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    Simon Stalenhag Style, A foggy rural highway stretches into the distance, flanked by overgrown fields and rusting power lines. In the middle of the road, a colossal, insect-like drone lies toppled, its metallic limbs tangled in broken streetlights. Its once-bright warning lights flicker weakly, casting an eerie red glow in the mist. A lone teenager on a battered bicycle approaches cautiously, their backpack slung over one shoulder. In the distance, a small farmhouse glows warmly, contrasting the cold, decayed technology in the foreground.
    Prompt

    Simon Stalenhag Style, A foggy rural highway stretches into the distance, flanked by overgrown fields and rusting power lines. In the middle of the road, a colossal, insect-like drone lies toppled, its metallic limbs tangled in broken streetlights. Its once-bright warning lights flicker weakly, casting an eerie red glow in the mist. A lone teenager on a battered bicycle approaches cautiously, their backpack slung over one shoulder. In the distance, a small farmhouse glows warmly, contrasting the cold, decayed technology in the foreground.

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