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A lone girl stands at the edge of a neon-lit rooftop, gazing at a cyberpunk city drowning in endless rain. Her eyes glow softly, reflecting distant dreams and forgotten hopes. A single white feather drifts from the stormy sky, landing in her outstretched hand—a symbol of a choice she has yet to make. Below, the city pulses with life, unaware of the silent battle within her soul. The contrast between the cold metallic world and her fragile humanity is stark, yet she remains—waiting, deciding, existing