ajanicki brlla1 In the desolation of the wasteland, a weathered, gnarled tree stands alone, its ancient branches twisting like the hands of time. Beneath its eerie silhouette, a woman sits in contemplative solitude. Above, the sky teems with an unsettling assembly of otherworldly creatures, their wings casting ominous shadows, as if bridging the realms of the earthly and the ethereal. This scene is both majestic and unsettling, a surreal manifestation of solitude and the supernatural. <lora:ajanicki:0.8>  <lora:brlla1:1>