<lora:SimonStalenhagStyle:1> Simon Stalenhag Style, A quiet rural town enveloped in morning fog, where old wooden houses and barns are dwarfed by a series of towering monolithic machines, their surfaces covered in faded government insignia. The sky is overcast, with power lines crisscrossing the town, connecting to the massive, enigmatic structures. A group of teenagers on bicycles ride past an inactive, rusted robot standing motionless by the roadside, its eyes dark, as if waiting for a command that will never come. <lora:SimonStalenhagStyle:1> Simon Stalenhag Style,
