A transparent cyborg woman sits alone in a sprawling, dystopian junkyard, her body a haunting blend of beauty and mechanical decay. Her fully transparent form reveals an intricate iron skeleton, hydraulic systems, and faintly glowing bio- organs that pulse weakly with life. Her face, though scarred and smudged with dirt, retains a delicate, almost ethereal beauty. Her eyes, a soft blue, are filled with sorrow as she holds a cracked, handwritten sign that reads, "Please Help. " The junkyard around her is a chaotic sea of rusted metal, broken machinery, and discarded technology, with a faint orange glow from the setting sun casting long shadows across the scene. Her posture is slumped, her once- graceful frame now battered and damaged, a symbol of lost hope in a world that has moved on without her