<lora:SimonStalenhagStyle:1> Simon Stalenhag Style, A stormy coastline where waves crash against jagged rocks. On the cliffside, an abandoned military installation stands in ruins, its watchtowers leaning dangerously. Amidst the debris, a massive mechanical construct in the shape of a human figure sits slumped against a concrete wall, its armor dented and scarred. Lightning flashes in the distance, briefly illuminating the machine’s still-glowing eyes. <lora:SimonStalenhagStyle:1> Simon Stalenhag Style,
