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cinematic still, dim ambient tones, soft futuristic palette, cyberpunk melancholy,) 2 girls sitting side by side on a worn city bench under flickering neon lights. A quiet moment in a future that forgot how to be loud. Rain has just stopped, puddles reflect signs in languages no one reads anymore. Fog curls at their feet like memory. 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. Fingers toy with the frayed edge of a plastic flower. Behind them: futuristic city towers rise like broken monoliths, covered in flickering advertisements. Neon signs glow faintly blue, magenta, warm amber. Streetlamps hum. No crowds. No cars. Just distant electric noise and the hum of forgotten machines. 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.