In a sprawling dystopian metropolis, where towering skyscrapers loom under a thick, ominous sky, a solitary woman draped in sleek, high- tech clothing leans over the edge of a weathered balcony. Her futuristic attire, composed of glinting metallic fibers that shimmer like liquid silver, clings to her form while pulsating softly with embedded LED lights, casting an ethereal glow against the heavy rain pelting down. Dark, heavy storm clouds roil above, releasing sheets of relentless rain that create a symphony of rhythmic drumming on the metal surfaces below. The cacophony of the storm is punctuated by the hum of neon advertisements flickering erratically in a kaleidoscope of colors — electric blues, vibrant pinks, and fierce greens — that struggle for attention in the oppressive gloom. The air is saturated with the sharp scent of wet asphalt mingling with the artificial fragrance of the city's overbearing industrial outputs. As she gazes into the chaotic streets below, illuminated by the stark contrast of neon light, a tension hangs in the air; droplets of rain cascade down her face, washing away traces of her determination, while distant sirens wail like ghosts haunting the city. Shadows flicker across her face, reflecting her resolve amid the despairing landscape, where humanity’s spark flickers dimly beneath the weight of technological excess and societal decay. <lora:Phlux:0. 6>