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<lora:AlecSothStyle:1>Alec Soth Style, a lone lighthouse keeper standing at the entrance of his isolated station his heavy coat dusted with sea spray and salt, the towering lighthouse rises behind him its white paint peeling against the wind and waves, inside the glass room above the great beacon waits unlit casting eerie reflections against the stormy sky, beside him a rusted toolbox sits on the damp ground next to a logbook filled with meticulous entries of passing ships and distant storms, his face is etched with solitude his hands gripping the railing as he gazes toward the endless gray horizon