<lora:JohnKennMortensenStyle:1>John Kenn Mortensen Style, Children on a playground freeze as the twisted metal jungle gym reconstructs itself into a cage-like creature with slide-tongue unfurling toward them. The sandbox has developed a whirlpool mouth ringed with tiny teeth. Even the innocuous hopscotch pattern has rearranged into a summoning circle. The scene features meticulous crosshatching creating depth and shadow, with particular attention to the children's expressions of dawning recognition that something is terribly wrong. The swings move against the wind, chains clinking like hungry mouths. A forgotten teddy bear in the grass has turned its button-eyed gaze toward the impending feast.
