An elderly gnome inventor, with deep- set wrinkles etched into her pale, blue- tinted skin, peers intently through a set of copper goggles, her wide, sparkling eyes glowing with excitement. Her wild, snow- white hair is tied back in a chaotic bun, with strands escaping in every direction. In her hands, she holds a small, mechanical deviceâhalf clockwork, half magicâthat crackles with bright blue electricity. Her nimble fingers, despite their age, work deftly to adjust a tiny lever, sparks flying as she fine- tunes her creation. Her face is lit up with pure joy, the kind of unbridled excitement that only comes from invention. Behind her, a cluttered workshop is filled with gears, tools, and half- finished contraptions, all glowing with various forms of magical energy. The air smells faintly of ozone and metal, and the room hums with the low buzz of enchanted machinery. Her expression is one of intense focus, with a glimmer of childlike wonder in her eyes, as if sheâs on the verge of unlocking some grand discovery. <lora:Vintage comic book:1. 5>
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