In the steampunk city of rusty clockwork machinery and smokestack skyscapes, Evie stands solo, confidently posing against a worn leather- bound bookshelf in her flowy black dress with brass filigree and silver brooch, her determined expression gazing down at the vintage typewriter as her long curly hair waves softly, revealing her book being held open by one hand on the weathered bookshelf's surface. <lora:lrvxgs18f536767e0mb25:1>