<lora:SimonStalenhagStyle:1> Simon Stalenhag Style, A vast, empty field where the remnants of an enormous crashed spacecraft stretch for miles. The hull is covered in deep gashes and scorch marks, and strange glowing symbols pulse faintly along its surface. In the foreground, a group of farmers in overalls and work boots inspect the wreckage, their expressions filled with curiosity and quiet reverence. Their sheep graze nearby, seemingly indifferent to the alien technology lying in their pasture. <lora:SimonStalenhagStyle:1> Simon Stalenhag Style,
