a skeletal minotaur stands at the precipice of a desolate hillside as the sunset casts an eerie glow on its bony form. the 35 year old creature's eyes, once fiery with passion and rage, now dimly glimmer like embers in the fading light. its horned skull is adorned with twisted vines and razor sharp thorns that seem to writhe like serpents in the dying sun's rays. the air is heavy with an unsettling energy as the minotaur's very presence seems to draw the shadows closer, its skeletal fingers grasping for something unseen. in the distance, the silhouette of a crumbling temple looms, shrouded in a perpetual twilight that mirrors the darkness within the minotaur's own soul. the sky above is ablaze with hues of crimson and gold, yet even this fleeting beauty cannot pierce the veil of terror that surrounds the skeletal minotaur, its malevolent aura defying the dying light to extinguish its unholy glow., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.7>