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<lora:d8aefed4-ef60-435e-aa0a-d1b6bb295ce4.TA_trained:0.8> <lora:NewFantasyCoreV3:0.8> NewFantasyCore In the depths of a dystopian metropolis, where neon lights pierced through the perpetual twilight, a being emerged from the shadows. The subject was a hybrid of flesh and machinery, its visage bisected by a diagonal line that seemed to cleave the very soul itself. One half of its face was a porcelain doll's complexion, smooth and unblemished; the other, a twisted mesh of wires, circuits, and metal plating. Eyes glowed like embers, one blue and serene, the other red and malevolent, as if two distinct entities vied for dominance within the,