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low glow ambient lighting, faded neon palette, quiet post-cyberpunk Two girls sit on a corroded bench of old metal and carbon fiber, side by side in a forgotten city. No words. Just stillness. Puddles shimmer beneath them, reflecting skies that never existed. Fog curls at their feet, rain-slick neon halos drifting in the silence. The city towers above—half-built, half-decayed—its bones wrapped in flickering signage and slow-blinking lights. A vending machine nearby hums with static, its display stuck in a loop of broken icons. Girl one: hair long, black, slightly tangled, tied at the end with a crimson ribbon. Pale skin, soft freckles, distant eyes that seem fixed on something lost. She wears a faded light-blue dress with lace collar, sheer sleeves, black tights with small runs. A scarf drapes loosely, barely holding warmth. Bare feet curl beneath her. Girl two: silver hair, shoulder-length, matte and messy, eyes shut like she’s listening inward. An oversized synthetic jacket dwarfs her frame, stitched with old circuitry and faded logos. Torn pleated skirt, ripped knee socks, heavy boots soaked in rain.