<lora:artfullyHARBINGER_SDXL_V1:1>, The Aureate Metropolis was a symphony of angles and light. Towers of gold and platinum stretched towards a sky perpetually ablaze with the hues of sunset, their surfaces a mosaic of intricate geometric patterns. It was a city where time was not just measured, but revered, its passage marked by the resonant chimes of the Art Deco Automaton that stood sentinel in the city square. As the final rays of the Golden Hour painted the city in a wash of amber and rose, a lone figure emerged from the Tessellated Threshold, a gateway of interlocking polygons that shimmered like a mirage.