in the dimly lit planetarium, a 45 year old digital data infiltrator stands at the edge of the room, surrounded by swirling clouds of data and code that seem to take on lives of their own. the air is thick with an otherworldly energy, as if the very fabric of reality has been manipulated to bend to the infiltrator's will. oil paints, rich and vibrant, bring this scene to life, imbuing each brushstroke with a sense of depth and dimensionality that draws the viewer in. the infiltrator stands tall, their eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity as they gaze out into the void. their fingers dance across the air, leaving trails of pulsing blue energy in their wake. the planetarium's dome above is a deep shade of indigo, and stars twinkle like diamonds scattered across the canvas. at the infiltrator's feet lies a tattered tome, bound in worn black leather and adorned with strange symbols that seem to shift and writhe like living things. a faint glow emanates from its pages, as if the secrets contained within are about to be unleashed upon an unsuspecting world. as the infiltrator's gaze continues to pierce the void, a dark energy begins to coalesce around them, tendrils of shadowy power reaching out like grasping fingers. it is as if they have tapped into some ancient and malevolent force, one that threatens to consume all in its path. the air seems to grow heavier, charged with an electric anticipation as the viewer senses the very fabric of reality beginning to unravel., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.7>