Simonstalenhagstyle, a war- torn, post- apocalyptic cityscape at night, shattered skyscrapers towering over desolate streets littered with broken vehicles and debris; torrential rain pours heavily, creating rivulets along the cracked asphalt and reflecting the glow of neon signs flickering with failing power; in the distance, a massive, nightmarish robotic behemoth looms over the ruins, its design eerily insectoid—spindly, jointed legs clicking against the wet pavement as it moves with an unnatural grace; its skeletal exoskeleton, composed of interlocking plates of black metal, glistens under the relentless downpour, rainwater sluicing down its razor- sharp appendages; multiple glowing red eyes, arranged in an alien, asymmetrical pattern, pulse menacingly as it scans the darkness, its piercing spotlights slicing through the mist, casting long, distorted shadows across the rubble; its claw- like limbs twitch sporadically, mechanical servos whirring with unsettling precision as it methodically searches for survivors; in the foreground, a young woman with soaked blonde hair crouches low behind the rusted frame of an abandoned car, her back pressed against the cold, rain- slicked metal as she steadies her breath; droplets run down the hood of the vehicle, pooling on the shattered windshield as faint reflections of the robotic hunter’s glowing red eyes flicker across the wet glass; she wears a dark, rain- drenched poncho, its tattered edges clinging to her arms as she grips the corner of the car, preparing to peek around it; her large, weathered backpack is strapped tightly to her shoulders, its straps worn from years of survival, while her mud- streaked jeans and heavy high- top boots sink slightly into the rain- drenched pavement; the cold night air is thick with tension, the relentless hum of the mechanical predator mingling with the ceaseless downpour, as she remains frozen in place, trapped in a deadly game of hide- and- seek with the nightmarish cybernetic terror; distant lightning flashes across the sky, momentarily illuminating the gleaming black exoskeleton of the machine, its piercing gaze scanning the ruins with merciless precision, as she braces herself for the moment she must move—or risk being caught in its sights<lora:Simon_Stålenhag_Flux. safetensors:1. 0:1. 0>