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Atop the observation deck of a colossal, steam-driven airship, a noblewoman in an elegant yet practical corset-and-trousers ensemble glares at the pocket watch in her hand. The intricate, gilded timepiece, a supposed marvel of modern engineering, ticks wildly out of sync, its hands spinning in unpredictable directions. She shakes it furiously, but the mechanism only responds with an ominous clicking noise before going still entirely. The sky around her is painted in hues of amber and violet, streaked with clouds that glow in the fading light of the setting sun. Below, the sprawling cityscape hums with the energy of gas lamps and factory smokestacks, stretching toward the horizon in an endless sprawl of brass and stone. Her perfectly polished boots tap impatiently against the metal deck, and a passing automaton steward tilts its head at her predicament with a soft whir. With an irritated sigh, she snaps the watch shut and stuffs it into her pocket, vowing to have sharp words with its inventor. Somewhere in the distance, the low groan of an airship engine echoes, a reminder that even the grandest of machines are prone to the flaws of their makers. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:Dorota_Pietrowiak:0.3> Portrait by Dorota Pietrowiak <lora:Comic book V2:0.8> High-contrast illustration