A lone ninja in a dark jihab navigates a decaying, cyberpunk hallway with flickering neon lights, blending gritty industrial and anime aesthetics.
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A lone, pitch-black-clad female ninja, her jihab a deep, inky shroud, moves with calculated stealth through a decaying, cyberpunk vaporwave hallway, where neon lights flicker like dying embers, casting an eerie, firefly glow. Inspired by Enki Bilal's gritty industrial aesthetic, the scene unfolds with a blend of digital painting, oil painting, and pen and ink textures, evoking the moody, atmospheric works of Pascal Blanche, Hermann Stenner, and Simon Stalenhag. Hergé's precise ligne claire style is echoed in intricate, hand-drawn details that dance across the walls, as cinematic lighting slices through the gloom, casting deep shadows that writhe like living things. Amidst the vibrant, clashing color palette, bold, expressive lines recall Studio Trigger's anime and manga aesthetic, yet a sense of sadness and longing lingers, like the whispered secrets of Gustave Doré's mystical realms.
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"Just one shadow left to haunt this fading world.”

Akira skulked down the rain-slicked alleys of Neo-Tokyo, her black ninja suit blending with the shadows. Neon lights reflected off puddles, casting a neon glow on the decaying industrial landscape. In the distance, a holographic billboard advertised the latest cybernetic enhancements for the desperate and downtrodden.

"Hey there, pretty girl." A grizzled street samurai approached her, his weathered face a latticework of scars. "What's a cute little thing like you doing out here all alone?"

Akira's hand drifted to the tanto at her waist. "Just out for a little walk. You shouldn't be out here, old man. These streets aren't safe, not for your kind."

The samurai snorted, a wheeze escaping his lips. "My kind? You mean the kind that isn't augmented out of human recognition? I'll take my chances." He turned and limped away, his joints creaking with each step, the very embodiment of a world in decline.

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