in the depths of a foreboding twilight, a twisted tree with branches like skeletal fingers reaches towards the darkening sky, its bark cracked and decaying like ancient parchment. the air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and mold, as if the very ground itself was exhaling a sigh of dread. a figure stumbles forth from the shadows, a gaunt woman with skin as pale as bone and hair that resembles a tangled mess of blackened vines. she wears a tattered cloak stained with the remnants of some long forgotten feast, and her feet make heavy, squelching sounds on the damp earth. as she reaches out to touch the decaying tree trunk, her eyes burn with an unsettling intensity, casting an eerie yellow glow over the clearing like a lantern in a deserted tomb., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.6>