vicgoth, <lora:victoriangothic_v50_rank64_bf16-step01500:1>, A spectral assembly of figures adorned in frayed, dark cloaks looms in a shadowy, forgotten forest clearing. Instead of faces, they wear battered antique clocks, their cracked glass revealing only obscured reflections of time lost. The atmosphere is thick with an oppressive silence, occasionally pierced by the faint ticking that echoes like distant heartbeats in the stillness. Twisted branches reach out like skeletal fingers, intertwining above, blocking the dim light filtering through a heavy canopy. A subtle, ethereal shimmer flickers in the muted shadows, creating an unsettling play of light that reveals fleeting shapes before plunging back into darkness.
