Quiet hour of cyberpunk ambience w/ drones and occasional piano. Subtle sounds of night city drift in and out. -- The narrow alley pulsed with flickering neon, casting fractured shadows on cracked asphalt slick with rain and oil. Broken holo-ads hummed faintly, their promises of escape long faded into static. Overhead, tangled wires drooped like nooses, swaying in the stale wind that carried the acrid tang of burning circuits. A lone figure, face obscured beneath a glitching visor, moved between rusted dumpsters, stepping over the hollow shells of drones that once patrolled these streets. In this forgotten corner of the city, hope was just another system failure.
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Quiet hour of cyberpunk ambience w/ drones and occasional piano. Subtle sounds of night city drift in and out.
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The narrow alley pulsed with flickering neon, casting fractured shadows on cracked asphalt slick with rain and oil. Broken holo-ads hummed faintly, their promises of escape long faded into static.
Overhead, tangled wires drooped like nooses, swaying in the stale wind that carried the acrid tang of burning circuits. A lone figure, face obscured beneath a glitching visor, moved between rusted dumpsters, stepping over the hollow shells of drones that once patrolled these streets.
In this forgotten corner of the city, hope was just another system failure.