<lora:SimonStalenhagStyle:1> Simon Stalenhag Style, A lighthouse perched on the edge of a rocky shore, its beacon cutting through the dense fog. A massive, mechanical structure resembling a squid rises from the water, its glowing tentacles writhing beneath the surface. The lighthouse keeper, an old man in a thick wool coat, watches silently from his window, unfazed by the impossible sight before him, as if it has always been there. <lora:SimonStalenhagStyle:1> Simon Stalenhag Style,
