in the heart of the haunted library, where ancient tomes whisper secrets to the walls, a 42 year old nanny stands sentinel amidst the shadows. her weathered face, worn from years of caring for the , is set in a determined expression as she gazes upon the turbulent waters of world war i. the nautical art style infuses the scene with an eerie sense of unease, as if the very waves themselves are bearing witness to the horrors of war. the nanny's form is rendered in muted blues and whites, reminiscent of sea foam and misty dawn skies, while the surrounding library is bathed in a warm, geothermal glow that seems almost otherworldly. tomes bound in worn leather and adorned with golden clasps line the shelves, their pages rustling softly as the wind stirs through the halls. in the background, a faint outline of the western front can be seen, with trenches and barbed wire snaking across the landscape like skeletal fingers. the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and salt spray, and the sound of distant artillery fire echoes through the stillness. despite the turmoil that surrounds her, the nanny's eyes remain fixed on some unseen point beyond the frame, her expression a testament to the indomitable spirit of those who tended the wounded and comforted the bereaved during the great war., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.6>, <lora:add-detail-xl.safetensors:1>