Futuristische Stadt Roboterfrau in postapokalyptischer Landschaft

<lora:FLUX_Jean_T_Brande.safetensors:1> In the heart of a forgotten, sprawling metropolis, a lone figure stands amidst a pool of rust-colored water. The city around her is a desolate wasteland, where the remnants of human civilization are twisted into grotesque forms. Towering buildings, once symbols of progress, now loom as crumbling, skeletal structures, their glass and steel facades shattered and decayed. The air is thick with an oppressive, unnatural silence, broken only by the distant, haunting echoes of metal groaning and the faint, eerie whispers that seem to come from the shadows themselves. The woman, with a mechanical body that glistens under the dim, ethereal light, stands still, her glowing eyes reflecting the surreal, swirling sky above. Her form is a blend of organic and synthetic, ethereal and menacing. The sky is a chaotic tapestry of swirling, otherworldly colors, a stark contrast to the barren, red ground that stretches out in every direction. The stars in the background seem to pulse with a foreboding rhythm, as if they are the eyes of ancient, malevolent entities watching from the void. The pool of water, once a serene and natural element, now radiates an unsettling, unnatural glow. The reflections on its surface dance with the distorted images of the crumbling city, creating a surreal and disorienting effect. The shadows around the pool seem to move on their own, reaching out like grasping hands, as if the very darkness is alive and hungry. In this nightmarish landscape, the remnants of human civilization are swallowed by an inescapable darkness, and the woman stands as a silent sentinel, a harbinger of the horrors that lurk in the shadows.