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A weathered farmer with calloused hands and a straw hat pulled low over their eyes harvests glowing orange wheat in a field under the light of a blood moon. The wheat stalks glow with a faint, warm light, their heads heavy with golden grain, and the farmer uses a scythe with a wooden handle to cut them down, their movements slow and deliberate. A loyal border collie sits at their feet, its tail wagging as it watches the farmer work, and fireflies drift between the wheat stalks, their lights flickering like tiny stars. The sky is a deep, ominous red, the blood moon casting an eerie glow over the field, and the sound of crickets chirping fills the air. The farmer’s face is lined with wrinkles, and they occasionally pause to wipe the sweat from their brow, their eyes filled with a quiet determination. <lora:poe_style_v2:0.7> Digital painting, impressionistic brushstrokes.