mercury, the messenger god, kneels amidst a sea of vibrant wildflowers in a lush flower field, his eyes shining with gentle warmth as he plucks a delicate bloom from its stem. his face, aged 28, is aglow with an endearing smile, and his tousled hair is caught by a soft breeze carrying the sweet scent of blooming lavender. the sun casts a warm glow over the scene, illuminating the intricate patterns on mercury's worn leather boots and the delicate petals of the flowers, which seem to dance in harmony around him. as he holds the bloom up to his nose, inhaling its heady fragrance, the atmosphere is filled with an air of quiet contentment, as if the very essence of the flowers has infused mercury with a sense of peace and tranquility., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.9>