aboroth, a 35 year old shopkeeper with a goofy grin, stands behind the counter of his quirky boutique, surrounded by a colorful jumble of vintage treasures and peculiar trinkets. his wild, curly hair sticks out in every direction as if electrified by the whimsical energy of the shop itself. the walls are adorned with hand painted murals depicting fantastical creatures and far off lands, while the air is thick with the scent of old books and freshly brewed coffee wafting from a steaming pot on the counter. amidst this chaotic yet charming atmosphere, aboroth leans forward, his eyes twinkling with mirth as he holds up a peculiar artifact a glowing, iridescent shell that seems to pulse with an otherworldly light., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.6>