vicgoth, <lora:victoriangothic_v40_rank64_bf16-step00720:1>, A lone figure stands in a dilapidated study, cloaked in a flowing, tattered garment that hints at lost elegance, with patches of fabric appearing almost sentient as they ripple in a nonexistent breeze. Their head is obscured by a mask that resembles a twisted tree bark, creating a surreal and unsettling presence. Dusty tomes line the shelves, their pages fluttering as if whispering secrets of the past. A low, flickering light from an unseen source casts erratic shadows, bending the contours of the room into grotesque shapes. A thick atmosphere permeates the air, carrying a faint scent of decay and forgotten memories, provoking a feeling of disquiet and hidden horrors lurking just beyond perception.
