A cybernetic reaper, draped in a tattered midnight cloak, stands in a neon- drenched cyberpunk metropolis. His chrome skeletal fingers grip an electric guitar infused with biomechanical filaments, pulsating with arcane energy. His skull- like visage glows with eerie magenta eyes, radiating raw, supernatural power. The air crackles as sonic distortions ripple through the urban labyrinth of towering digital billboards, mechanical scaffolding, and intricate cyber- glyphs. Pink ethereal smoke swirls around, forming spectral tendrils that dance to the rhythm of his apocalyptic symphony
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