<lora:Halloween_Dark_Town01_pony:1> enormous, core, some spiraling like bone carved by madness. A blood-colored moon, T9, revealing a long staircase of black stone slick with rain. Shadows move across the steps — tall, as if afraid of the darkness pressing in. The castle gates yawn open at the top of the hill, shiny diamonds, detailed black robed dark wizard with a skull face, breaking in, half wind. The graveyard just beyond the village gate seems alive; the crooked crosses sway, dramatic lighting, their roofs warped and shingled with cracked slate, intense, swollen moon behind the castle. Lightning dances across the clouds, fire