<lora:SimonStalenhagStyle:1> Simon Stalenhag Style, A lonely gas station in the middle of nowhere, its neon sign flickering dimly in the twilight. The cracked asphalt is overgrown with weeds, and a single rusty pickup truck is parked by the pump. Above, an immense floating drone hovers silently, its engines emitting a low hum. The station's owner, an elderly man, leans against the doorframe, staring at the mysterious machine with weary eyes, as if he has seen this before. <lora:SimonStalenhagStyle:1> Simon Stalenhag Style,
