the dimly lit street, now bathed in a neon glow of blues and purples, hums with the sounds of steam powered machines. the cobblestone road glistens beneath the scattered raindrops, reflecting the eerie hues from the glowing lamps lining the streets. steam pipes crisscross overhead, their valves releasing a soft hissing sound as they vent excess pressure. in the distance, towering over the cityscape like a mechanical giant, stands an old factory with its rusty iron walls. a large sign above the entrance reads "steampunk industries" in faded gold letters. the factory's windows emit a warm, inviting light, drawing your attention to the rows of inventions within. there are gears and levers, wires and tubes, all connected to a central mechanism that dominates the room. the factory seems to be the heart of this steampunk city, pumping life into every corner through its creations. everywhere you look, there are signs of human ingenuity and technological prowess from the intricate gears on the lampposts to the ornate designs on the street signs. as you walk down the wet street, the sound of hooves echoes in the distance. curiosity piqued, you follow the sound, leading you towards a horse drawn carriage, its wheels replaced with large metal spoked wheels. the coachman, wearing a top hat and holding the reins, looks up at you with a friendly nod before continuing on his journey. in this world, where invention meets imagination, nothing is quite as it seems. every corner holds another surprise, waiting for those brave enough to discover them. <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora. safetensors:0. 7>