in the dimly lit closet, falkenrath reaver stands amidst swirling curtains of crimson silk, his razor sharp eyes glowing like lanterns in the darkness. he wears a tattered black coat with brass buttons shaped like ravens' heads, and his skin has taken on a faintly iridescent sheen. a 35 year old woman with wild silver hair and a dress made of what appears to be shredded moonlight stands frozen beside him, her eyes turned towards the shadows as if mesmerized by some unseen presence. the air is heavy with the scent of decay and forgotten memories, and the walls seem to vibrate with an otherworldly energy that makes the fabric of reality appear tenuous at best. in the distance, a faint hum of clockwork machinery can be heard, punctuated by the soft ticking of tiny gears clicking into place., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.6>, <lora:add-detail-xl.safetensors:0>