<lora:SimonStalenhagStyle:1> Simon Stalenhag Style, A lone farmhouse at the edge of a cornfield, its windows illuminated by a warm glow. Beyond the field, a massive construct in the shape of a humanoid figure lies partially buried in the earth, its hand reaching toward the sky. Vines and wildflowers have grown over its surface, as if nature is reclaiming it. A farmer leans against his porch railing, sipping coffee as he gazes at the fallen titan, as though it has been there forever. <lora:SimonStalenhagStyle:1> Simon Stalenhag Style,
