewer's eye inexorably towards the distant peaks. the lines of the canyon walls converge in a dizzying display of perspective, creating an illusion that the riders are being pulled into the very depths of the earth. the queen's face is a map of creases and scars, etched by years of living on the fringes of society. her eyes seem to bore into the soul, as if searching for some hidden truth. yet, despite her cold exterior, there is a hint of vulnerability lurking beneath the surface a glimpse of humanity that refuses to be extinguished. in this hauntingly beautiful landscape, where the boundaries between life and death blur like the edges of a watercolor painting, the canyon queen rides on, forever bound to the dusty trails and dirty secrets of the canyon., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.6>