a dimly lit corridor stretches through the abandoned hotel's worn carpet, the air thick with the scent of decay and forgotten memories. juno, a 29 year old woman with porcelain skin and raven black hair, stands frozen at the end of the hall, her eyes fixed on some unseen terror beyond the frame. the flickering fluorescent lights above cast eerie shadows across her pale face, making it seem as though she's being consumed by the very darkness itself. in her outstretched hand, a dusty keycard hangs like a lifeline to the past, its digital display glowing with an otherworldly blue light that seems to pulse in rhythm with juno's racing heart. the walls around her are adorned with faded photographs of guests who once laughed and loved within these halls, their smiles now twisted into macabre grins by the passing of time. as you gaze upon this haunting scene, the feeling grows that juno is not alone, that some malevolent presence lurks just beyond the edge of perception, waiting to pounce on the unsuspecting traveler who dares to disturb the hotel's long forgotten secrets., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.7>