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<lora:CW_Cyb_Temples1_zit:0.8> CBT1, realistic photo. At the center of the scene, a young cyberpunk warrior woman stands firmly on shattered ground, her stance wide and unwavering. She faces forward beneath an enormous full moon that dominates the sky, glowing pale ivory and silver, haloed by drifting clouds. The moonlight outlines her figure and catches in her wind-swept hair, giving her a mythic presence. She wears a worn, futuristic dress that blends old-world tailoring with cybernetic enhancements. The fabric is weathered and torn at the edges, reinforced with metallic fasteners, cables, and small mechanical components embedded at the waist and arms. Her boots are scuffed and heavy, planted in dirt and debris. In each hand, she grips a glowing orange energy blade, the weapons crackling with sparks as their tips scrape the ground, scattering embers and molten fragments. Instead of ruined industrial buildings, the scene is flanked on both sides by towering cyberpunk temples. These structures rise like sacred sentinels, their traditional pagoda silhouettes fused with futuristic materials. Layered roofs curve upward gracefully, edged with neon light strips in cyan, magenta, and amber. Carved wooden beams are reinforced with dark metal, glowing circuitry tracing ancient patterns along the surfaces. Vertical neon inscriptions run down the temple facades, casting soft reflections across the wet ground. Between the temples, narrow walkways, cables, and suspended lantern-like holograms hang in the air, swaying gently. The temples feel ancient and reverent, yet unmistakably futuristic, as if technology has evolved to worship rather than replace tradition. The ground beneath the warrior is littered with broken machinery, discarded cybernetic parts, and shattered stone, partially illuminated by the orange glow of her blades and the cool moonlight above. Sparks drift upward, mixing with ash and dust in the air. Overhead, birds circle the moon, their silhouettes cutting across the glowing sky. Tall antenna spires and thin energy pylons rise discreetly behind the temples, blending modern infrastructure into the sacred skyline without overpowering it. The overall atmosphere is epic, mythic, and defiant. It feels like a moment frozen at the crossroads of ancient faith and futuristic rebellion, where a lone warrior stands between sacred cyberpunk temples under the watchful eye of the moon, ready to challenge whatever approaches.