enistyle, A monochrome vintage photograph captures a towering, pristine white sci-fi knight—except this is no ordinary warrior. The figure is a lethal cyborg woman encased in an immaculate exoskeleton, its perfect design marred by exposed wires and mechanical sinew visible at her shoulders and arms. A tattered black cloak drapes over her form, its edges flickering like something half-real. From her back, long, dark tendrils emerge—twisting, writhing like living things—metallic hooks glinting at their ends as they coil around her arms, ready to lash out. Her translucent helmet hums with eerie energy, crackling with faint, jagged lines of motion—like trapped lightning. The air around her pulses with bleached neon pinks, greens, blues, and searing orange, casting jagged shadows across the fractured landscape. She stands motionless—waiting, calculating—until the moment she strikes.