In a cyberpunk alien garden, alien male wearing hakama, his porcelain skin now etched with the passage of time, stands alone amidst a garden of withered, bioluminescent flowers. The flowers glow, their petals once vibrant and pulsating with life, now emit a faint, mournful glow, their stems drooping towards the cracked concrete ground. he is clad in a traditional silk hakama, its once luxurious fabric now threadbare and faded, its delicate patterns barely visible beneath a layer of dust and grime. A cracked, semi-transparent cybernetic mask, its chrome surface dull and scratched, hangs loosely from his face, revealing a wistful tilt to his head as he gazes at the decaying beauty of his surroundings. Intricate bioluminescent.
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