<lora:JohnAlbertBauerStyle:1>John Albert Bauer Style, An ancient crone with silver hair stretches her gnarled hand toward a curious fox at the doorway of her forest cottage. Tangled roots form the foundation of her dwelling, which seems to grow organically from an enormous oak tree. Herbs and mysterious objects hang from the low ceiling beams inside. Ravens perch on the thatched roof, their intelligent eyes watching the interaction below. The forest surrounding the cottage is primeval and dense, with fog weaving between massive tree trunks. Bluebells carpet the pathway leading to her door, their color mirrored in the deep twilight sky visible through breaks in the canopy.
