Neon Shadows of Rebellion

In a dimly lit, abandoned cyberpunk terminal, flickering neon lights cast an eerie glow on the cracked concrete floor, where shards of broken glass reflect hues of electric blue and vibrant magenta. The air is thick with tension, as wisps of steam rise from rusted machinery, intertwining with the sharp scent of ozone. Sparks fly from exposed wires, illuminating the shadowy corners where graffiti-covered walls tell tales of a forgotten revolution. A lone figure, cloaked in tattered, dark fabric, stands before a massive, holographic screen displaying cryptic symbols and rebellious slogans, their face obscured by a high-tech mask that glows faintly. Surrounding them, the remnants of old tech—discarded drones and flickering monitors—hint at a once-thriving hub of resistance. Above, a shattered skylight allows the cold, silvery moonlight to seep through, mingling with the electric ambience, creating a haunting yet hopeful atmosphere of defiance.