A determined girl with jet-black bobbed hair and sharp violet eyes stands amidst a barren, post-apocalyptic wasteland. She is clad in an armored trench coat, black leather with metallic plating, and crimson accents glowing faintly along the seams. She holds a massive, futuristic scythe forged of dark steel, its edges emanating a glowing purple plasma-like energy that crackles with static. The surface beneath her is an endless pool of smoky charcoal-gray water, its texture viscous and reflective like liquid mercury. With every step, the water rises in spiraling vortexes that twist upward and stretch into fluid ribbons, creating optical illusions of infinite mirrored spirals that form fleeting echoes of her silhouette. In the distance, colossal broken gears and machinery remnants tower against a bleak, ash-gray sky as flickers of violet light pierce through.