a lone oasis sprouts amidst a seemingly endless expanse of sand dune chaos, its palm trees twisted and gnarled like skeletal fingers reaching for the sky. at its center stands the scarecrow monster, its ragged form stitched together from tattered burlap sacks and rusty farm tools, eyes glowing with an otherworldly green light. the air is heavy with the scent of wet earth and ozone as a strange, pulsing energy emanates from the oasis's heart. the monster's presence seems to warp reality, causing the sand around it to ripple and writhe like a living thing. a 37 year old mystic stands at the oasis's edge, her eyes locked on the scarecrow monster with an unnerving intensity, as if trying to decipher its secrets. the sky above is a deep, foreboding purple, and the stars twinkle like diamonds scattered across the fabric of reality., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.6>, <lora:add-detail-xl.safetensors:-1>