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(masterpiece, best quality, highres, nihonga style, halftone textures, chromatic glow edges, gentle surrealism:1.1), illustration by nisino2222, cinematic still, dim ambient tones, soft futuristic palette, cyberpunk melancholy,) Two girls sit close together on a rusted city bench, their shoulders almost touching,no words, just shared silence. Beneath flickering neon lights, they cling to what little warmth they have left. The world has forgotten them, and maybe they’ve forgotten it too. Rain has just passed, leaving puddles that shimmer. Fog gathers low, curling around their ankles. They have nothing. No one. Just each other. Girl one: very long dark hair, soft ribbon tied at the end, straight bangs slightly wet. Pale skin with freckles, distant eyes. Wears a faded light blue dress with lace collar, sheer long sleeves, black tights with tiny runs, and a scarf wrapped loosely around her shoulders. Hands in her lap, bare feet tucked under the bench. Girl two: shoulder-length silver hair, blunt bangs, eyes closed. Wears an oversized synthetic coat with old tech patches, a dark pleated skirt, torn knee-high socks, and heavy boots. Behind them: futuristic city towers rise like broken monoliths, covered in flickering advertisements. Neon signs glow faintly blue, magenta, warm amber. Streetlamps hum. A vending machine nearby, half-lit, displays only error symbols. The bench is old metal. Rusted. Scratched. Still holding space for them like it remembers their weight.