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<lora:CWminis_SteamV2:1> cwmst, absurdres, insanely detailed, steampunk, a lone figure stands beneath a storm-soaked neon sky, consumed by rain and electric light. His black leather coat glistens with water, each droplet catching flashes of blue and violet from the towering signs behind him. The fabric clings to his frame, sculpted and angular, sharp metal studs and glossy panels reflecting the city’s artificial glow like fragments of shattered night. Wet strands of dark hair fall across his face, framing eyes that burn with an unnatural, icy luminescence, as if charged from within by some forbidden energy. His hands hover around a sphere of blinding white light, floating weightlessly between his palms. It pulses like a captured star, radiating beams that illuminate his fingers and cast surreal shadows across his chest. The glow refracts through the rain, creating ghostly streams of light drifting downward in shimmering ribbons. The rain itself seems drawn toward the orb, bending as if compelled by its magnetic pull. Around him the blurred neon streets dissolve into a haze of vibrant colors. Cyan and magenta signs flicker in the background, distorted by rainfall, giving the impression of a dreamlike, electrified world trembling on the edge of reality. Distant silhouettes move behind the curtain of water, barely visible, while the steady hum of the city vibrates beneath the storm. The air is thick with tension and raw power, as if the entire scene holds its breath. The man’s expression is a mix of intensity and calm focus. His gaze is locked forward, unwavering, as though he is channeling something beyond human comprehension. Light reflects in the rain coating his face, highlighting sharp cheekbones and the cold determination in his features. Electricity crackles faintly around his hands, threads of energy linking his fingertips to the glowing orb like strands of living lightning. In this moment he appears both human and something more. A conductor of power. A storm given form. A lone figure illuminated by his own inner fire in the heart of a neon city drowning in rain.