At the end of a long, winding desert road, a dusty saloon built from riveted steel and weathered wood sits beneath the scorching midday sun, its large brass sign glinting in the light. Leaning against the bar inside, a rugged gunslinger with a mechanical arm and glowing, crimson eyes sips from a glass of whiskey, his wide-brimmed hat pulled low over his face. The saloon is filled with the sounds of ticking gears and the soft hum of a steam-powered piano, its keys moving on their own as it plays a slow, haunting melody. Behind the bar, an automaton bartender polishes brass mugs with mechanical precision, its glowing blue eyes flickering as it watches the patrons. The gunslinger’s coat is frayed at the edges, and his twin revolvers, each adorned with intricate clockwork designs, rest on his hips, their barrels glowing faintly with untapped energy. Around the room, a mix of humans and clockwork cowboys sit at the metal tables, playing cards or exchanging stories of distant steam-powered cities. The air is thick with the scent of oil and whiskey, and the faint hiss of steam can be heard from the pipes that run along the ceiling. Outside, the distant whistle of a steam train echoes through the town, a reminder that the Wild West is ever-evolving in this age of gears and steam.<lora:Anime v1.3:0.4><lora:XRSTYLE_FLUX:0.5><lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:Let_It_Blaze_in_Crimson_anime_v1.0:0.4><lora:MJanime_Flux_LoRa_v3_Final:0.4>