in the cockpit's dimly lit atmosphere, knotvine mystic's 28 year old hands grasp the worn leather wheel as her piercing green eyes scan the misty horizon. a wispy veil of vines and tiny lanterns adorns her temples, softly glowing like embers from a fire long extinguished. her slender fingers are adorned with intricate, swirling tattoos that shimmer in the faint light, evoking the mystic's deep connection to the land and its ancient secrets. the worn wooden paneling behind her is etched with cryptic symbols, whispering tales of forgotten knowledge as the mystic's gentle smile seems to convey a quiet understanding of the mysteries unfolding before her., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.9>