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A dark futuristic woman sits in a heavy, angular chair of cold steel and glowing neon edges. Her face is pale, expression unreadable, half-lit by a dim, flickering holographic display. Shadows drape across her figure, her attire sleek, armored, and cybernetic with faint red and violet glows seeping from beneath. The background is a vast, decayed industrial hall — dripping pipes, shattered glass, and abandoned machinery stretching into darkness. Strange, ghostly symbols pulse faintly on the walls as if alive. The air feels heavy, oppressive, and eerie, with an atmosphere of despair and unease. The entire scene is cinematic, low-key lit, and unsettlingly futuristic, evoking a sense of isolation in a decaying world.